Divinity: Fates and the Afterlife

Chapter Seventy

"I warned you—I warned all of you," Ares closed his eyes, "This is something that has been toying with us for far longer than we imagine."

"We accomplished your command, God of War—no one comes in, no one comes out."

Ares turned to face the lieutenant of the Olympian army in charge of keeping control in the realm of Olympus and its hermetic gates "What about the other Kingdoms and realms?"

"Secured as well, Polemarchos,"

"Gather the army, I want them around Olympus at once."

"Yes, God of War."

"General Agamemnon should be at the rim or Tartarus. If the gates were compromised, I would have given notice by now." Zeus frowned, "Hades went back to the Underworld. The army of shadows have been summoned by now and has granted permission to make use of them as you see more appropriate."

Zeus clenched his jaw and took a deep breath; after the meeting and its abrupt interruption with the arrival of the shadow commander, he has been restless and pensive. He ordered the other high gods to return to their posts and sent the alert to the other Olympians to protect their realms and asked Hephaestus, another High God and royal blacksmith, to start preparing his weapons for battle. He also took matters to protect his family by sending Hera to a different realm to protect her from the sudden threat. It was down to just the three brothers and two of Zeus advisors, Hermes and Janus to handle this situation from the conclave inside the palace.

-O-

"Can we count on the demonic nature of your servants?" Zeus muttered slightly hesitant. The man was one of few words but this time it was clear he had more on his mind that kept his always explosive character at bay. Being closer to Ares' personality and aggressive nature it was rare to see him this introvert and silent, giving Ares the clue to know that just like him, the lord of thunder was starting to fear for the worst.

"Cerberus will respawn soon enough—after what the hybrid did to it, it will take more to come back from its putrid state. Thanatos is still in flames, I cannot extinguish them," Hades gave an angry glare at Ares and then turned to Zeus "Hydra has been awakened to take the front while Erebus, Nyx, Hemera, and Thalasa will take charge and fortify the gates from the outside—Eris has been commanded to serve me as well as much as she does not like to do anything, but well, you should know that, she is your wife, after all."

Ares turned to Hades with the coldest of glares, "Do you really think it is that easy? What you should have done from the very beginning was to put a sentence on Asteria. This is the aftermath of her actions and her—"

"Do not try to turn this on me," Hades frowned, "The aftermath of her actions? Have you forgotten what you have done? It was you who violated our laws and went to Earth to awaken the hybrid. This is a high betrayal to your own kind," His eyes narrowed, "You thought I was not going to notice what you did... preventing that creature from dying and then lying about its nature. It was all carefully planned, every single one of your actions was planned. You are no different than Zeus, no different than me, Ares. You too wanted him to take advantage and make use of that power but I came victorious and took possession of his soul first."

"How many forces do we have at our disposal?" Zeus interrupted, clearly addressing Ares and ignoring the rant between his two younger siblings. Ares pursed his lips, "Rough numbers—" he sighed as he leaned his arms on the large table of marble and opal, "We need to measure the level of damage."

"I cannot sense any threat coming from Saturn..." Hades arched his brow, "The Underworld is closed,"

"Tartarus is my main concern now that Thanatos is not strong enough to keep it at bay." Zeus turned with an angry glare, "If Gaia's offspring could cross so easily, what else could happen after it?" He narrowed his deep gray eyes, "Hades, if that seal breaks you better than anyone knows what can happen."

"Zeus," Hades frowned, "Even if it crossed, the hybrid made a deal with me—it cannot leave the Underworld."

"Why did he cross, is what I want to know. This is clear proof of his alliance with that demon," Zeus frowned and turned to Ares with anger, "Your plans on recruiting him backfired, now, he is there plotting against us." His gray eyes darkened, "You better have a plan to fix this mess and finally realize the bitter truth of what happens when you put your trust in Titans. A child raised in benevolence? Helios successor? There is no such thing. Stop wishing for it to happen. Stop dreaming, Ares, you are the God of War so act as such!"

-O-

Ares came to understand what was happening. Zeus' confusion was enough confirmation to know what was really going on. It was clear to him now, Zeus knew nothing and Hades never really bothered to tell him there were enough valid reasons to lure the prince to have him under his control. While the princess' capture may have been Asteria's plan, the interest to make a deal with Endymion was something Hades came up on his own to appease his ambition and fortify his status as a high god. Hades was clever, the devil indeed, but even he could make mistakes and taunting the prince with cheap and low tricks was one of them.

The god of war tilted his head low and analyzed the situation in silence as he continued to look at the several reports he had given Zeus over the past few days to try and find a pattern he could use to counterattack the enemy when he felt a strong presence manifest somewhere close. His gray eyes widened and looked up at Zeus who had the same deadpanned expression in his face. In a matter of seconds, both rushed out of the chamber and raised the alert to the guards and gatekeepers to secure the entire olympian palace and its surroundings.

Trapped in a mix of panic and denial, the second both gods got to the main court they saw clear evidence of intrusion. The guards that were sent to keep an eye and secure the entrance gates weren't there; Ares turned and it's when he noticed the trail of blood and tar that led to the east hall of the Olympian palace, knowing exactly where to go from there. Without a single soul awake or conscious, Zeus and Ares walked the long hallway to the majestic throne room and widened their eyes when they finally came close enough to meet their new visitor.

Athamas stood at the foot of the long golden staircase with an unreadable expression in his face, almost like if he was completely lost in a trance. His once tanned skin was now pale and dry as old parchment, his long blonde hair was dirty and lose and his antimony-colored armor showed clear signs of battle with splatters of blood and smudges of tar and coal. His green eyes despite being focused on them didn't show any life, they looked dry and slightly clouded.

"No..." Ares frowned, "It cannot be... it is not possible..."

"Who is this man?" Zeus narrowed his gray eyes with confusion, Ares gritted his teeth "This is not possible... it was you!?"

"Salve, Caeles de Olympus,"

(Greetings, Gods of Olympus,)

Both Ares and Zeus felt their blood run cold at the salute and slowly raised their heads to meet the real owner of that voice. At the very top of the gilded staircase and under a pile of lifeless bodies sat a man in a black cloak with his arm casually resting over the hilt of his unsheathed long sword with his head low. A man that despite being covered in ash, blood, and tar had the distinctive and enigmatic beauty of his dynasty that proved the blood that runs through his veins.

