Gigantomachia - Final Chapter
"Gaia, isn’t this enough?"
"Don’t interfere, Nyx."
Gaia’s voice rumbled as the primordial forces exchanged words. Their overwhelming presences began to retract as they assumed humanoid forms. The massive earthen colossus shrank into the figure of a green-haired goddess, while the dark, star-studded sky coalesced into the elegant visage of Nyx.
RUMBLE... THUD.
Nyx stood with a calm smile, arms crossed, exuding effortless composure. Opposite her, Gaia’s emerald eyes burned with fury, her maternal essence eclipsed by simmering indignation. She scanned the battlefield, her gaze piercing through Zeus, Poseidon, and me, Hades, even though I was cloaked by the Kunee.
"Why are you meddling in my affairs, Nyx?"
"Meddling? I’m merely answering the pleas of my children, trying to end this needless conflict."
Gaia’s fists trembled with restrained rage. Nyx’s intervention was tipping the scales against her; even Gaia had to recognize that defeating Olympus while contending with Nyx was futile.
"Do you know how much I’ve suffered because of them, Nyx?" Gaia snapped, gesturing toward Zeus. "I drove away that lunatic, Uranus, only for his son to imprison his siblings instead of freeing them! And now my grandchildren imprison the Titans, turning the cycle into tyranny!"
Her ire settled squarely on Zeus, who stroked his golden beard thoughtfully before responding.
"Gaia, your wisdom guided us during the Titanomachy, and for that, we are eternally grateful. Without your counsel, we might not have prevailed against Cronus."
During the Titanomachy, Gaia revealed the secrets to enlisting the Hecatoncheires and Cyclopes, tipping the scales in favor of the Olympians. Without her, victory would have been uncertain.
"Then why imprison my children?!"
"It was a necessary decision," Zeus replied, his tone resolute. "While dethroning Cronus was partly personal vengeance, containing immortal beings who resisted us was essential to maintaining balance."
"Who decided you were king?" Gaia spat, her disdain palpable.
Their argument crackled with divine energy, forcing the other gods to retreat. Even I felt a twinge of discomfort despite my protections. Gaia’s strength hadn’t waned nearly as much as we’d hoped.
"Gaia," Nyx interjected, her voice cutting through the tension. "Uranus, Cronus, and now Zeus. How long will this cycle of dissatisfaction last? If you overthrow Zeus, won’t the next ruler displease you too?"
Gaia’s expression twisted, but Nyx pressed on, her tone sharpened with annoyance.
"They’ve defeated Typhon, the Gigantes, and even Atlas—using their own power, no less. Isn’t it time to acknowledge them?"
Before Gaia could respond, a presence rippled across the battlefield. A deliberate, suffocating force descended, radiating from above.
"Look to the sky," Gaia murmured, her voice trembling. "Do you think I’m the only one dissatisfied?"
A familiar aura enveloped the battlefield—a celestial presence far more potent than Zeus’s thunderbolts. All eyes turned skyward, and there, the primordial sky god, Uranus, manifested, his silent gaze bearing down upon us. His mere existence seemed to weigh upon the world itself.
"Even Uranus..." Gaia whispered, her defiance wavering.
Zeus seized the opportunity to speak. "Gaia, Olympus does not wish to become your enemy. If you recognize our sovereignty, we will bury the past grievances and forge peace."
My brother’s diplomacy, rare as it was, carried weight. Gaia turned her gaze toward the Olympians gathered in the distance. Her expression darkened as she focused on something—or someone.
CRACK—RUMBLE!
Suddenly, a scream shattered the tense stillness.
It was Hephaestus, our nephew, being dragged into the earth by Gaia’s wrath. His crime? Assaulting Athena and attempting to force her into bearing a child—a transgression Gaia had no intention of ignoring.
"Hephaestus?"
"Well, he had it coming," I muttered.
"Guess he’ll think twice next time," Poseidon added, barely masking his disdain.
No one moved to aid Hephaestus. Even Zeus simply sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. The smith god’s punishment was swift and deserved.
With one last glare, Gaia relented. "Fine. Do as you will. But don’t expect my help when everything crumbles!"
Her form dissolved back into the earth, her presence vanishing. But her wrath lingered beneath the surface, a storm waiting to resurge.
Nyx turned to me with a knowing smile. "Hades."
"Nyx. Thank you. Without your intervention, Gaia might not have..."
"Enough flattery. You haven’t forgotten, have you?"
Her narrowed gaze sent a chill down my spine. Of course, the promise. "By day’s end, I’ll send a decree to the mortals, spreading your glory as we agreed."
"Good." She chuckled softly. "Until next time, my dear."
The night goddess disappeared into the void, leaving silence in her wake.
The battle was over. The Gigantomachia, the war between gods and giants, had finally ended. The plains of Phlegra were reduced to ruins, and the damage to the mortal world was significant, but Olympus had emerged victorious.
"We did it."
"Let’s wrap this up quickly. Demeter’s repairing the land, so we should focus on the sky."
"My trident’s chipped. I’ll need Hephaestus to—ah, never mind."
The gods regrouped, tending to their wounds and overseeing the cleanup. Heracles, bloodied but unbowed, returned from his battle with a victorious grin.
"Ares, report!" Zeus barked.
"Athena’s pursuing the last of the Gigantes. One named Adamas-something..."
The other gods were busy, but my attention was drawn to three figures running toward me.
"Hades! Are you alright? You’re covered in blood!"
"This is nothing. I’ve faced worse."
"Hades... sniff... don’t say such things!" Persephone cried.
Styx and Lethe were with her, their disheveled appearances a testament to their struggles. Despite their injuries, they fussed over me as if I were the one in danger.
The Olympians watched, exchanging murmurs and whispers.
"So, who’s his wife? Styx, Lethe, or Persephone?"
"My bet’s on Lethe. I’ll wager my best bull."
"Do you think Hades even notices?"
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I shot them a withering glare, and the chatter ceased immediately.
Styx leaned closer, smirking. "Hades, mortals are already offering sacrifices to celebrate our victory."
"Good," I replied. But her next words caught me off guard.
"They’re using the corpses of Gigantes as offerings."
"What?"