Blade passing through yet another monster, coated in golden dust. Carving his way through their ranks, a trail of dust following him. His eyes slowly meeting his opponent. The anger, the rage, fueling his strength as he lunged.

Unknown location~

10 figures were swarming around a large shadow colossal shadowy figure composed of dark clouds. Its face ever changing, each more horrifying than the last. Large flashes of light were detonating on its chest, the master bolt. Causing the beast to stagger, nearly falling due to the constant onslaught from the gods. However it, regained its bearing and continued on its path. The sea burning around his legs, earthquakes erupting with each step.

Golden and silver arrows were puncturing the surface of the monster, little rays of sunshine and moonlight exploding from the respective arrows. A blue beam went clean through where the monsters heart would be, opening a hole that was quickly closed back up with shadows. Flaming hammers were launched in quick succession, each finding their mark. A figure charged the beast, his sword calling forth shadows, sentient shadows. The shadows collided with the beast, causing it to freeze momentarily. A red aura surrounded a figure, giving him and the others a noticeable boost to speed and power, giving them more drive to take this abomination down. Vines were slowly snaking up its legs, slowing it down but it made no difference, not yet at least. A woman in a chariot who had an owl perched on her shoulder charged the beast, her spear aimed for its eye.

The beast roared, not out of anger but of pain. It swiped at the figure who was not quick enough to dodge and sent her flying, hitting the waters surface and floating there. The final figure, a man who was flying on his own, was weaving through the beasts attacks. His caduceus sending bright red beams towards the monster, leaving it reeling as it stumbled.

"Now, we must all attack Typhon! Athena lend us your strength!"

The man who gave the order, obviously in charge was wearing bronze armor, electricity running along it. A lightning bolt grasped firmly in his hand, readying to strike. All of the figures converged on the beast, dubbed Typhon. All readying their weapons, waiting for the signal to attack. Unfortunately before the leader could give it, he was swatted away, his body flying until it could no longer be seen.

Typhon turned to continue his path only to be blasted from behind. The attacker nowhere to be seen, all that could be seen were bright flashes. Too late Typhon realized what they were, lightning bolts. Charged lightning bolts, which grew more powerful the longer it took to hit its target. A total of seven hit Typhon directly in the throat, each one blasting a hole through the monster. Each one causing it to stagger, not much but it was progress. Typhons power went down a slight amount, only serving to anger the storm giant.

The monstrosity smashed it hands together causing a wave of force to hit the gods, sending them in different directions, spiraling out of control. A few were able to stop themselves from hitting the large body of water they were battling over, each one thinking the same thing.

This fight will not be anywhere near easy, and its just getting started.

~Location Change~

A group of figures were sitting around a table, a heated argument brewing between them. A total of fourteen figures were there, each one radiating a tremendous aura. Some more powerful than other but all of them were powerful. Seven males and seven females, each one nine feet tall, in their smallest forms.

"This is your fault, Gaea. You should be sent to the void for this, you broke the ancient laws and declared war on the creator!"

"Oh shut it Chronus, you're pathetic. I broke them because I can, Chaos is weak and we all know it. We can destroy her and rule over creation, who is with me?"

A few nods were given, a few were obviously against this idea and the rest were unsure of what to do.

"Erebus! Nyx! How could you betray your Creator?"

"You misunderstand our motives, we simply want to talk to her, we have no wish to destroy her."

"You fool, Erebus. What about your son? Moros was a great man, and yet you watched him die! Have you no shame?"

"He was... He was no longer needed, his end was inevitable."

"What about his son? Perseus."

"He is vital to our plan, he will be the one to find Chaos. His power rivals that of some of us, and he's clueless about his powers. Chaos herself put restraints on Moros' power, and he was still able to match Kronos. Though it didn't help him much in the end, did it?"

"You are not the Erebus I raised, listen to yourself and come to your senses. It's not too late."

The remaining twelve watched this argument with interest, Chronus rarely joined in the meetings and never once argued.

Gaea came forth, stopping the two before they attacked one another.

"So as it stands nine against five, Chronus drop it while you can still make it out alive."

"You act as if you scare me Gaea, I'm more powerful than you'll ever be, even in my weakened state."