A beautiful irony of the universe indeed. How somebody so alluring could harbor so much conflict inside? Looking at him was like staring into a nebula; mystical and hypnotic, always more than meets the eye. His body still showed some of the effects of having spent more than one lifetime locked in a dark pit and it was clear that all the lifeless bodies scattered around the throne hall and even the andromedian soldier served the purpose to feed him with their energy so he could regain his previous shape and strength to be where he was now. There was no question about it, his presence and poise were unmistakable. There was no doubt that the man sitting on Zeus' throne as he owned it, was in fact, Helios' grandson, first born to Geb, titan god of the land, and Nut, the titan goddess of the sky, older brother to Gaia, the titan of Earth.

The titan of void and dementia—Chaos.

As he slowly tilted his head up, his face finally came to view from under the pitch-dark curtain of hair that reached below his waist. The resemblance just as any other of Helios's descendants was there; a chiseled jawline, a straight nose and a widow's peak in the middle part of his hairline, thick dark brows and dark thick lashes framing such beautiful eyes that proved his lineage; intense and hypnotic were Chaos' prismatic eyes of amber that slowly changed from pale yellow to a deep golden shade. Chaos had the voice of a poet; low, deep, and seductive. He barely ever raised his tone, not even when he was upset a trait fairly used and paired with his unbreakable poker face that was always impossible to read.

Ares took a step closer and was immediately blocked by Athamas who quickly unsheathed his sword and pointed it at Zeus and Ares.

"Summittes Andromedian, hoc non est proper ut salutaret convivae sunt, non ita dictum est mihi," (Lower your weapon Andromedian, this is not the proper way to greet guests, or so I was told,) Chaos looked at the two gods below, "Omnipotentis Olympi in Dis Excelsis,"

(The almighty High Gods of Olympus,)

Ares frowned with threat, "Chaos..."

"Eam iam diu tandem occurrit ex nobis," Chaos tilted his head nonchalantly, "Magister Ares,"

(It has been a long time since we last met, Master Ares.)

"This cannot be... no..." Zeus muttered still in shock, "This cannot be!"

Chaos arched his brow, "Quid est enim quod non potest non esse, Domine Tonantem? De hoc quod ego sum Tartaro et quod sedens super solio?" He scoffed and turned to look away, "Non te mutavit. Semper aliquid ad insaniam fere semper rugiens circuit ad insaniam convertunt sicut sus, et praedictio est."

(What is it that it cannot be, Lord of Thunder? The fact that I am out of Tartarus or the fact that I am sitting on your throne? You have not changed. Always mad about something, always roaring like a mad boar, so predictable.)

"You broke it—the seal." Ares looked at Athamas with wide eyes, "Then... it means..."

"Et de semine regio et tetigit sigillum potest altero omittente rumpatur testamentum est sol in lucem," Chaos slid his hand to grab the onyx hilt of his sword and pulled it up from the floor, making a loud echo as it cut through the air, "Et oblinito, non qui verbis meis parum soror ad me in profundis cantata regni tui?"

(Were not those the words my little sister chanted to seal me in the depths of your realm?)

Chaos looked at his reflection on his shiny onyx long blade and narrowed his amber eyes, "Asteriae erat nimium stultus, et in erat nimium stultus, et infirma. Animam pauperis, et crediderunt vere et vere stetit in huiusmodi casu nostros. Mediocre premens Titana Id fecit quidem quid rectum et excrucior inventa est in me anima mea, fit ad fingunt ad, tamen necessitates." Chaos looked at Athamas and pursed his lips, "Andromedan fuisset umquam primus arbitrium, non omnia, tam leuia sint, sed quod unum fuit securus usurum. Qui etiam curo ut possessio lunae exercitus et abiit et Asteriae superesset."

(Asteria was incredibly stupid and weak. Poor soul, she truly believed she actually stood a chance against our kind. Mediocre Titan, at least she did something right and found this tortured soul for me to possess and mold to fit my needs. An Andromedian would have never been my first choice, they are all so fickle and unreliable but this one has been easy to manipulate. He even managed to take possession of the Moon Army and he even survived past Asteria.)

"You low less creature... you disgusting demon!" Zeus roared and raised his hand to call for his blade of thunder "Return to your hole!"

Chaos pursed his lips with disinterest and kicked the lifeless body he had secured under his boot and thrusted his sword to the ground causing a thunderous sound that shattered the floor to ceiling windows and crystal chandeliers handing from the tall ceilings, "Ad foraminis, me tu dicis? " He slowly pushed himself from the gilded throne and looked at Zeus with an intense glare, "Nemo, ne frustra sis. Dum solio tuo aureum magnum tam angustus est, ut ego qui sum reddere homagium ad. Vos autem tulit virtutem a nobis, in virtute autem sumpsit a me, et non repetere error ipsum. Quia facta fuit amplius milibus annorum Gaia stultus misit me fuerint vos fascinavit me facere videritis hoc imbecillis timens. Genua ante me Olympiorum, sicut ceteri officiales vestri, et faciem tuam his quae consequuntur actus primi. Et vere credo me sub potestate, tamen non esset erro, me habere plus quam unam via est pugna, et maneat apud inferos esse partem illius de belli successu temporis, hic ne me. Ut non sit satis firmas Tartara Olympum transire conati estis qui aliter intercluderent iter. Faciem dii estis et termini ad subsidia ne perdideris nesciunt. Conculcaverunt me exspectat donec vestro mendacio ut crederent verissima. Non permittens vestri maximus error est mihi vivere vestri maximus esset error in me experior, ut fit in una figura ad me ad tui generis formas tuum commodum. Nat quod sicut fecit, facite ei etiam intelligitur non habere? Nonne credis quod revera post omnia quae feci in nomine tuo pugna eram iens dare vobis plus auctoritatis? Tu vere puto eram iens uti meum bonum virtutis tuae? Et ego non sum ego Gaia et ego non Helios. Suspicere non debes nec quicquam vos estis mihi ego aspicio meum rapuissent quod longius et diutius Titan."

(Return to my hole, you say? No, do not be mistaken. While your golden throne is as big as your ego, it is too small to pay homage to who I am. You took the power from us, you took the power from me, and that mistake will not repeat itself. It has been eons since you made Gaia cast a stupid spell on me to keep me away because you were too afraid and weak to do it yourselves so now face the consequences of your primitive actions, Olympians. You truly believe you had me under control, but do not be mistaken, I have more than just one way to fight and my stay in Tartarus was part of a strategy that would eventually lead me here. The Underworld itself is not strong enough to keep me from crossing to Olympus and you are no different than those that tried to block my way. Face it, Gods, you have reached your limit and you have wasted your resources without even realizing it. I was waiting for you to swallow your own lies until you believed them as an absolute truth. Your biggest mistake was not allowing me to live, your biggest mistake was to try to fit me in one of your generic molds so you could shape me to your convenience. Just because Helios did it, it meant I had to do it too? Did you really believe that after all you have done, I was going to fight in your name to give you more authority? Do you really think I was going to use my power for your benefit? I am not Gaia and I am not Helios. I do not look up at you and I do not owe you any respect, you look up at me because I am a Titan and you have taken what is mine for far too long. It is time to put an end to this, it is no longer amusing to me.)

