I promised this is a real update

Things are gonna start picking up heat!

Thank you Yamora you are an absolute peach!

Alic

He could do nothing to stop his brother trapped in his own mind. How could he be so foolish? He should have left the second he saw the cloaked figure kneeling before that idiot. And now he was powerless. Whatever façade put on him banished him to the recesses of his subconscious, laughing when Alic became bold enough to fight back. There was never a time of weakness with this spell. Not one he had the off chance to witness. Alic bided his time. He collected as much intel on their plans as the shadow being let him. There were days he could not remember what it was he had learned, but it always came to the forefront of his unsteady brain. They would need him in his correct state of thinking for the final phase of their plan. He saw the chance to tell his Mother. To warn her of the immediate danger she would surely put herself in.

But what good would it do with a woman who was bull headed? She would jump in and get killed just to save him. But just him at this point.

Anaru was far beyond saving. The youngest son was far gone in his internal sanity. The boy had willingly given his father information just to spite their Mother. What Anaru failed to comprehend was that Ranginui no longer wanted his Mother as a lover. He wanted the parent of three dead. He wanted everything out of his way just to have his Mother. If that meant getting rid of his own son, he'd do it. As long as it meant killing her would be the swiftest of justices.

He witnessed the Maori King's snap. From infatuation to obsession and then to total lunacy. It was when his mother kissed the human was when he was seeing he had truly lost her. A ruined Underworld was a testament to how anguished the God felt. The souls hid during his awakening. It was the most brilliant sight Hades' had bared spectator to.

Anaru never once cared. He looked most delighted when his Father told him to ravage souls as to the ones in his Mother's Nether were not enough to absorb. Anaru gleefully went out on to Earth to bring humans back to a slaughterhouse. Anaru fed off the praise he received rather than souls leaving each single soul for his new master. Ranginui manipulated his younger brother with as much praise as any little boy could ever long for from his father. Anaru was doomed from the very start.

The Maori God swept with a grace of a thousand swans in the room Alic hid in. It was the room his Mother unfrequented full of scrolls and documents. They all lay around dusty, having been unused since his Ezraeil stopped trying to learn another language ten years ago. But it was dark, and the only place one could go to be less annoyed

"Boy. Come here."

Alic steeled his spirit not wanting to give in.

'Give up boy, it's simpler to listen to the boss.'

'I refuse.'

'So determined. I shall fix that.'

"Yes, Lord?"

"I need of you to go away now, Gallû, you have served your purpose. I require the boy awake."

"Are you sure? He may run."

"Implant in him what I need him to say. Wipe all else."

"That is a can do, Boss."

"Leave him at his mother's feet. That should have her crawling with shame and fury."

The yellow glint in his dark eyes was the last thing Hades' caught a glimpse of.

Anaru

This was it. The final piece to his father's redemption; his right arm. Anaru had done a very impressive job collecting his appendages, his father told him so. He was such a good boy. And no longer the pest his mother was so use to. He didn't even have to give up killing. That might've been the best part. Although, it was hard collecting the body parts, Zeus' whatever's had made a delicious fight for his father's leg. They also made beautiful sacrifices to said man. Slowly, Anaru had nabbed them, rebuilding his liege. His most crowning achievement, as he would say.

He sat by his Father at his Mother's large desk, watching the man absorb ambiances of the dead. He had his eyes closed for nearly an hour, and Anaru was getting quite restless. He wanted orders now and the ones that involve fatality. His leg bounced in anticipation.

"You move much too often." Ranginui smiled, putting a hand on tousled hair. "Do you require something?"

"When can I go kill? I am so bored!"

His Father chuckled while bringing his had to his sons face. Although they were blood, he looked so much like his maternal parent. That angered the God. Why were her jeans so much stronger? And where had this black mop of locks come from? And the scarlet orbs were not of either lineage. This could not be his child and yet he knew better than assume he was another's. The more he gazed the more he thought of Poseidon. The Greek Sea God had red eyes and black hair. Maybe...

Impossible. Maori ran through those veins.

"No more killing, dear son. I have a special mission for you."

His tanned boyish features lit as he bounced about. "Tell me! I want to help!"

A single nail traced that cheek, but due to the fidgeting kid, a small cut was made. Red eyes stared in shock as he felt the warmth of his own lifeblood roll down to his chin. His father had hurt him. Not even his Mother had done that. Threaten, yes, but cause harm to his body? No, even he knew she loved him much too much to do such a thing.

"Father?"

"Forgiveness, my boy. But you move like a hunted animal. I did not wish to do this." Ranginui's thumb went to wipe the blood before an idea struck him. "But, casualties of war shall be made. This will help with my plan."

"Wh-what plan?" Anaru chocked on fear.

"I need you to do me a great favor and forget I ever existed."

"I-I do not un-understand?"

"You shall in time. You shall in time."

Anaru fell in a heap to the cold concrete, infuriating crimson irises falling closed with his body.

"You shall in time, dear boy."

