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First things first; I'd like to clarify a few lore-related stuff. (1~3)

1. Korecres might be a lot more vulnerable than you might think. With great power comes a great price.

2. A lot of myths overlap with one another, and TYPE-MOON didn't explain the exact timeline, so I decided to make things simple.

The Golden Age of the Pantheons： Mesopotamia (BC4'000)→Egypt (BC3'500)→China (BC3'000)→Greece (BC2'500)→Norse (BC2'000)→Celt (BC1'500).

I know I'm NOT historically accurate (not to mention the topic itself is up for frequent debate), but from what I could scrape up from the tidbits of TYPE-MOON lore, this timeline should suffice.

3. !ATTENTION! Very Important Lore

The timeline of TYPE-MOON Greek Myths is shown below. Take note that future development of the Fate franchise might prove me wrong.

0. Arrival of the Machine Gods, the wandering remnants of an extinct civilization from a different universe. Alien bots. (BC14'000)

1. Titanomachia (Machine Gods VS Machine Titans: Alien Gods' Civil War; the next-gen bots VS the first-gen bots) (BC13'500)

2. Leukosmachia (Machine Gods VS Velber02 aka 'Sefar', a Star-Eating Doom bot sent by planet-sized AI spaceship 'Velber') (BC12'000)

3. The Machine Gods lose their massive spaceship bodies in their battle against Sefar & Great Extinction of gods and mortals & Fall of Civilization (ex. Atlantis) & Sefar gets blasted by some random primordial guy wielding Excalibur (BC11'990)

4. The former Machine Gods successfully take on the form of Divine Spirits similar to native gods on Earth & adopt other forgotten deities as their own as demigods (ex. Dionysus, Castro, Pollux) (BC3'000)

4. Gigantmachia (Greek gods & former demigods VS Living Remnants of the Doom bot Sefar) (BC2'000)

5. Great War with Typhon; The Allfather of Monsters and Anti-Virus program of Machine Goddess Gaia (Greek gods VS Typhon) (BC1'500)

6. Dawn of the Old Roman era, Romulus aka the son of Mars and the first king of Rome is born (BC1'000)

[7. Olympusmachia (FGO Lost Belt only: Machine Gods VS Machine Gods: Alien Gods' Second Civil War)]

PS. The true bodies of the Twelve Machine Gods, massive spacefaring ships, are known as Aletheia (approximately meaning "truth" in ancient Greek). They can produce remote human-sized bodies, referred to as terminals to interact with people, which became their basic forms as the Twelve Olympians after the destruction of their Aletheia by Sefar.

The interactions between other Pantheons and other future events would be held accordingly to the aforementioned info.

Here we go!

Welcome to the Party

We were ready for Olympus. With my mentor's signature weapon turned back from its ring form, now grasped in my hand since my mother suggested that it would be the perfect show, I was standing with my parents, waiting for our ride.

While I was thoroughly confused as to why we were waiting for Charon aka the famed ferryman of the dead aka the god who transports souls for cash, to make his 'final preparations' (whatever the hell that meant), we were finally ready for Olympus.

Dusa insisted upon staying behind, saying that she didn't have the best relationship with the gods. I think that she was putting it pretty mildly. The look when she gave me when I suggested that she come as my escort...

Seeing her face filled with guilt, terror, and panic made me realize at last that there was no need for me to stick my dumb-ass nose into that matter (at least for now), so I kept my speculations to myself, and waved her goodbye.

I was sure that she would've preferred to see me off at the docks, but due to my father himself being one of my escorts (you should've seen his face when my mother talked him into joining the banquet on Olympus with us...he looked as if he was a lamb ready for slaughter), she humbly backed off and left with a chaste kiss on my cheek.

Oh, and speaking of docks, my parents and I were standing at the harbor of a murky black river. It was more of an ocean than it was a river, to be honest. The crashing waves that washed away the bone ash from the rocks were anything but calm.

"Lord Hades, Lady Persephone, and Young Lord Korecres. I apologize for the long wait. Our preparations are done."

A raspy voice reached our ears, one that sounded as dry as a man who had taken a marathon course through the Saraha desert and then drank a gallon of seawater filled with a high dosage of opium. Even though it was far from the first time I've heard the ferrying god's voice, I still couldn't help but wonder about how can someone sound so dehydrated and frisky at the same time.

To be frank, he sounded like a marooner on crack, if there even is one. I sincerely hoped not.

Unknowing of my really disrespectful impression of his voice, the mummy-like god smacked the deck of his battered longboat with his staff. It rocked on the waves like a toy boat about to sink.

I was about to question Charon's sanity until I saw a mischievous glint in the depths of his black, pupilless eyes. The sound of wood snapping caught my attention.

Right before me, the ancient hole-filled boat started to croak, screech, and groan. What was once something that barely resembled a functioning vessel started to transform into a warship, one filled with futuristic designs.

The wood took a black, metallic glint as an exoskeleton grew over the hull and across the decks. Ethereal layers of transparent oars sprouted from the sides like a beetle's wings. The boat itself tripled in size, now more than a hundred meters long in full length. Charon opened his arms as he tried and failed to hug his now enormous vessel, and fell into the river like a drunk sailor.