With a charged weapon in hand and deadly determination, Zeus dashed toward the dark warrior startling Ares "Zeus, no!"

Before the lord of thunder could reach him at the top of the stairs Chaos stomped his weapon on the marble again and let his energy flow like veins of smoke eating the remaining light in the throne hall "Quia non videtur aditum mihi sapit. Quam ob rem—quam tu scis quia non est verisimile quod vellem, et nolite Recogitabo ut mihi conanti optiones ante quicquam stultius." He snapped his fingers and exposed a wall of braided coils with several gods trapped in them behind him. Ares widened his gray eyes and shook his head when he saw the many deities trapped, "Cogitare prudenter Deus Tonantem nec esse potuisse, quod factum est testimonium, si vis ire contra me."

(I do not think your approach to me is wise. If I were you—which, you probably know that is not something I would like, I would stop and rethink my options before attempting anything stupid. Think wisely God of Thunder or be a witness of what could happen if you choose to go against me.)

Zeus stopped mid-track and saw Hera was one of the deities trapped in Chaos' poisoned coils of barbwire, "Hera..." he shook his head, "I will not bow before you—I rather rot and die before I kneel before you. This is not about you being manipulated by Gods, this is you, being a demon who needs to be annihilated."

"Ne propter amabilia, proprie uxor prudens?" Chaos arched his brow, "Tu vere es mascŭlus. Ego sum cogitavi ut omnes hos annos mutata in via tua, et afficientes cum mulieribus." His golden eyes narrowed with authority, showing his control over the matter, "Demitto vestro gladio."

(Not even for your kind and prudent wife? You really are misogynous. I would have thought that all these years have changed your ways of seeing and treating women. Lower your sword.)

Ares saw Chaos' blade was starting to release sonic waves of energy and turned to his brother who still had his thunder blade pointing at Chaos and watched him roared angrily as he threw the first attack. Chaos raised his hand and created a barrier that reacted to the electric aftershocks coming from Zeus and his blade. Ares took cover with his own energy and run to try to free Hera from Chaos' trap but the warrior in black quickly turned and flicked his hand blocking Ares' path with more thorns; he turned to Zeus who was charging another attack and narrowed his golden eyes, he curled his fingers around the onyx hilt of his long falchion* sword and pulled it up and slowly walked down the stairs as he charged his weapon and sent the first blast at Zeus, one, the lord of thunder could manage to dodge with ease and responded the attack with another electric blast. Chaos jumped away and landed in the middle of the throne hall between Zeus and Ares and raised his dark sword as he looked over his shoulder at Ares and turned to Zeus who was the first to make another move; Chaos graciously turned and block Zeus' blade with his in a thundering clash that shook the ground with the strong impact blasting the high ceilings. Both deities looked into their eyes as they fought against the force on their blade that made screeching sounds of blade sliding against blade. Zeus summoned for another stage of his power and blasted Chaos a ball of energy using his other hand but to his surprise the lord of dementia mirrored the attack and returned it to the lord of thunder, sending him flying several feet away; "Videtur quod non omnium quae secuta est ars tua proelia laurigero subeuntem, Magister," (It seems not everyone has followed your battling technique, Master,) Chaos turned over his shoulder at Ares, "Nemo audiat vos. Et veniens ego cognovi vos, nullus crediderunt verbis tuis."

(Nobody really listens to you. You knew I was coming and yet, nobody believed your words.)

Ares slowly moved his hand and rest it over the hilt of his claymore sword and took it out with impressive speed before Chaos' sharp blade hit him and held pressure on his grip, making both blades gnash loudly; there were no words but the intense tussle between both polemarchos, there was more to their silent battle than just an unwanted meeting.

As much as he did not want to admit it, Ares still admired Chaos's skills. The man was very smart and had a keen knowledge of a warrior's discipline. When Helios chose him to follow his steps and have his rightful place in the celestial army and later, as a political and strategic advisor to the gods, Chaos already had earned a meticulous reputation for his assertiveness and impressive skills. Chaos was more than just evil, he worked for his own convenience. He was a deity that never knew emotions; he did not know love and he did not know hatred and that made him more dangerous because he knew exactly how to manipulate anyone's emotions without ever feeling attached or compromised.

As he continued clashing his blade against him, it took Ares two turns, a dodge and a leap to understand the effect Chaos made on people. His energy was strong and it was something that if not careful penetrated to the very core of every living cell and corrupt it—bend it the way he wants, the way he finds it useful and entertaining. Being close to him made you feel sick, his presence made you feel confused, it made you want to tear your skin with your nails, like an unforgiving rash. Looking at him in the eye was like staring into the void of the universe despite having such bright and beautiful eyes, but unlike Gaia's, his held no life; they were orbs of blazing energy. His beauty was deceiving, making it impossible for him to believe at first what he had become before he committed mass murder to everyone that stood in his way, even his own kind. He simply didn't care.

Ares looked up and saw Chaos walking toward him with envious casualty, his beautiful face always in its poker state which made it impossible to decode his movements, after all, Chaos had mastered Ares' battle tactics and skills but he knew he was no longer in the same level of strength and what was worse, Chaos knew.

"Et in usus eius est beneficium," he muttered as he came closer, "Sciebam enim quod quando quis non habeat fiduciam. Ne te. Hoc ego si scirem quod nihil aliud discere ex te."

(You used her for your benefit, that is when I knew not to trust anyone. Not even you. That is when I knew I had nothing else to learn from you.)

"No," Ares frowned, "I did not..."

"**Et celerrimum fidissimumque tuum figere solution was made, ut cibum tibi deos suos tuo. Et erat iuvenis, plenaque inlecebris et faciens venit ad caedem eius et conversus sum creatus est ei contra me. Soror Gaia. Et oblinito post me virtute ad eam tu usus ad pascere non illa se usque ad bestias, cum ipsa non posset adimplere necessitates peruerse doctus existat." He narrowed his eyes, "You tried to do the same with her offspring, trained him to become another one of your weapons only this time, it was the perfect excuse to keep it at bay. I am intrigued, Master, you should know that a Polemarchos is trained to target its opponent's faults and take advantage of it. An attack shown to me twice will serve as much as trying to catch air with your hand—worthless and pointless."

