Category: Greek Mythology
Rating: M
Couples: Athena/Thanatos (no idea where that came from :P)
Warnings: AU, Hints of Lemon as well as Blood
Chapter: 11
Copyright: Greek Gods © By Whomever they belong, Plot & OC´s © by me
Author's note: The description of the arms of the gods in this chapter I found on theoi . com. It's an awesome page.
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And so the final battle began. A circle was made, and the War-god faced his grand-father. Ares had practically shoved his shield at his father, knowing it was little use against the mighty sickle Kronos used. Instead he had taken the sword of his mother as second weapon. The black owl sat on Zeus' shoulder, watching the two opponent's intently.
Ares was the first to strike, true to his nature, but Kronos evaded him, bringing the sickle down on him. The adamantine blade buried itself in the earth as the younger god jumped back. He did not wait until the older one had regained his weapon, but swung both blades at him. Kronos managed to free his weapon on time, blocking both weapons with his own blade. Ares forced him into defense, his very essence as War-God making him a powerful warrior. Again and again their blades crashed against one another, until the Titan gained the upper hand. Now he forced the god into defense, the force of his strikes pushing his opponent back. One of Ares' blades went flying, skidding out of reach. The other soon followed when Kronos used the long shaft of his weapon to knock the god on the ground. Ares lay before him defenseless.
He panted in exertion, before grinning widely at the other. "Well, that was fast."
"As expected." Kronos pressed his blade down, but Ares used his arm-protectors to hold it. "You are pathetic, to think you could defeat me."
"Ah, but this is far from over, Grandfather." Ares strained against the gleaming blade intend on skewering him. "Far from, indeed. I must admit I almost expected you to see through my ruse."
"There was no ruse." The blade inched downward.
"There was. Remember to what I challenged you." Ares laughed outright. "I challenged you to a battle between domains, not gods."
A flicker of hope warmed Hera's heart at those words. Zeus felt her death-grip on his hand lessen. Had Ares actually gone into this with a plan?
"That changes nothing." Kronos hissed.
"It changes everything." Ares ground out, the strain of stopping the weapon from actually wounding him now evident in his voice. "Demeter could join you, if she so wished. I too can be joined, grandfather, and unlike Demeter my aid will want to help me. Wouldn't you, sister?"
The black owl rose from the Thunder-god's shoulder, crossing the distance between him and his son. About halfway she started to change, her form growing. With a battle-cry Athena stabbed at her grandfather with her spear. He was forced to jump back, allowing Ares to get up again. He stood shoulder to shoulder with his sister as cries of surprise and outrage sounded around them.
"Shall we, my dear sister?" He asked conversely, silently marveling at the change that came over her every time she wore full armor and went into battle.
"Certainly, my brother." She answered him, her silver eyes gleaming in the shadow of her helmet. The face of Medusa on her breastplate came to live, the snakes breathing forth fire, scorching the earth.
Now the both of them charged their grandsire and the earth quivered beneath their feet as the children of Zeus thirsted for blood. Nothing save the golden ichor of their enemy would appease them. And Kronos knew this. He, like all others, knew of their power. Ares might have been defeated by mortals, but Athena had not. Oh, he knew the peril he was in now. The mortals feared her wrath and even the earth and heaven had quivered with terror when she had been born.
Her silver eyes burned, as did Ares' red ones. And Kronos realized he had been tricked. Yet still he fought, seeking to harm them before they could gain their victory over him.
His sharp blade still held them back, neither of them having anything to protect themselves from it, save their nimble feet.
The two siblings forced him back, their wrath rolling of them in waves, threatening to drown those too close to them. The adamantine blade of their grandsire's weapon cleaved the earth before them once more, but this time Ares dropped his sword willingly and took hold of it. The two men wrestled for it, but the woman forced the victory of her sibling as she once more aimed her spear at her enemy's head. Again he was forced to retreat, but this time without his weapon.
Kronos howled in anger, the earth shaking with the sound of the Titan-king's fury. He might be without weapon, but he was far from defenseless. He turned into a sleek fox, evading his grandchildren as he made for the dropped and forgotten swords.
Athena cried out in rage, casting her spear at him. It hit him in the shoulder, golden ichor spewing forth as he howled in pain. He pulled the weapon free, casting it back against her. As the daughter of Zeus was forced to evade her own weapon, the son of Zeus charged forth, swinging the sickle in a wide arc against the wounded Titan.
Ares roared in anger and fury, his very being Hades-bent on ending this once and for all. His eyes burned with white-hot flames, his golden armor reflecting them. Now it was he forcing the sickle ever closer to the other's flesh. Kronos' arm hung limply at his side, more ichor dripping onto the ground.
There was a flurry of movement to his right and a spear ran through the other's stomach, just under his armor. Athena lightly ducked her head as her brother used the distraction to pull back the adamantine blade and bury it in yielding flesh, the armor providing no protection against the divine metal.