Hey hey hey, first story up in here. Just so you know I'm having formatting issues and will try to solve them, other then that enjoy I guess - or not, whatever floats your boat.


Burning Blood: The First One

Prologue:

A year had passed since the young 'god' Zeus had freed his imprisoned brothers and sisters from their fathers stomach and led them to their supposed freedom, new to the world and hungry for revenge Zeus and his siblings begun a war against the Titans and its effects could be seen across the globe.

Their respective territory, Mount Othry's and Mount Olympus, they were surrounded by shattered earth, being crushed under the weight from the great footfalls of petrifying beasts, too wild to hold one true form together for long; they waged war with giants, almost tall enough to rip the clouds from their perch in the heavens, the giants were covered head to toe in huge, muscular arms. Creatures of this scale fought tirelessly, crying out the names of those they worshipped as they fell in their masters names.

These great beasts that had scorched the earth and blackened the sky's were powerful, yet even the havoc they wrought couldn't compare to the immortals who battled intensely; the true monsters whose battles could rip the world apart.

The Gods and the Titans war left pure destruction in their wake, ethereal weapons made of raw power scraping across the earth gouged out great canyons and bottomless seas, blasts of energy ripped the life out of swathes of land, leaving it desolate and barren. As the beings in question sought each other out demanding the heads of one another their figures were awe-inspiring and horrific all at the same time.

Each side had ascended to their true form since the start of the war, what was once the young and imposing form of Zeus was now a swirling pillar of pure, unrefined, energy. Only the strongest war-beasts could hope to survive his presence alone and those who did were left wishing they hadn't - as even the strongest of them were blown around like grass in the quakes that shook the ground constantly.

However, as all of this occurred not all the divine beings were waging war, two had been left on Olympus, one out of choice - the other, not so much.

One of the two slumped over a worn wooden workbench covered in tools and lumps of clay. On the table was a creature that took a similar form as him, the same amount of limbs and the same type of face, but all the features looked different. It was a clammy grey colour that looked a little like clay, the reason for this was because it was in fact clay.

He was carving out the lifeless husk of a creature that would soon feel the cold reality of living. Nevertheless, the man carving this being had yet to notice another presence, one just as strong - if not stronger - than his... Or so this presence thought.

"Hestia, need you disturb me when I am working, what is it and speak quick" he said in a monotone and muffled tone - his voice had a hard time escaping the bushy, unkempt brown beard.

"I need not - but I wish to" came the reply of a small girl (well, small compared to the gargantuan Titan before her) in a simple browny red dress and plaited brown hair. Her childlike features were spread in a humoured but caring fashion. "Can I not talk to you?" She asked, knowing full well what his response was going to be. "You can talk to me, so long as you know I'm going to ignore you, I have nearly finished and the final touches appear to be the hardest". Hestia pulled up the chair she had taken to leaving beside his workbench and observed the tiny being, it was difficult to believe that he had carved out something so detailed and small and not destroy it - like one certain sibling who rescued her would have done. Unfortunately, no matter how interested she was in the Titans creation she could scarcely see it behind his hands that worked non-stop, instead her eyes drifted.

As her gaze moved from the tiny creature to her surroundings she continued to be impressed by how little the hulking immortal required. Nothing fine and extravagant, just a simple bed rested upon the dusty cobbles of the floor, a cracked basin sat to the side of it filled with nectar and an unfinished plate of ambrosia that teetered on the edge of his side table. The room also appeared to be bathed in sunlight as the ceiling-less room was exposed to the elements.

Finally, a plain brazier held an oddly coloured flame, it was as if gold had decide to flicker and dance like fire. Hestia couldn't help but lose herself in the flickering flames and no matter how much she had asked the Titan refused to speak about it.

Alas, her wandering gaze had not sated Hestia's boredom, she had seen all this room had to offer and felt no need to look again; instead she looked at the one thing she had tried to ignore the most.