(**Your safest and quickest solution to fix the mess you gods made was to make her your own. She was young, naïve, and by letting her witness the massacre I have created you turned her against me. My sister, Gaia. You used her power to seal me away and later trained her to feed her to the beasts when she no longer could fulfill your pedantic needs.)

"What did you do, Chaos?" Ares narrowed his gray eyes, "What did you do to him?"

"Nothing, really." Finally breaking the invisible language barrier between them, Chaos tilted his head to the side, showing a truly disconcerting lack of emotion in his face; the embodiment of void, it was unnerving—bone-chilling. "That soul has been probably eaten in Tartarus by now. I do give recognition to his endurance and perseverance, it took more than two thousand years to break him, as expected from Titans, although, no, my mistake—he is not a Titan, he is a—what do you like to call him? A yes... a hybrid."

"In the end, that makes you no different than us, Chaos. You too used him to serve your purposes and then fed his soul to the beasts of your realm." Ares took position again and raised his blade, shoulder height and pointed it at Chaos, "How pitiful,"

"A little too late on the lesson on ethics, Ares," Chaos looked at the god of war nonchalantly, "Do not mistake things, I had other plans for that soul. Despite its corrupted heritage, it is still linked to me through my sister's blood and that is enough to keep me interested to see what he had to offer, why else would I have targeted his existence for so many years?" He sighed, "But despite the many efforts in training him to create this carbon copy of myself, he is not pure blood, so what did you really expect from such an experiment, to survive? Please… there is a limit to everything, even to a morbid creature like him. The offspring was the key because he was the last in the line of descendance. We are connected, but I knew that soul was not going to endure the strain of Inferno nonetheless Tartarus for too long. Have you forgotten everything you taught me, Ares? Mind before force. Intelligence before battle."

"You are grieving your sister's passing and yet, you used her son to your own benefit." Ares frowned, "You disgusting leech of hell,"

"One cannot feel anything for something one has never met and I do not waste my energy on such pointless matters." Chaos shrugged his shoulder, "I did not even acknowledge his presence when the seal was broken. And let us be clear, I am not grieving Gaia's passing. She made her choice and in the end proved her lack of worth by choosing to betray me and casting that seal on me. But not even she, a Titan, could withstand the passage of time and the torturous burden of knowing her power was not enough to truly keep me locked away. Gaia always knew this, it was easy for me to feed on her fear, her mind was my playground." He narrowed his golden eyes, "Trust no one. Not even your own shadow... not even your own blood. It may surprise you how much backstabbing occurs when you are not paying attention." He turned and pointed his sword at Zeus who tried to attack Chaos with a stealth move and narrowed his alluring golden eyes peeking through the long pieces of raven hair falling over his face like tar, "Elige prudenter, Tonitrua Dei," (Choose wisely, Lord of Thunder,) he snapped his fingers and in a rapid response the ground began to rumble and new dark vines with thorns emerged from the broken marble floors, tangling more deities and guards in them as they slowly moved to follow Chaos' command and point at themselves with their own weapons. Chaos turned and with one quick slash severed *Proteus' head, letting it roll down to Zeus' feet and shrugged his shoulder, "Oh please, one less worm servant at sea," he arched his brow, "One more move and your beloved Hera loses her head in the same fashion." He tilted his head low, "So, Lord of Thunder, what is it going to be? Your pride or their heads?"

Zeus clenched his jaw a minute and slowly lowered his blade. Ares looked at his older brother with shock in his eyes; the always unbreakable and prideful leader of Olympians slowly kneeled before the titan of void for the sake of his wife and felt his blood run cold in his veins. He was cornered, with Athamas on one side and many others under Chaos' influence there was not much he could do. At this point, Ares felt trapped. Whenever he looked, they were surrounded, whenever they wanted to run, they would follow. Chaos had the power to manipulate any soul and if he managed to free himself from Tartarus, it meant he had corrupted demons and giants at his service as well and in the end, calling for celestial aid was going to be disastrous. Ares knew that if he went ahead and continued fighting Chaos he would run out of time; his mission would fail, and his daughter would be in terrible danger along with the rest of the senshi and the universe but he had to take the risk, even if it was the last in his life, he sent a silent signal to one of the generals of the celestial army and braced for the outcome.

Chaos was Ares' biggest concern not because he didn't know how to fight him or because he would not be a worthy opponent, but because he knew the level of threat the man in black armor represented and how things would go if he attacked. Chaos was not the same he was all those thousands of years ago, this was a man lost in the webs of malice created by no other than him and no matter how much strength he would put into this battle, Chaos was the representation of destruction and now, as things came to be, Ares was at a very high disadvantage.

His presence meant only one thing and it chilled Ares' bones to the very core. Being at the very moment Gaia put the seal on her brother, he knew well what it needed to be done to break it and release him from his imprisonment; as he saw his brother yielding his authority in front of Chaos, and for the first time in eons, fear became a truth to him once again.

"Interesting," Chaos looked at Zeus with zero emotion in his eyes, "You have been glorified for far too long that has made you believe such pitiful lies."

Zeus widened his eyes and looked up at him but he didn't need to say anything to get the answer from Chaos, "You forget, even after all this time, that we are not the same. I do not waste my time with empathic sentiments, especially for you, God of Thunder. Kneeling before me does nothing to my benefit, but it will sure stain your reputation and how your subordinates will see you from this point on. Look at you, reduced to a pile of useless flesh and bone asking for mercy to a Titan." He shrugged his shoulder and kicked Zeus away from him, "Let me pass, Olympian. You stain the view." He turned to look at Ares over his shoulder as he snapped his fingers to call for the corrupted souls of the soldiers from his sucked his energy to replenish his strength, "I see what you did, Ares," he clicked his tongue, "You lost practice... and you forgot that I too am still a Polemarchos from the Celestial Army. I can read you like a book, I can hear your call in the back of my mind. Next time you want them to come to your aid, make sure they make it on time." He turned and dig his sword on the marble floors instantly and very much like Asteria's given attack, he allowed the dark energy within him spread from him to his blade all the way to his surroundings.

Where there once was a golden throne, there were now ruins covered in veins; everything slowly turned somber and cold, very much like Chaos' personality. He turned when he sensed the presence of those coming in Ares' aid and turned to Ares with his blade fully charged and like if a pocket in space was broken, Chaos let his energy clash with Ares' who quickly stepped in between his brother and in the middle of the massive explosion. Ares took advantage of the moment and energy from the impact to escape Olympus taking his older brother with him.

