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: 12

Copyright: Greek Gods © By Whomever they belong, Plot & OC´s © by me

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He was defeated. Kronos was unable to fight anymore as Ares and Athena buried their weapons in his flesh again and again. His sickle had become an arc of destruction, but not in his hands.

The two War-Gods backed away, panting in exertion as their grandfather collapsed on the ground. Another owl swooped from the sky, taking the small arrow and bearing it to Athena. She handed it to Ares, who in turn gave her the sickle. He snarled as he rammed the small weapon into the broken body at his feet. As the Titan-army looked on in shock the two siblings returned to their father's side.

"Father." The hug they shared was brief, but Zeus felt better than he had done in months after it. Ares handed his mother her sword, letting his own and his shield disappear. He liked the sickle he decided.

"This isn't over yet." A voice came from the other side of the battlefield. "You might have defeated Kronos, but you have not defeated his army." Hyperion glowed with the bright light of his anger.

"That is but a matter of time too." Ares called back. "You challenged the wrong Gods."

"We shall see about that." Perhaps it were his words, or perhaps it was some unseen signal, but suddenly the air behind the Titan grew dark. Arrows were unleashed by the thousands by the opposing archers. The final battle had truly begun.

A wall of Earth rose up, catching most of the incoming arrows. Those that were left were scorched in a wave of fire. The sky grew dark, almost black even as lightning crashed into the ground. The second Titanomachy was shorter than the first – a year against ten – but it was just as ferocious and bloody. The armies numbered in the thousands, perhaps even millions, and all of those clashed and fought in this last battle that would decide the fate of the world for the last time.

Suddenly the light grew even less as a wave of darkness came from the east. The shadows that followed were impenetrable, the only light-specks two sets of white wings riding the wind. Power rolled in the sky, tainting what light remained.

"Stand, my siblings! Do not flee from our allies!" Athena's voice echoed across the wide field. "Do not fear your family!"

Now Hades recognized the two flying in front of the darkness: Morpheus and his father Hypnos. Hypnos looked more awake than he had seen in a long time. A shiver ran down his spine as the rolling darkness parted: never had he seen Nyx and Erebus look that dangerous. Their faces were calm, but anger radiated of off the two Primordial deities, making their darkness that much heavier and thicker. Reflections of what little light remained showed others riding the shadows. From what he could tell, the entirety of the House of Nyx moved to war. All, except for Thanatos… He could not sense the other deity of the dead, making him almost certain he was not here.

The children disconnected from their parents, but Erebus charged on, tearing through the monsters between him and Hyperion, attacking the Titan that represented Light head-on. Nyx passed by both her husband and children and only stopped when she was beside Zeus. The darkness turned into her long and lustrous hair again, part of which continued to turn into a set of near-black armor.

A short exchange of glances between him and her was all the conversation they needed, before both charged into the giants which had surrounded the King of the Gods.

"Fight, my siblings! Fight for Olympus!" Hypnos' voice boomed, at odds with his normally slow and soft demeanor. He surged forward, like a hawk bearing down upon a mouse. Those of the Titans' army he passed fell asleep. Hades idly wondered with part of his mind how Thanatos' presence would have affected them. But the God of Death was not here, which wasn't that surprising, since the twin of Hypnos had only ever hated the deathless Gods. Not that the Gods had never hated him, of course, but all in all Hades was not surprised Erebus' lieutenant was not present to defend Olympus.

He was forced to turn his full attention to the battle again when a Titan bore down upon him.

A terrible scream sounded, bone-chilling and shrill. Other voices joined in as others died. The foul power of death washed over the battlefield from the back of the Titan-army. A giant black bird was attacking the archers.

Persephone gasped as she looked from her vantage-point at what was happening far away. It was no bird, but a man with black wings who dove and rose again. He looked downright terrifying to her, even more than Hades had done when he had taken her. His power was almost visible in the darkness that were the shadows of Nyx and Erebus and the massive thunderclouds of her father.

The man was nimble as arrows were shot at him, he evaded them gracefully and for perhaps a second she could see his face. It was Thanatos, God of Death, who attacked the archers of the Titans. And he was alone. His siblings had either joined her and the Twins of Leto among the archers of the Gods, or were fighting alongside their siblings in the middle of the blood-drenched field. He alone was fighting far from the others. Somehow she realized that he must prefer it that way.

The clashing of the armies was like the crashing of waves ashore. Again and again Olympus crashed into the enemy-army; again and again the walls of the enemy thinned and slowly but surely the Gods were victorious. It took them days, but in the end Zeus and Nyx lead their families to a thorough victory.