Gaea gritted her teeth, obviously furious with his statement.

"We have some powerful allies Chronus, do not push me."

"Enough! This is not getting us anywhere, I don't want to hear another word from any of you while I'm speaking."

A quiet, tall figure stated, everyone in a state of confusion. They had never heard Tartarus speak before, his voice was smooth but commanding.

"Tartarus, speak some sense into this old fool. Its weird hearing you speak-"

"Gaea I said not to talk while I am speaking, not another word."

She slowly nodded, trying not to anger this particular primordial.

"I agree with Chronus actually, this is not a wise idea to declare war on the Creator, regardless the reason. Erebus I am ashamed to have once thought of you as a brother." He slowly turned, meeting everyone's eyes. "Where is your sense? Chaos is extremely powerful, why anger her? I wish to have no part in it."

No one had a change in heart though, it stayed 9-5. The intense stare down between Tartarus and Gaea continued, but Gaea looked away, unable to challenge him any further.

"Tartarus you may be more powerful than I but we have numbers on you, you cannot hope to defeat all nine of us by the yourself."

"He is not alone, Gaea. I back him up."

A few figures stepped forward after what Chronus had said, agreeing to aid Tartarus if it came down to it. The three other primordials who sided with Chronus walked to his side. Hemera, Thesis and Ananke following shortly after. Sadness evident on their faces, yet the had to make their stand, had to do what they believed was right. While Ananke was nowhere near as powerful as Gaea, she was stronger than both Nyx and Erebus. Thesis however was about the same as Gaea, the power of creation being immensely powerful. Hemera was weaker than Thesis but barely weaker than Gaea.

Shock was clear throughout the council, four of the most powerful primordials had sided with Chronus, who was incredibly powerful himself. If it came down to it, blow for blow, mutual destruction was imminent. If the situation wasn't handled correctly, all of creation would tremble before the war of the first ones. Chaos herself may even cease to exist, something that didn't phase a certain primordial. Gaea had a look of excitement etched upon her features, her mouth curved into a smile as she watched the council argue. All it would take is a simple...push, one fell swoop.

Gaea raised her hand and in a sweeping motion, Chronus was encased in a rocky formation. It slowly crushed inwards, dust and dirt falling to the floor from the constant grinding of rocks. A golden liquid soaking through, falling to the ground as everyone watched in horror. The sound of bones snapping, the sound of Ichor hitting the ground, continuously. After a few moments, Gaea released her hold on Chronus, her rocks disintegrating as if they were never there. All that was left of Chronus was his staff, that too was slowly disintegrating, his hourglass breaking as the sand poured out and flowed up. Out of the room and to someone who could be trusted with what was about to be given.

Tartarus stared at the Ichor pooling on the ground, a look of disgust showing. It was now 9-4, with Chronus disposed of it was clear to everyone. No one is going to make it out of this alive.

"Gaea how could you kill Chronus? He was... He was one of us!"

"Calm yourself Erebus, it was bound to happen. He didn't even attempt to fight back, he knew it had to happen."

"How far are you willing to go, Gaea? To complete this quest of yours? What's the limit..?"

Everyone looked at Tartarus, his voice was quiet, almost inaudible. Others simply didn't care, some wanted it to escalate to bloodshed. Some of them just wanted to watch the world burn, and were willing to do whatever it took to achieve that.

"You have seen what I am capable of, swear your allegiance to me and I will spare you four."

Tartarus looked at his last remaining allies, the message clear. Run.

Three figures flashed away, one figure staring nine others down.

"Do you think you can stand up against nine of us? Alone!? My, my the insanity has really overtaken you."

"That is not my goal, Gaea. I merely wish to take as many of you out as I can, my final act of loyalty to the Creator."

A purple fire flickered around him, dancing along his fingertips and his arms. With one quick motion he sent it flying towards the nearest primordial, Eros. It caught him on fire as he was unprepared for it, his body being consumed by the purple fire. His screams echoing off the walls, until finally they died out. The body was gone, leaving behind scorch marks along the floor where he rolled around, frantically trying to put the fire out.