After the explosion and debris finally settled down, Chaos arched his brow already noticing the god's absence and turned to the web of gods trapped behind his new acquired throne and narrowed his eyes, "Non potes negare quod verum est de potentia divinitatis, et negare non potes esse meis. Denudasti fundamentum agnoscit me vitae meae genere, et nunc, et revelabo pudenda tua."

(You cannot deny the true power of divinity and you can no longer deny my existence. You stripped me of the recognition of my ancestry, now I will strip you of yours.) His golden eyes narrowed and slightly turned over his shoulder at the shadows standing behind Athamas, "Move. I have things to do."

O—o—o—o—O

Ares opened his eyes and turned to Zeus who had the most distraught expression in his face, "Brother," Zeus slowly opened his and noticed the air was different from just seconds ago, "Why?"

Ares frowned, "Zeus?"

"Why did you save me?"

Ares sighed and pushed his brother's limp body away and pushed himself off the cold stone floor, "Your question is invalid to me."

"Why did you save me!?" Zeus looked up at his youngest brother "Why did you let me live?!" He roared to the verge of an anger breakdown, "Why!?"

"Zeus,"

"We are Olympians, Ares!" Zeus roared with rabid frustration, "That demon humiliated me! He stripped me from all authority! I did not even make a single scratch on him! He made of me a laughing stock! An amusement! I rather die than live under the shadows of shame!"

"This is not the time for this—"

Zeus turned to Ares and shook his head with disbelief, "You are one to talk. You have zero reputation as it is now, you are supposed to be the God of War and you did nothing to cut that demon's throat. You are useless Ares, Eris is right, she condemned you—Gaia condemned you!"

Like gas to a flame, Ares' rage ignited and grabbed Zeus from his neck and picked him off the floor, "Enough!" He growled as he pulled him closer, "Listen to me, Zeus, and listen well. This is more serious than an ancient stigma—this has nothing to do with Gaia, her son, and not even Chaos' breaking free from his prison. This is about you and your misguided truth and ego. This is about the foundation of this realm. Olympus is far from what it was supposed to be once we were freed from the nightmare that was living under the torturous control of the corrupted Giants that later infected the minds and spirits of many Titans who wanted nothing but power and blood. This is not what I signed up for when I pledged my loyalty to you—this is not what we fought for during the divine war and yet, here I am. You were given the authority and control—the title of King of Gods, yes, but at what price, eh, Zeus? Your other brother while he was against it at first, he followed your wishes and took over the realm of the dead, and me? I filled his valleys and fields with souls and the rivers of the underworld with the blood of both innocent and guilty. You say I am useless? I beg to differ because both of your realms stand today because of death and because of war, because of me. I did the murder. I became the assassin. I was your medium of conquest—the one that gave you that crown. You continued using me and the celestial army to gain more power and inflict fear among the rest, so in the end dear brother, you are no different than Tantalus, Pelops, or Atys... you are no different than Chaos himself and that is worse because we Olympians put our trust in your hands. I will not say I warned you but by the way things were going... this was fated to happen one way or another. This runs deeper than what your eyes can see and what your reason can accept as truth... we allowed this to happen, but not all is over, we still can fight it and correct things but we must accept that we can no longer do it alone."

Zeus felt the truth behind Ares' words hit him like a shower of thunderbolts; it was appalling to him to admit how much he had changed since they won victory over the ancient titans and how the realm has changed ever since. Those gods that once looked for a future without chains wrapped around them became the new inquisitors and even fought other deities to gain more power all to Zeus' command. Defeated, he looked down and closed his eyes with remorse, "He has Hera, Ares,"

Ares sighed softly, "We need to go to Hades, Zeus. We need to fight this war with everything we have." He let go of his older brother's jacket and turned to open the portal that granted entrance to the underworld. Unlike any other deity who went to Hades' realm, they did not need to walk through the death valleys or sail the rivers to find the god of death; it was a connection only they had as brothers.

As they walked down the long hallway that would lead the two olympian gods to Hades' throne room, the ravages of Chaos' escape were clear; whenever they looked, there were trails of bodies left in a catatonic state while others were left dismembered, demons and deities alike, they all faced Chaos' unforgiving force.

Both gods saw the tall doors of Hades' throne room open and immediately knew things were equally dangerous there as they were in Olympus and quickly walked inside the room. Hades was surrounded by the generals of the army of shadows looking down at a black mirror table showing him the status of the gates and realms within the underworld. Hades immediately felt his brother's presence and looked up to them as they walked closer; he turned to another soldier "Revise the status of the valleys,"

"Yes, God Hades." The soldier bowed his head and turned to the other armored soldiers. Hades walked up to his brothers and saw Zeus had a wound on his left cheek and the distraught expression on his face; Ares frowned "What is the level of damage?"

"Severe," Hades turned to Ares, "Chaos created black holes to trespass the gates along the galaxy, but, clearly, he is expanding like the demonic void he is." He sighed, "The rivers are still intact, Charon is taking care of it—Lethe and Mnemosyne put a seal to prevent corrupted souls merge with others and violate the laws of their sentences but, there is still much to be done."

"What is the status of Thanatos?"

"I called upon the army of shadows to stay at the rim but the leak is grave."

"I need to cross, grant me a portal, Hades." Both Zeus and Hades turned to Ares, "What?" The lord of thunder shook his head "To Thanatos?"

"Tartarus, to be exact."

"What?!" Hades widened his eyes, "Tartarus is under Chaos' influence, Ares! If I open a portal to Thanatos there is still a long way to go until you reach the gates of Tartarus and it will weaken the force I am trying to build to contain the damage. It is suicidal!"

"I will manage,"

"Why, Ares?" Zeus shook his head, "Chaos is free and he is about to murder everything!"

"Chaos is free, yes, but Endymion is still there and I need to bring him back." Ares took a deep breath full of uncertainty and hope, "He needs to come back,"

"Are you out of your mind!?" Hades growled with both panic and anger, completely stepping away from his usual calculating and stoic personality "After all that has happened, you still want to protect that demon?! Have you not seen what he was able to do!? This is what I was trying to avoid but you had to step in and awaken him!"

"This happened because you got comfortable in your position! Because you wanted to take over something it is out of your damn control!" Ares frowned, "This is what happens when ambition takes over purpose! I warned you this could happen Hades, I warned you this was going to slip through your fingers! The Andromedian has been possessed by Chaos for centuries and up to this very moment he has been a vessel of energy to feed him until he is in full control. Chaos was never fully contained, Hades, you know this well." His gray eyes darkened, "The Terran Prince may have been the key to free Chaos but he is also the one that can take him down."