The Titan that leant over his workbench analysing his work was unlike any other Titan she had the displeasure of meeting, solely for the fact he hadn't tried to eat and/or kill her. His scraggly hair hung down loosely in front of him, almost obscuring his dark, charcoal eyes vision. She noticed the furrowed brow that was teeming with sweat and cheeks that were shallow. His pale skin had grown use to the fires light and his thin lips pursed in concentration had yet to say otherwise.

Hestia had no appreciation for this Titan, she had to try her hardest not to hate him for what he was born as, an effort none of Hestia's siblings felt the need to make. While he certainly was no friend of hers he had yet to show a reason for her to despise him any more than the cobbles beneath her feet. Hestia felt her eyelids begin to droop, the warmth of the fire felt as if it was warming her from the inside out, she couldn't help but derive great comfort from it.

A sudden clanging noise startled Hestia. Shocked, she whirled, wondering if some divine being had snuck into the Gods stronghold. Instead she heard a whoop of joy from behind her and saw that the Titan had laid down his tools ( more like dropped judging by the noise that had startled her ) and was marvelling his finished work.

Hestia felt her gaze lower to the lifeless husk before her, it looked a lot like the Titan, it had his charcoal eyes that happened to be staring upwards; glazed with never being, the same hair and the same chin and jaw. Strong but not overbearing. Powerful looking muscles that had been literally carved out, long lean legs that were made for running. Its big arms stuck out to the side and the hands to the ends of each were left open. It's mouth hung open revealing small, pearly white teeth that had the same shape and pattern as the Titan and Hestia alike. All in all it looked like a God or Titan. Just much smaller.

"What is it?" Hestia asked in a hushed tone that still made the Titan jumped. He had seemingly forgot she was there and Hestia couldn't help but have a smug smile at his, for once, surprised face. After he had resumed his emotionless façade he got turned to speak to her but she could still see the smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

"This, is... hmm, I hadn't thought of a name to be honest, and it is best not to I feel, I have yet to finish it" he said as he continued looking over his creation. The clammy grey skin of the creature seemed almost healthy as it bathed in the golden flame of the brazier.

Suddenly the Titan moved across the small room and sunk his hand into the enchanting flame. Spinning on his heel he returned to the bench, he used a small metal tool to hold the mouth of the creature open before pouring the fire into its open mouth, with the aid of a funnel, and watched the golden flames spread throughout its body.

But still the Titan fiddled with tools and equipment, his creation looked alive but the dull gaze said otherwise. As he searched for a means to rectify this he found it in the shape of a knife and the same funnel. Placing the funnel above its mouth he held the tip of his index finger over the top and poked a tiny pinprick into his finger that relinquished only one small drop of golden ichor. Hestia watched the ichor disappear down the funnel into the creatures mouth, both Hestia and the Titan watched in total silence as the last of it disappeared into the creature.

They waited what seemed an age, both in a mutually agreed silence. As the Titan's giant shoulders slumped and the breath he had held in suspense was released in a cloud of disappointment onto the limp body of the clay model.

As the air reached its lips a shudder ran down its body. It's back curved in a sharp arc as the first of its many breaths were drawn in through pink lips and into the recently constructed lungs. As the energy pumped throughout it a sputtering cough came crashing out of its throat and escaped its mouth. The hands and legs that had hung limply lifted into the air and swung around aimlessly, unsure of what they were meant to do with the life that had been breathed into them. Its eyes were swung around so quickly Hestia feared they may fall out of their sockets as they drank in the world around them.

Its gaze was lifted upwards as the booming voice of the Titan called out to it. "Child, my first child, look upon me. You are my creation, my child, you are my blood, my hard work given physical form. I am you father, your creator, he who gave you warmth that you may cherish, he who gave you blood so that you may move and speak. I am he who gave you breath so you may breath and live." He announced proudly, Hestia marvelled at how the Titan was moulding not only this clay models appearance but its mind. "I command you child of mine, speak, run, dance whatever it is that life and I ask of you, do it!"

As the his words sunk into the figures mind she could see his mouth moving and forming noise, guttural sounds of an infant that she had heard during her imprisonment as a child, to more distinct noises; then letters until finally it uttered a single word.

