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He got to live without it, always following him like a shadow. "Exactly." I nodded, finishing my drink. "You aren't looking at it the same way as I am, Androkles." he sighed. "And how are you looking at it?" I cocked an eyebrow. "Born of lightning, we know that part is referring to being the son of Nikos." He began his breakdown. "A destroyer emerges. That could just be speaking that you would become Ares. As God of War, he is often seen as a destroyer." He pointed out that I'm finding it hard to argue with the logic.

Still, they kept watching each other. Zeus was lord of the sky once again, but his wife also bore him three other gods: Ares, the god of war, Hephaestus, the smith-god, forger of weapons, and Eris, goddess of chaos and discord, who shrieks beside Ares in his battle chariot. The rest of Zeus's children were born out of wedlock. Three of them entered the Pantheon later.

Hermes asked as he cast his eye downwards towards the figure of the half-god called Deus. “I do. If not, why hasn’t he appeared?” Deus asked with a defiant expression on his face. Perseus sighed seeing this. Deus was the youngest. Although he was several millions of years old, he was the youngest son of Zeus for a long time – till Ray was born. His rampant nature had been suppressed by the presence of Zeus. And since his suppressor was no more, Deus had been unleashed. The thing was, Deus actually had a good heart. He was just a child so angry with his father – yet unable to unleash this anger on the one who birthed it – that he took it out on others.

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Emotions had run wild between now and then; excitement, disbelief, discontent, rage, and now a thoughtful silence pervading the four walls like a thick blanket that lulls her back to the bay of sleep’s arms. Avian dips the feathered tip into the glass bottle and carefully lowers it onto the page where she had left, just beneath the grotesque sketch of an original Lycanthrope she had attempted whilst still in the throes of energy. “… Average of ten feet tall, five hundred pounds of muscle and fur that is impervious to the war instruments of man.” The high priest stands at the front left, his cheeks like emptied udders that tremble with each breath, “tapetum lucidum…” highly sensitised night v

Lena said " you... you.... guys are bluffing. Is this just some sort of trick you guys want to play on me? If so then what gods are you? Adrian stated " I told you this date is just for the truth but if you dont believe me, I'll still tell you." He clears his throat and adjusts on his seat "I am Azarel but my earthly name is Adrian I am the demigod of Fire and chaos." Marcus speaks up "I am Neptune descendant. I am Enki the demigod of water". Athena said "I hate introductions but I'm Athena the goddess of wisdom and warfare I shouldn't even be here but I'm just looking for who would make my night pleasurable."

Still, he gave me a gentle nod before speaking. “Cronus was the youngest among the Titans, the offspring of Uranus, the Sky and Gaia, the Earth. He was the ruler of the Cosmos, and he feared the prophecy that his own son would overthrow him. So he swallowed each of his children as soon as they were born,” Adrian said. I was listening to him with fascination and startled when I heard about him swallowing his own children. How vile! “His wife Rhea managed to save her last son Zeus and hid him away on the island of Crete. Then she fed Cronus a stone wrapped in swaddling clothes,” Adrian continued.

“And now, Zeus is angry with them.” “Your parents broke laws, Uriel,” Hermes stood up, straightening his tan suit jacket. “First, they kept you hidden from all the other gods. Zeus is to be presented with each new god or goddess’ birth to put on record. You were never brought and blessed before him. Your parents also poisoned you well until you were twenty-five years old. Poisoning an adult god is prohibited. They have committed serious crimes.” Hermes came close, too close for my liking. Glaring at him in warning, he stepped away, putting his hands up.

- They said. Among the subdivisions between the Greek gods, the Egyptian gods and the Roman gods, there was the Greek god who lit up the heavens. In which Perseus is a tall, large, muscular man, the Greek god under the earth, with turquoise eyes and olive skin, with long curled hair tied behind his back, he is tall and strong, wearing a short and tight suit, with sandals, while at his side was his colleague.

Anastasios was the son of the king of Sparta, he would have been just over 17 years old, his 18th birthday was approaching. They were saying that he was sponsored by Zeus, taken as a father, in a ceremony, when his mother was going to lose him, for a little more than twenty days and twenty nights, she wept and begged the heavens that she could heal him and not let him die forever. But instead of it being only Zeus who came to his aid, so Zeus appeared accompanied by Hades, who simply said.