"Are you listening to yourself?!" Hades roared, "He is a demon! That whole dynasty is a damn cu—"

"Hades," Zeus interrupted, "The responsibility falls on all of us, not just you." He said uncharacteristically quiet, "We have a much bigger problem in our hands."

"Brother, how can you even consider what Ares is saying? After everything he has done!? After defying our laws?!"

"Our laws are worthless right now, Hades. With Chaos roaming free, they are just dust in the wind—inexistent." Zeus exhaled heavily, "Ares is the God of War, and he needs the army complete so we can rise against Chaos."

Hades clenched his jaw with frustration. In all his life, he has always had a silent admiration for his older brother and since the very moment he came forward and spoke to him about the plans of freeing themselves from the ravages of the ancients he swore his loyalty to him until the end of time. There was nothing he would not do for Zeus, he never wanted his place as god of gods, he just wanted to be his equal in his own way, Ares had done it, and he was the youngest. From a very young age, Ares grew the character necessary to build a reputation and catch Helios and Chronos' attention to consider him a valuable ally in the army forces; he became Zeus right hand in battle and later on, the God of War. Hades felt left aside, for many years he thought he was slowly being replaced and with being the lord of the death, despite his grand power, his ways of fighting have never been the same as Ares and that had harbored a core of bitterness. Hades wanted to become his own kind and be a valuable god in his own right, not just because he was given the realm of the fallen and with the imprisonment of Helios' corrupted dynasty, he truly believed that was going to grant him another status among the high gods.

"Brother..." He muttered, still caught in disbelief, "Why—"

"Chaos is slowly regaining his strength and power back. He is relying on his strategic abilities for now, but not even then I was a match to fight a battle against him and win. He is still under the influence of Tartarus and somehow managed to capture many Olympian deities to feed from their energy—he has Hera under his control, Hades." Zeus frowned, "I kneeled before him for mercy so he would not hurt her and in exchange, a deity lost its head. I have been exposed and all that is left is my reliance on you, my two brothers."

Hades frowned, "Even if I could manage to create a portal, Thanatos is destroyed and Tartarus has become a massive black hole—if there was no control on what happens there before, now it is worse. There is no way to get in and no way to get out—everything is completely destroyed, the hybrid included." He turned to Ares, "The Army of Shadows has decreased in number, according to Agamemnon, but it is still considerable. They are at your disposal, use them as you see convenient."

"I sent the signal, Aegeus is informed—the Celestial Army is gathered and already taking a stance around Olympus to contain the damage as much as possible but Chaos is growing in both strength and abilities." Ares turned to Zeus, "We need to move fast,"

"Meaning?" Hades narrowed his grey eyes, Ares turned to his older brother "Under extreme circumstances, extreme measures must be taken."

"Ares..." Hades frowned, "What are you going to do?"

"This a battle that concerns us all—your daughter included." Ares looked at his brother and turned to Zeus, "Yours too."

"The Sailor Senshi?" Hades frowned with concern, Ares nodded, "But also, I need some coordinates only Pluto, as the Guardian of Time and Space can give me."

O—o—o—o—O

The echoing sound on the empty hallways followed Chaos as he stepped in the middle of the large auditorium where the gods had their alliance meetings and also served as a courtroom to sentence those who have faulted their laws. The moment he had decided to go against the gods was vivid in Chaos mind like if it just happened. The moment he knew he was another kind, one that had been chained for far too long, one surrounded by magnificent enigma and power. He quietly walked around the empty auditorium letting many flashes play in his mind while remembering the many times he went there as both, god and culprit.

As he walked past what once was his rightful seat, the one that gave him his place among gods, he narrowed his amber eyes in thought.

-O-

"Aperi oculos tuos coram ... Sero est, hoc est quod contendit, obtinuit."

(Open your eyes... before it is too late, this is not what we fought for.)

"Et abierunt infirma," (You have gone weak,) Chaos looked down at his onyx spear-blade dripping blood on both ends and shook his head, "Nihil umquam est adeo manifesta ante oculos meos," (Nothing has never been so clear before my eyes,) he frowned, "Est quod agam, et dignus satis, ut mihi turn omnia circum. Aperti sunt oculi mei: habeo, quæ manifesta sunt, et repraesentare, quod non oportet, neque colatis eos, et non liget se cum opus est imago tua, et non opus ad pascere quis est meus sed modo sibi cupiebat."

(There is nothing worthy enough to make me reconsider and turn things around. My eyes are open, I have clear what you are and what you represent—I do not need to serve them and I do not need to remain attached to your image, I do not need to feed anyone's interests but only mine.)

"Tu Polemarchos, Chaos, et loquebatur de proditae sunt proprio genere." Helios looked around at the massacre around them, "Proditae sunt vos proprio familia,"

(You are a Polemarchos, Chaos, and you are speaking of betraying your own kind. You are betraying your own family.)

"In genere meo?" (My kind?) Chaos narrowed his golden eyes, "Mea familia?" (My family?) He arched his brow, "Non genus speciem et non familia—est nisi esse."

(I do not have a kind and I do not have a family—they are nothing but weaklings.)

"Nos participes eiusdem sanguinis," (Yet we share the same blood,"

"Numquid hoc cogitavit de stirpe vestra ad ea quae tibi cura Avus? Qui fieri servi benigna carcerem? Esse potest demississime et subiectissime infirma?" Chaos frowned "Nos sumus Titanos! Proficisceretur ne ad alios spectant deorsum, et erudivit me, facis successores post te: qui fecit me: Ego sum,"

(Is this what you had planned for your descendants, eh, Grandfather? To become servants to those who imprisoned our kind? To be submissive and weak? - We are Titans! We do not look down at others, you trained me to be your successor—you made me who I am,)

The almighty titan god of the Sun, Helios, stood tall in front of Chaos with his golden spear-blade in one hand, he was wearing a dark armor with a deep golden sheen and golden detailing in its shoulder blades, belt, and long black cape. His pitch-black hair was shoulder length and was pulled back with his characteristic gold sun halo headpiece. His prismatic eyes showed the majestic power flowing within him changing in all the spectrum of pure gold as he looked at his grandson with deception, "Et tibi defuit. Quidem culpa in me liberius tibi dedi tibi nimium confidere monstro meus nunc vide quid feceris."

(And you failed. It is true, the fault is on me, I gave you too much freedom, I gave you too much trust, my prodigy, and now, look what you have done.)