Ereshkigal

This was a complete waste of all their time. They could have killed Ranginui a million times over in this period. What did they even need an attack plan for? The first strategic approach all those years ago went so well they lost seven Gods. Her plan seemed much better. Surprise the power starved God while he was missing his right arm. He was weakest now; any more 'planning' and they would miss their chance. These foolish God's and their foolish arguments.

Out of concern, she had to send her dear Sasuke away. But like the stubborn boy would leave without telling her about herself. Ereshkigal had half a mind to send her son with him. Yet the other stubborn one was adamant with his position next to her. He put up more of a fuss than her human.

"Ambush him. That's our only means of victory." Zeus sighed for the nth time just as annoyed as her.

"He'll feel our combined divinity a mile away. He will surely have a counter for that." Poseidon dryly spelt out.

"Rush him then." Hera jousted.

"And loose more of our son's and daughters?" Baas rarely showed off seriousness. They could all sense his depression of his disciples.

"He is right. We douth have a true proposal here." God slammed her fist against a wall, cracking the paint there.

"Do try and reserve that anger? My home cannot put up with you and Lady Hothead over there." Poseidon looked pointedly at Ereshkigal.

"I have apologized for the table." She muttered back, pouting.

When Sasuke had refused to leave, she had, out of adrenalin, broke apart the glass of his coffee table.

"You are all so stupid." Thor shouted. "We don't have a damn thing to show for yer squabbling."

"Refrain, Thor." Odin put a hand to his shoulder in hopes to save the Greek God's house.

"I conquer," Ereshkigal frowned. "You all have sacrificed considerably for my insolence. I request you do not impede any longer for my injustices."

Ezraeil held her hand tightly. He didn't need to understand the words to know what she was hinting for.

"And let you go unaided?" Hera barked, maneuvering into the Goddess' face. "Like he'll. We may not share the same ancestry but you are Zeus' sister, therefore mine as well. You are not doing shit alone."

"Such vulgarity, not needed, dear." Zeus muttered with affection. "But she is right. You, Poseidon and I are connected but something more than blood. I refuse to leave you now because an obsession had gone awry."

Ereshkigal smiled. "I thank all of you, but..." She turned to her son. He had nothing but love and adoration in those violet eyes. And she held nothing but the same bold declaration he lent her.

"Tsk, tsk. Starting the party without me. And here I though I was the guest of honor."

"Not now." Ereshkigal whined.

"Yes now, Ereshkigal, or would you prefer Sakura? I do believe that is what those humans call you."

"Ereshkigal move away." Zeus warned with a growl.

Ranginui stood in a flickering light, smirk on his face.

"No need, certainly you lot are not idiotic enough to believe this is really me."

"Of course not. Why show your lily-livered face to a room full of Gods." Satan scoffed.

"Hm. Very true. I'm a coward. But for good reasons. I have brought something to you all."

The two boys Ereshkigal had fought for lay lifeless next to the Maori God. Ereshkigal was glued to her spot, transfixed on her sons.

"I return them unharmed, for the most part. Anaru is a little more... rambunctious. I must go. I have many matters to attend to. Good bye, my Love."

And he flickered away, leaving the worry stricken Mesopotamian to rush over to her children. Anaru had many cuts against his sunned skin, but not a single one on Alic. She sobbed. Her children. Yet what state would they be forced in when they wake? Did he mean to provoke her with Anaru? She saw nothing but his head on a silver platter.

Ezraeil

She had made up her mind. Ereshkigal the Mesopotamian Goddess of the Underworld, oldest living God to roam was taking down Ranginui of the Maori Skies previous lover. Even if he took her with him.

"Be good for me, Ezraeil." Ereshkigal cooed in Hebrew. "Uncle Zeus shall watch after you. Behave my child." She then embraced him, speaking into his ear once more. "You have grown into a fine God."

Ezraeil shook his head. 'No.'

"I love you. Take care of your brother and Uncle Poseidon, you know they'll be lost without me."

'No.' The boy quivered.

He couldn't let her go, not without help. She couldn't leave him with this much responsibility. And how would he ever deal with Anaru? He didn't really want to strangle the second oldest, but he might if left alone too long. And his eldest brother, what would he do without her guidance? Surely keel over. These three counted on their mother. And here she was, trying to go on a suicide mission. He needed to signal for someone's, anyone's assistance.

"Good bye, son. Tell Sasuke I shall see him in another life."

"Eima!" Came his choked sob, loud enough to rumble the foundation. "Please." His sobs became a broken whisper. "Just... come back to me."

You know what tickles my fancy? Sukima Switch. I freaking love that band. I could feel my heart do the thing when I listen to their music.

Know what else gets me giddy? The fact my significant other has not seen Naruto and everytime he likes a character they die. He's paranoid about Itachi. But I'll give him nothing.

And one last one because I stayed up till 5:30 to write.

Most of the Naruto charaters and things have Deity background. Like Mikoto and Kushina and Uchiha Eye Powers. Pretty neat huh?