"Lo and behold, the Mighty Warship of the Underworld!"

Charon cheered as his head bobbed up and down from the river surface. Father sighed, rubbing his temples. My mother just smiled, purple flames dancing in her hollow eye sockets.

"Charon? Do I have to remind you what day is it today, my dear?", she asked in a soft voice. Almost immediately, Charon turned rigid and literally rocketed out of the river with a loud splash.

Landing on the rocks with a wet thwack, he rolled across the dry docks and stood up with a sheepish grin, scratching his head in embarrassment.

"Ahem. If you may, my lords."

Charon made a sweeping bow, with his right arm outstretched towards his intimidating ship.

The bow of the ship cracked open in a jagged horizontal line, revealing a set of white-hot teeth. It burped out a cloud of grey smoke, as red flames licked the corners of its demonic smile and magma dripped from its lower jaw. Three circular yellow eyes popped open on each side of the bow like giant front lights. They winked, actually winked with metal shutters as if to say, 'Hurry onboard, champ!'.

Meanwhile, I was baffled beyond words. An over-technology ship with sentience. What the hell. My father nudged me slightly. I broke out from my stupor and started to board the ship.

After Charon made one last check that everything was in place, he waved his arms like a flailing man with dementia and tapped his staff. Come to think of it, the blunt end of his staff looked suspiciously like a...microphone?

I had no idea what that name meant. I didn't know why the name even popped out of my head. What I did know, was that this wasn't supposed to be on this planet, in this era. It was alien. And it was making me deaf.

My father covered my ears. Charon's hyperactive speech continued to batter our eardrums with the force of a sledgehammer.

"Welcome to the cruise on Epic Hades! I am your captain, Charon! Without further adieu-"

Charon deeply breathed in. I saw my father mutter something under his breath, something like 'I regret giving him that device'.

"-ON TO OLYMPUS!"

A few souls that were floating overhead dropped into the river like rocks. I doubted this was a natural occurrence.

...Could someone please tell me why the greek gods are so bizarre?

On the top of Mount Olympus, there sat a great glass saucer-like palace that shadowed the hilltops from the strong sunlight. By all means, it wouldn't have been possible if it wasn't for the fact that the gigantic monument was practically floating, minus the pole that connected it to the rocky mountain tip.

Inside the very center of the plate-shaped palace, there was the throne room, reserved for the highest authority of the Greek pantheon. Zeus opened his azure eyes and gazed down at the transparent floor from his throne.

"Theos Klironomia: Code Zeus"

Being an alien invention and a Deus ex Machina of a fallen civilization from a faraway galaxy that died out eons ago, the Olympians had several quirks no other native gods on planet earth had. One of them was the Klironomia.

Made from an alien metal called Orichalcum, Klironomia was a mix of nanomachines that were used to create hybrid organic lifeforms such as demigods, and when applied, it greatly enhances the strength, performance, and longevity. Klironomia could also act as an individual mana generator, one capable of sustaining a non-divine spirit without an external mana source.

Dionysus and Perseus were some of his most successful projects so far, and two others were about to follow.

The Klironomia in Zeus' left eye started to swirl as a vision similar to Clairvoyance took shape in his mind.

The Olympians each had a special Klironomia and Zeus was no different. Zeus' Klironomia carried an extremely unique property, one other than granting incredible power.

The Function of autarchy. The Power of Absolute Control.

"Are you sure it was wise to grant him a fragment of our knowledge in weaponry? Our technology is most certainly unattainable in this age."

An eerily cheerful voice chirped from Zeus' side. It was a floating gold sheep, a sphere of fleece, bobbing up and down in the air. It was almost a comical sight if not for the sheer heat and blinding light it generated. The sheep continued as if his appearance was completely normal.

"After all, we lost all our equipment in the great wars, and the artifacts that are still functional wouldn't last for another millennium. I think it may be unwise to take...unnecessary risks, especially risks such as leaking information. He's not one of us, and we both know that his mind is more mortal than divine. Ha, to think that Persephone of all goddesses would go so far as to-"

"The risk does not outweigh the potential benefits of this project. Need I remind you of that, Apollo?"

The king's tone suggested that his decision wasn't up for debate. It was final, and further nagging would only result in his wrath. The sheep squeaked, literally squeaked, and dissolved into beads of golden light with a small pop.

Zeus' eyes hadn't moved a single inch the entire time the sun god was talking, glued at the tiny black dot visible in his eagle vision. A black ship with a hideous grin filled by Tartarus' flames. He would realize that ship from a thousand miles away. The mighty king smiled.

"Welcome to the party."

Don't forget to check the important lore at the top! I don't want people asking me what I've already explained when all they have to do is a little research. Hope my lore break-down was satisfactory.

Anyways, next time, we finally get to the banquet part. I might have given Charon more screen time than he deserved but...hey, the idea of a mecha shark-grin spaceship just popped up in my mind.

As always, I would love to hear your opinions and reviews.

X-kalibuuuur, falling into Morpheus' arms.