Leaving the stunned primordials no time to react, he charged them, a broadsword materializing in his hands. He swung his blade at Erebus who barely dodged in time, being put on the defensive as he had no weapon. Anyone who tried interfering was burned or thrown away by Tartarus' aura, by the pressure he was exerting. Erebus summoned his own sword, attempting to block each violent swing. Sensing something behind him, Tartarus turned around to block another's blade and spun out of Erebus' counterattack.

Delivering a quick slash to Erebus' side, opening a cut along his ribs that soon dripped Ichor. Tartarus quickly punched his downed foe to move onto the next one, Aether. The one who tried sneaking up on him before, the one who was the bloodthirstiest of them all.

"So Aether, do you think you can stand up to me? After watching me take your father out?"

His opponent didn't reply, instead launching himself at Tartarus. Tartarus easily sidestepped and dropped his elbow on his skull, sending the younger primordial to the ground. Instead of letting him connect with the ground, Tartarus kicked Aether upwards, delivering powerful punches all over his body. Once again he was sent flying, but Tartarus didn't give his opponent any reprieve. Quickly running over to him and slamming his fists down on Aether's chest, sending him to the ground. Ichor quickly falling out of his nose and mouth, yet he was unconscious from the beating he received.

Gaea was in a mix of awe and fear, watching Tartarus take out three primordials so effortlessly.

"I believe I will be the only one able to give you a challenge, Tartarus."

"Ah Gaea, I was wondering if you would come forth and challenge me. I was starting to think you had run off."

That comment made Gaea bristle with rage.

"Do not get arrogant."

Gaea had rocks and dirt circling her, falling down on Tartarus' purple fire and extinguishing it. A smug look appeared on her face, obviously proud of what her powers could do to his own. He lunged at Gaea, swinging his massive sword, attempting to hit her. She sent a barrage of stones at him, drawing Ichor dozens of times. Gaea sent a large boulder at him, thinking that would crush him seeing as how he couldn't dodge it. Instead of taking the full impact of it, Tartarus swung his sword faster than the eye could see. What ensued was silence.

The boulder had lines across it, purple lines to be exact. And in the blink of an eye, the boulder was reduced to nothing but dirt.

"You'll have to do better than that, Gaea."

Tartarus once again swung his blade, this time he was rewarded with a long gash across her stomach. It was bleeding profusely, but the dirt rose up and covered the wound, stopping it from bleeding any further. Noticing her movements were hindered, Tartarus punched her in the stomach, right where he had cut her open. Gaea was lifted off the ground from the force of the punch, a right hook sending her back down. Her defeat was inevitable and nearing. As Tartarus walked over to her, kicking her in the chest and sending her rolling along the floor. He heard her mutter something, he leaned closer to hear and was surprised to feel a dagger in his chest.

"With the power of this dagger, created by Chaos herself, I banish you to the depths of the underworld. I strip you of any title you have gained, I take from you your symbol of power. You shall not see any primordial, and your will shall not be your own. Begone Tartarus, enjoy your pit."

Moments later he disappeared, his sword being left behind until in started shimmering. As it exploded into nothingness, everyone stared on, baffled. Tartarus had just went toe to toe with four primordials, one of which was killed. Two were in bad shape and another had a deadly wound.

Gaea brought everyone out of their thoughts as she spoke up.

"Now let us proceed with our plans, after my son destroys the Olympians, we can pluck Perseus from them and finally destroy the Creator."

"Why are we waiting to take him Gaea? Why not do it now?"

"Because dear Nyx, Kronos and Typhon are too difficult to control. With luck Perseus will destroy Kronos like the prophecy states, and hopefully Zeus and his kin can take out Typhon. They are both powerful, we must not attempt to pick the fruit before it is ripe."

"Understood."

Location Change~

"He's gone Hemera, his presence is fading."

"It cannot be Ananke, he is powerful. He will pull through."

"I also feel Eros has been killed Erebus and Aether are unconscious, and Gaea has been weakened considerably."

"Tartarus will be here any second, have faith Ananke. He is just trying to buy us extra time."

And so Ananke did have faith in Tartarus, but seconds turned into minutes and minutes turned into hours. The answer was clear. He isn't coming back.