"Accipio et jure tuo dederis mihi ipsi allide accipio te in superbiam," Chaos wiped the blood off his sleek blade and walked toward Helios, "Inter Terra. Quod planetae creata iustus pro Delectationis meum,"

(I am taking what you have given away and it is rightfully mine, I am taking the pride you let them stomp upon, including Terra. That planet was created just for my amusement,)

"Quod planetae non ardet cum vita et voluntate Immunem meditor tinguere crimen ueneni,"

(That planet pulses with life and you are not to taint innocence with poisoned intentions.)

"Et creavit eam pertinet eo quod vi intus mihi est, quod cristallus ardet sua industria mea,)

(I created it! The force within it belongs to me, the crystal that pulses its energy is mine,)

"Non, Chaos," Helios shook his head, "Vos, quod facit explosione sese unda reductos, et tumultus quidem galaxia, qui creavit plures ob id sororem duxit in nativitatis tuae. Quod planetae, quia est vivere, quia tua sorore nostra potestate."

(You caused the explosion that created many ripples and disturbances in the galaxy that as a result, led to the birth of your sister. That planet is alive because of our power—because of your sister.)

"Inanis autem Titan ego sum et creationem intercedit; cristallus aureum, quod pertinet ad me ego sum verus successor ejus non Gaia."

(I am the Titan of Void and Creation; the golden crystal belongs to me—I am its true successor, not Gaia.)

"Vos autem fornicata es cum innocentes animo tuo commodo. Creaturae? No. Solum res quae creata est abyssus dementiae. Non entis autem praedecessor noster in sacris dignum lapis."

(You have played with innocent minds to your own convenience. Creation? No. The only thing you have created is an abyss of dementia. You are not worthy of being a predecessor of the sacred stone.)

"Est soror tua, quam habes in potestate vestra magis auto-anno disciplina, magis quam illa est paratus ut praeter fatum atque permittere ut cursum suum."

(Your sister has proven more self-control than you have in all your years of training, she is more than prepared to take over and allow fate take its course.)

"Nos sicut instrumenta ad te in animam viventem arma illos habere nos semper—Gaia non sin exceptio. Quia non solum spiritus qui in vita non sit magma lapis non potest accipere locum meam, fortis est, ut qui non fatebitur, sed non potest accipere medium quod est successorem sibi destinasse." Chaos frowned, "Scio quæ facturus sis ad eam, sed monent vos es non iens ut solve quod effera dido sanguineam a me in telum contra avus. Obstabat quin et corrigi continentia nolentes iniuriam fecisti dignitate honor. Ego eam accipere id quod legitime meum est, si ad se interficere, etiamsi occidas me ad vos," he raised his sword and summoned his power and let a dense fog of madness surround them.

(We are just tools to you, living weapons for them, we always have—Gaia is no exception. Just because she breathed life into that magma stone does not mean she can take my place, she is strong, that I will admit but that does not mean she can take over and be the successor - I know what you are going to do to her, but I warn you, you are not going to solve anything by turning her into a weapon against me. That will not stop me from taking control and reverse the damage you have caused to our dignity and honor. I will take what it is rightfully mine, even if I have to kill her—even if I have to kill you too.)

Helios immediately raised his hand and created a fire wall and closed his eyes, "Hoc est, ultimum videamus nos invicem est, praecedente prodigio mea." (This is the last we will see of each other, my prodigy.)

The titan of the Sun dig his golden spear into the ground to create a circle of magma around Chaos, making him chuckle with cynicism, "Est quia omnes, ex forti Titaniaque Astra Sol? Tandem perdidit vires tibi omnia potes me iam non pugnare?"

(Is that all, mighty Titan of the Sun? Have you finally lost all your strength you cannot even fight me anymore?)

Helios shook his head, "Unum prohibere ad vos, ego sum." (I am not the one to stop you.)

Chaos arched his brow and turned to Ares, who was already there with the army of Polemarchos, Gaia included; Helios turned to Ares and gave a nod the god of war seemed to understand his command turned to walk away. Helios stopped and turned his head slightly over his shoulder but did not make eye contact with his grandson,"Diversae sortis vasque introducam vos in tempore successit meus devorabit vos."

And with those final words, Helios vanished from Chaos' sight forever.

-O-

Not long after that incident, the trust between titans and olympians began to strain and to prevent more damage and distrust, Helios secretly delegated his duties and final instructions to Ares and asked him to take Gaia under his wing to excel in her studies and training against Nut's wishes. Helios knew that after that moment, Chaos had chosen another path and that it was no longer in his hands to stop him. The fact itself strained the relationship he had with his daughter, Nut, but he knew from the very beginning that there was going to be strings of corruption permeating up to that point in their lives and that it was going to continue until his next successor came to the light. Helios had been protector of the golden crystal for lifetimes, more than any other of his generation and descendance had but his time of service was coming to its end and he had to return to its source, not because he was weak, but because he had fulfilled his mission to guard it and evolve it into something stronger where it no longer responded to him to its full capacity. He knew there was going to be a light where the crystal would attach itself and shine like it was meant to be but only time and fate would determine when it was going to happen. In the meantime, he knew he could trust in his beautiful granddaughter, Gaia, who unlike Chaos, had a caring and protective nature besides unbreakable spirit and strength. While he taught her how to use the energy from the golden stone and granted her access to use it, he was well aware that she was not one with the crystal, which is why he thought the best way for her to protect it was to have it close to her heart and hid it inside the golden pendant he personally crafted for her.

Helios was the only deity Chronos blindly trusted with the strings of fate, the only one that could get answers if he ever asked and as a man dedicated to his family, despite sometimes being too strict and distant, he knew Gaia was not strong enough to contain her brother's thirst for vengeance and possession. Helios left the divine realm with many answered questions behind him, questions only Chronos could answer but never opened his mouth to speak, and with that, another war followed, this time led by Chaos, and the rest is now history—until now.

Chaos stood in the middle of the auditorium and looked up at the glass dome ceiling showcasing the thousands of stars hanging in the dark sky as he thought about the last time he heard from his grandfather. He walked toward Helios' golden chair and took a seat. His amber eyes narrowed and threw his blade to one of the walls startling his uninvited guest, "Ego autem non est insidiatus est, Eris."

(I am not one to be lurking at, Eris.)

"My, my... so, it really is you."

Eris walked into view wearing a dark violet gown and tilted her head with marvel at the sight of the titan of dementia. Chaos looked at her nonchalantly but remained silent, allowing the dark goddess to continue, "When Hades commanded us to seal the gates of the Underworld, I sensed there was more to it. I see... so the devil has finally come out to play," she stood at a good distance from the dark warrior, but at his lack of response, Eris chuckled with confidence, "Ah... still the silent type, you have yet not changed."

