As he sat alone in his Throne Room, he could only lament his circumstance.
His Sons and Daughters are dead and dying, his Siblings much the same. And here he was, the last of his people. waiting his End.
Far had he fallen indeed.
It was inconspicuous at first, merely a god or two cutting contact with Olympus for some time, nothing truly unusual.
Then the number kept increasing, as more and more of the minor gods simply disappeared. He was in the midst of sending Diana to investigate when Prometheus arrived from his travels, bringing news of War. Those missing gods were dead, hunted down and killed in the nigh, by the servants of that Judean God who refused to join with them.
He was Furious. Outraged that such an upstart dared to attack his Kingdom. He immediately summed his subjects, both to count their losses and prevent further damage.
But he was late. Juno was killed.
Mercury reported her Temples sacked and looted, and her corpse left on display.
They Killed His Wife.
Things were finally improving between the two of them, his failings as Zeus being left behind them. For Hades sake, she was finally willing to share a bed with him again! AND THAT BASTARD KILLED HER.!
His fury at the news caused a storm that consumed Mare Nostrum, and that was when he felt it, the encroaching power upon his domain, limiting his reach, stifling his Power.
Mars was given command of their forces, gods and spirits alike armed far war. At Prometheus' prompting he ordered their priest and followers take shelter, hide and wait out the storm. It proved to be the correct course of action when the Romans, their very people turned against them, sacking and destroying the their temples and hunting down any faithful they could.
It was a blow to moral, and to their power. Orders were given and soon Olympus waged war against the Abrahamic God. It was initially confusing as to what started the conflict between their factions. Things were going well between them, their religion being granted sanctuary within their Empire, and their members were being compared with one another, what with Apollo and Jesus being seen as near identical, what with their domains over Light, Healing, and Prophecy.
To so blatantly attack them like this was unheard of, even more so the actions He took against them. It was one thing to kill a god, they would simply reform from the collective faith in them. But by targeting their temples, killing their worshippers, and erasing their history he sought their complete eradication. Truly Prometheus saved them, even if only barely. Juno was dead. She was to young an identity for her to stabilize. She would come back years from now as Hera, the Scornful wife of Zeus, not Juno, his beloved Wife. And the same would go for the rest of the Roman Deities.
Battles soon broke out across The Empire, as those Doves swarmed the sky's and rained death on their forces. Word reached him that Neptune was under similar attack, with Atlantis being under siege by the shinier dove called Raphael. That had been a month ago and it was safe to assume his Brother was dead, considering their current position.
Mars fought them head on, supported by Venus, Apollo, and Diana. Then Apollo was struck down, killed by an ambush of Multiple Seraphim, and setting his siter off into a rage, where she led her Hunters against the Flock and was killed by their superior numbers. Mars took exception to his Siblings death and retaliated by killing all the angels involved.
He was then killed by the Flame of God, who reduced his son to ashes. His paramour, so distraught over her lover's death donned her old Identity of Aphrodite Aria, A goddess of Love and War and continued leading in his stead, even managing to charm a Seraphim against their enemies though their desire over her body. She managed to push back the enemy forces for a time, aided by the number of angels that fell for her Charms. Then the Strength of God arrived and obliterated her and her army. Poor Vulcan, upon hearing of his wife's demise set off multiple Eruptions as he unleashed his creations upon the encroaching army, only for them to be overwhelmed by the sheer numbers.
Prometheus had taken charge after that, leading the defense from Olympus, setting traps and obstacles for the Hosts of Heaven. By the time the doves reached his Mountain they were diminished in number, but still far outnumbering his forces. They attempted to fly to his City, and he made them pay for their audacity.
His Storm consumed the mountain, disintegrating any who dared enter the skies of his Domain. The birds were forced to make their way up on foot, climbing the deathtrap that was Mount Olympus. Ceres managed to turn the entire mountain into a weapon against their foes, causing mass casualties. Bacchus was with her, driving the angels mad and having them slaughter each other, further stopping them. Then the two Great Seraphim arrived, and Mount Olympus was set ablaze, as the Flame of God slew his son and sister.
Proserpina was made aware of her mothers death and implored her husband to avenge her, and he attempted to do so by using one of my biggest fears. He unleashed the Gates of Hades upon his City not to take over but to defend. The souls of their past heroes came in great magnitude, including his various sons and daughters. He even received word that Prometheus was reunited with his two daughters.
The reinforcements allowed them to hold back their enemies, and even seemed to allow a path of victory over their foe. Then the gates were abruptly closed, his brothers aid ending due to an attack upon his domain by the Fiends from Hell, attacking his Palace while he was busy assisting them. They somehow managed to reach Proserpina before Pluto intervened, and now he was busy dealing with an attack on his own realm.
It was then that his opponent made themselves know, as he felt the foreign power attack his storm, seeking to disperse it. He held them off, but it was a losing battle, and every minute he held on his storm grew just that much weaker, his Lighting falling just that much slower, hitting that much less. Eventually the angels managed to reach the city where they met the remaining gods of the Roman Pantheon, each and every one ready to die.
He was stuck on his Throne, keeping his storm going else they risked the entire city be overrun within seconds, but the news Mercury reported to him was grim. Prometheus had taken charge of the defense, with Vesta and Minerva keeping him company. He was expertly holding back the invaders, keeping them from overrunning the inhabitants. Then the Seraph appeared and he heard the screams of Rage that escaped from the Titan's mouth before an entire section of the city was burned away.
That had been an hour ago, and Mercury had not returned from investigating.
He was alone now. A King of nothing. All his subjects were dead. All his family slaughtered. His people scattered. He knew that he would die. That Jupiter would fade away, and reform as his Barbaric Greek self. It was a shame. He had felt proud of how his Pantheon had grown since they changed.
Mars was respected and honored, seen no longer as a despicable cretin but a great leader. Venus similarly was revered as more than something to be lusted after. And they were good for each other in the same way Ares and Aphrodite were bad. Whereas before she enabled his worst habits, treating him as a tool now she tempered his lusts, be they for battle or her supple flesh. It was a regret that carried over from before, one of many.
Minerva was allowed to put down her sword, taking up matters of governance and peace, allowing her to grow wiser than she was before. And the greatest example was He, who grew greater than his previous self, wiser and more Just. He stopped shaming his wife, honored those who deserved it and sought to right his many wrongs. But now he would never get the chance.
As the doors to the Throne Room were destroyed, He allowed his storms to finally disperse, glancing at the ones who killed his family.
He stopped.
And stared.
And felt the tinniest of respect for the Judean God, seeing him as a man after his own heart. How else would one explain the beauty that could rival Venus herself standing before him.
A shame that she will die.
Oh, and there was some other guy covered in flames.
So as he stood from his Throne, Lighting Bolt in Hand he allowed himself one final moment of peace.
Holy Flames met Divine Lighting and a King Fell.
AN: I Keep my promises. It's 1:20 AM right So technically the next day now, and after reading all of Martian_Tech_Adept stuff I had to get this out. Imma pass out now cause I got work in a few hours. Peace