"We must plan ahead, we need allies. Where is the Creator in all of this? Watching us fight amongst each other, over her no less."

"Stop it Thesis, we must believe in Chaos. There is a reason for everything, we will soon learn this one."

"I-I'm sorry Hemera, you're right. We should keep moving, we don't want to get caught."

And so the three figures continued walking, the stars shining over them. Lighting their way.

~Location Change~

A woman sat in a chair, watching different events unfold. Watching, picking up on every minor detail. The Creator knew she was at fault for what was to come, she knew what would happen. It was inevitable, futile to deny any further. Feeling sad she couldn't intervene, feeling guilty over the bloodshed.

"Chronus you deserved rest after all these eons, this wasn't what I had in mind though. I hope you find peace in the Void, and in your successor."

Chronus had been her closest friend until she had gone into hiding, he was like her father even though he was much younger.

She now turned to another crystal, one that showed the battle against Typhon. Wondering how this particular battle would unfold, who would come out victorious.

The odds were stacked against them, they had no idea what was against them.

She switched to another crystal, one that showed her great grandson. He was holding a girl in his arms, trying and failing to save her life.

"Oh Perseus, I had hoped to spare you of all this pain. And I'm afraid this is only the beginning, but you are needed for a much bigger role than just a demititan. I suppose one miracle couldn't hurt much."

With the wave of a hand, the crystal started to fade and the last thing that could be seen were the stars. They seemed to shine brighter than ever, and nothing.

Location Change~

"Lord Kronos, the attack was a failure. Only two demigods were taken out, our forces were destroyed."

The anger could be felt by anyone in their camp, his hatred for that mortal was well known.

"They failed me? You told me that they would succeed, you game me your word Atlas."

Kronos spat his name like it was poison.

"I know Lord Kronos, it was an impossible outcome. That boy has more power than we thought possible, and when he loses control it's stronger than yours."

"Feel grateful that I don't send you to take care of that boy, ready our troops for the beginning ground assault. Have you made a deal with it?"

"Yes, yes we have. It's ready for our final assault if we run into trouble. Your mother also promised us some other help. Hopefully she comes through and actually helps us."

"I do not trust her, be wary. We must plan accordingly, I have no doubt that she shall betray us. We shall make her regret that decision."

The meeting was concluded at that, everyone went their separate ways. Preparing for war, getting their armies ready for battle.

~Location Change~

The storm giant continued to press on, almost through the large body of water. The water level was draining, the amount of godly energy turning it into steam and evaporating.

Typhon had a long way to go, especially if the gods continued their attacks. They didn't know how much longer they could use their powers, the battle had been raging on for who knows how long. Time seemed to fly by as they launched attack after attack, however they had blinded the giant in its left eye. Something that angered Typhon, it now had a blind side, a weak side.

With one last might roar, Typhon swatted at a figure who was using a trident. The man flew into the water below him, rolling along the surface from the force of the hit. Ichor pouring out of the mans nose, little did Typhon know he had just given the man more power.

Calling the power of the seas to him, he raised his arms, the water mimicking his motions. Sending it forward to encase the monster in a watery prison, Typhon was frozen to the body of water. Seeing their opening, everyone launched their powers towards him, blowing Typhon back and causing him to fall down.

Everyone had started celebrating, thinking they destroyed the storm giant. A shadowy hand slammed on a group of figures, sending them in the air towards the forest nearby.

After the group had hit the ground, there was a long moment of silence and then the sound of ice breaking. Typhon was continuing his march, looks of disbelief on their faces.

"Father, Apollo is out of commission. Hephaestus is wounded, what do we do?"

The question was met with silence. How do you react to something like that? How do you deal with an enemy when the odds are impossible? You continue to try, make your own miracles.

~Location Change~

Six people were huddled around a body, a girl. A stream of sand was floating towards a figure, the one who was holding the girls body. It lifted him into the air, a golden energy entering him. The sands disappeared, slowly falling back to the ground, something was forming in his hands. A staff with an orb of sand at the top, radiating great power. His eyes flashed a dull golden color, a golden flash came from his body, sweeping over everyone. The stars were nowhere to be seen.