Chaos closed his eyes, really not falling for her playful taunts; making Eris feel a little bit uneasy and annoyed, "No greetings for old friends?"

"Your language is repugnant and boorish," Chaos muttered in an elegant yet chilling tone, "Your approach to me, an abhorrence, just like Metallia, so unpolished and unrefined."

"Yet, she was your beloved,"

Chaos arched his brow, "Beloved? Please, the word itself is a stupidity,"

"It is not a secret she followed your every move." Eris walked into the large auditorium with clever caution, "There was nothing she would not have done for you. You were her motivation, she tried to free you because you promised her a life together—a future."

"Metallia had no sense of orientation, no sense of logic, as one would expect from shadows." Chaos leaned back in Helios' golden throne and crossed his arms with the same characteristic elegance that followed all of his descendants, "How the mind can make you see things that are not there—that shadow was worth playing with for as long as it was needed, but I was not going to invest my time to move her out of the way so I left her to be an amusement to Olympians, and in her own stupidity, she believed she had some level of worth."

"She was responsible for the Moon Kingdoms' fall, after all."

"You truly give too much credit to your worthless kind. Who do you think gave her the clarity to do all that?"

Eris felt a chill down her spine, "You knew Metallia was blinded..." she crossed her arms with a confident smirk, "I do not blame her, you are still as hauntingly beautiful as ever,"

"What do you want, Discord?"

"My, my... you should not talk to those who can help you with so much disinterest and arrogance,"

Chaos opened his amber eyes and looked at her without any sort of emotion, "Do not waste my time, Discord."

"I am here to offer you my valuable services," Eris flashed him a sensual smile. Chaos sighed with boredom, "Sicut semper, et primitiva,"

"You and your inaudible dialect," Eris frowned, "What is that supposed to mean?"

"What makes you think I am interested in whatever trick you can do?"

"I can be useful to you and help you take down Ares like you always have wanted." Eris narrowed her violet eyes, "Do not diminish my power,"

"Power?" Chaos cocked one brow, "You are the Goddess of Discord, you like to make everyone argue and angry, so? I can do that just by snapping my fingers." The dark lord pushed himself off the golden throne and walked down the stairs, toward Eris, "If it is to settle your ongoing and rather predictable dispute with Ares, go pretend you are someone of importance somewhere else."

"Says the Titan that was imprisoned for thousands of years..." Eris widened her eyes when she suddenly lost sight of the dark warrior and felt her blood run cold in her veins when he felt his cold hand on her neck as he pushed her back to the wall next to his blade with unforgiving force, "You bore me, and when I get bored, do you know what I do?"

Eris swallowed and shook her head slowly when she started feeling a sense of dread and loss echoing in her mind as she looked deeper into Chaos' hauntingly beautiful eyes of amber turn crystal gold, proving the extent of his magnetic power over her. The goddess of discord started shivering without control; unable to move away, she slowly started to succumb to the painful feeling of her mind being abused and manipulated. He didn't need to touch her to make her feel pain and distress, just his presence was more than enough. Her eyes widened when without control when many images and scenes of her existence started to come out of the deepest parts of her mind overflowing her with panic and fright; her skin crawled, the tips of her fingers tingled with pain. This was pure dread, void—this was the power of dementia.

"Discord..." Chaos tilted his head as he kept digging inside her mind, "I never understood your existence. There is nothing of value inside of you. You are nothing but a lowbred shadow."

Eris widened her glossy eyes, she could feel him inside of her rummaging into the very depths of her psyche, scarring her spirit and feeding himself from her fear; every thought, every idea—everything—was under his microscope.

Chaos narrowed his eyes, "Ares and I go back in time, long before you were even thought to be considered to be a goddess, clearly, we are not the same and I do not care for you. I do not need you. You have nothing of worth I could use, not even your mind, that is how low you are. You are not even an Olympian... you are a shadow from the Underworld that crawled its way out, a rebel soul Ares imprisoned there after one of the many wars I fought and won by his side—he kept you pulling out of your hole just to appease his solitude. There is a certain appeal to the eye, I see it, faintly, but, other than that... there is nothing. You are a vacant vessel without any appeal to be used." He let go of her neck and pulled his blade from the marble wall, "What can a harpy like you can possibly give me that I do not know or have not done millions of years ago?" Chaos looked at Eris as she started to felt like air was running out of her lungs and started to choke, "Ah, I see... you believe you are stronger than Asteria because you are here instead of her..." he narrowed his amber colored eyes and released the power he had over her and saw her fall to her knees, gasping for air.

"Do not mistake things, Discord." Chaos put his sword back in its scabbard resting at his hip and looked down at her with disinterest, "Asteria was a breed somewhat close to a titan while you barely earned a title as a deity, but even so, while she was indeed annihilated, she was a good source of valuable energy." He arched a brow, "You, on the other hand, are just a cheap copy of an Olympian and that itself is appalling. It is not worth my attention."

Eris rubbed her neck where Chaos' fingers left a mark on her alabaster skin and shook her head, "I have no interest in my nature—I am much more than just a title,"

Chaos let out a tired sigh, one that proved he was more bored than interested in whatever the goddess had to say but he had to give credit to the woman's desperation and that being the embodiment of discord was good enough for him to consider if he needed to cause any distractions. The woman on the floor was not even close to matching Asteria's strength or power, not even the andromedian, who went even lower in status and skill, but Eris could serve to stir the waters and be put to use for much darker reasons.

Chaos walked past her without granting her another glance, "Why not go lurk somewhere else than try to gain my interest? Go, be your boring and predictable self, entertain Ares..." He waved his hand to open the large doors for him and started walking away, "And while you are at it, get rid of your spawn."

The Divinity series is rated M. Violence, gore, cursing, and intimacy may occur.

I do not own Sailor Moon, just this plot and some of the characters.

A/N: Thank you for so much support and reviews. They so much help with my inspiration and to keep delivering more chapters at a steady pace. I am glad you are enjoying the story as much as I have enjoyed writing it. Thank you.

P.s. Next chapter may take a little longer to come out because I am currently dealing with some issues but fear not, it will come. I am ahead of where you are currently reading so, the chapter is already written and ready to go, but I just need a little time to figure some things out and find a place and time to put it up. Just give me a little extra time.

*Additional notes:

*Erebus: Deity of darkness

*Proteus: A shape-shifting, prophetic old sea god, and the herdsman of Poseidon's seals.