"No"

Surprised, Both the Titan and Hestia stood motionless, shocked at its response, soon Hestia erupted in a fit of laughter, "Well, I guess he told you" Hestia coughed out between choking laughter. However, the Titans face told an all too different story than Hestia's face. Suddenly, his fist slammed into the workbench, dangerously close to the figure, that once again stood motionless. "You dare defy me, your creator, your Father?" The small thing seemed confused, it spoke quickly "Yes, I do not know who you are nor where I am, for that matter I don't even know who I am. I have no wish to serve you, just because you have made me doesn't mean I belong to you. Ask me something and I shall see if I will have it done." It spoke in a deep monotonous voice, it took Hestia a second to realise it was bored, and at this realisation she couldn't stop the smirk that quickly appeared on her face.

The Titan however was the opposite of happy, before finally his face calmed and he had an air of dangerous calm to him that made Hestia wary of whatever it was he was about to do. What shocked her more was when the Titan released a short snicker which quickly became a round of roaring laughter. When he had finally calmed down he wiped the small tears of joy from the corners of his eyes and his smile became a grin - he turned back to the figure. "Hmm, I think I know a fitting name for you, Daimõn... I struggled and struggled to make you, to perfect you, and what have I created? A demon that defies its MASTER!" And with that the Titan swung his hand swatting the creation away, and out of the distant window, the fall would be unimaginably long for a creature that small but at least when it hit the ground its death would be quick, Hestia sullenly thought, it isn't often you see a life spark into existence and Hestia preferred those moments to when life disappeared.

"What were you hoping to achieve by making that Prometheus?" Hestia asked cautiously, letting some of her power pool into her hands incase she needed it. However, he said "You needn't fear me Hestia... He was a prototype, something I was going to give Zeus when this war ended, creatures for him to rule over and have worship him and the rest of the gods. Alas, I must learn a lesson in humility today and start again, but this time I will not rush my creation. I guess giving it the blood of an immortal willing to betray his father wasn't such a good idea after all, don't you think Hestia?" He said, back to his usual emotionless façade and dull monotone voice, he could simulate any emotion he wanted but he seldom wanted to nowadays.

Hestia, simply squeezed the traitors shoulder and turned away from him and left the room, bolting her 'ally' in his small box of a cell that, from the inside, gave him the illusion of freedom. She wordlessly turned down the corridor and sat by the hearth, her preferred spot in the throne room her siblings had constructed; she watched the battles rage on through the flickering flames and thought of the small creature. 'He should hit the ground in a minute' as small tears stung at her eyes, she didn't like to see or even think of a creature dying and worse yet she felt as if she was already getting used it.

Miles away from the base of Mount Olympus a small creature, built like a miniature God, hit the war-torn ground with a loud thud, he had fallen through the sky like an earthbound star; cloaked in golden flames that cushioned his fall by making him land in a pool of molten rock. Daimõn, the name sped through his mind again, his name. "I like it" he uttered with a grin as a he stood; naked amongst churned ground and giant monsters too busy to notice an ant in the storm. With a slither of anger in his eyes he looked at the distant palace he came from - where his 'father' lived. The place was only a speck on the horizon, but still he spat.

Turning, he prepared to march forward toward the lush green forest in the distance before him, not knowing where to go he decided he may as well go there. The half of his body marked with the deep, disfiguring indentations of his fathers palm already moving bones, organs and skin into the right place as the cracks in his skull sealed, teeth regrew and eyes became solid again. Ribs that had been jutting out of his side moving back into place, the now powdery bones in his arm reforming to form a solid and strong center of his arm. His stare went to the pool of ichor at his feet, as his re-solidifying eyes focused the black gunk that stuck to the top of the ichor; not knowing what it meant he gave a shrug of his shoulders and turned his focus back to the forest nestled in front of the setting sun.

Suddenly, he broke out into a jog and began his journey across the no-mans land created by the beasts, starting down his path through history - paved with untold amounts of death and destruction.