The Battle of the god's
The battlefield was silent, covered in thick clouds of dust. The ground was torn apart, littered with broken weapons and scorched earth. From the shadows of the swirling dust, a lone figure emerged—Yoton, the once-mighty warrior, now bruised and bleeding. His clothes were torn, his body covered in wounds, but his eyes still burned with defiance.
Standing across from him was Hades, the King of the Underworld. A chilling smile spread across Hades' face as he saw Yoton's weakened state.
"I thought you were the Invincible Ruler," Hades mocked, his voice dripping with amusement. "So why do you bleed like a common mortal?"
Yoton wiped the blood from his lips and grinned. "Everyone bleeds, Hades. Gods, mortals, ancient beings, demons, monsters—none of us are truly invincible. But what separates the Rulers from the rest… is our Kai."
Hades frowned, his dark eyes narrowing. "And what is that?"
Yoton's smile widened. "If you want to know… you'll have to defeat me first. That is… if you can."
Hades clenched his fists, his rage boiling over. "I won't just defeat you. First, I'll make you suffer. I'll break your body, crush your spirit, and when I'm done… I'll drag your soul to Tartarus, where you'll rot for eternity!"
Yoton raised his fists, his body trembling but still ready. "Then come, Hades… let's begin Round Three."
The Meeting of the Gods
Far away, in the celestial realm known as the Starverse, the most powerful beings in existence gathered in the Angels' Domain. The grand hall was filled with golden light, its walls decorated with ancient symbols of power.
At the center of the room stood Kazima, the War Strategist, his voice echoing through the hall.
"Now that we are all here," he announced, "let us begin our plans for the Great War."
Before anyone could speak, heavy footsteps echoed through the chamber. All eyes turned as a towering figure stepped into the light—Zaki, the Sovereign of All Angels. His presence alone commanded respect, his wings shimmering like pure starlight.
"Hold on, Kazima," Zaki said, his voice calm but firm.
Kazima turned to him. "What is it, Zaki?"
Zaki folded his arms. "We should delay the war. Let the Rulers grow impatient. Let them strike first."
A loud laugh broke the silence. It was Hendi, the God of Chaos, shaking his head in disbelief. "You want to put the war on hold? Sorry, Sovereign, but that won't work."
Zaki's eyes darkened with annoyance. "And why not?"
Dai, the God of Wisdom, stepped forward. "Because we've angered Krelious, the King of the Rulers. If we make him wait too long, he won't send his Rulers first—he'll unleash his armies of gods and ancient beings. They'll weaken our forces before the real battle even begins."
Zaki smirked. "That's exactly what I want."
Hendi sighed. "True, he'll send his armies… but he won't join the fight himself. He'll stay on his throne, watching from afar until the war is over."
Zaki's grin grew wider. "That's what I'm counting on."
Kazima's eyes widened in realization. "So… you want us to attack Krelious directly, while our armies fight his forces?"
Zaki nodded. "Yes. With you, me, Dai, Kei (the King of the Forbidden Race), Hendi, and Shisi… I know we can win."
Shisi, the Goddess of Sacrifice, spoke softly. "We can win… but not without losses. Some of us… may not return."
Kazima took a deep breath, then nodded. "You're right. But I agree with Zaki. We strike Krelious at his throne."
Zaki raised his hand, his voice strong and commanding. "Then it's settled. We delay… and when the time is right… we end this war at the source."
All the gods raised their fists in unison.
"YES, SIR!"
The Cronoverse: Leviam's Kingdom
The Throne Room Confrontation
The grand halls of Leviam's castle echoed with the sound of heavy footsteps. The air was thick with tension as an uninvited intruder approached the throne room. The two guards stationed at the entrance tensed, gripping their weapons tightly.
Guard 1: "Hey! Stop! No one is allowed into the throne room of Lord Leviam without an invitation!"
Inside the throne room, Leviam sat upon his mighty throne, his expression darkening as he heard the commotion outside. His fists clenched in anger.
Liam (angrily): "You dare stand in my way, peasants?"
Guard 2 (shaking in fear): "N-no! No one is allowed in there! Stay back!"
But the intruder, Liam, was far from intimidated. His rage burned hot, and without hesitation, he grabbed both guards by their armor and hurled them with tremendous force into the throne room. The impact was so powerful that it shattered Leviam's throne into pieces, sending debris flying in all directions.
Liam stepped into the ruined throne room, his eyes scanning the destruction he had caused. His voice boomed through the hall, filled with fury.
Liam (shouting): "Leviam! Leviam! You bastard, where are you?!"
A slow, deliberate set of footsteps approached from behind. Liam turned sharply to see Leviam standing there, calm and composed, as if the chaos around them meant nothing.
Liam (coldly): "There you are, bastard." He stepped forward, his anger barely contained.
So tell me is it true that you have been going behind my back to sleep with Mila.
Leviam (calmly): "You have it all wrong, Liam. You're the one who's been going behind my back to be with Mila."
Liam's fury flared even hotter.
Liam (seething): "So it's true then. You've been having an affair with her. Now I understand why she kept rejecting me—it's all because of you, Leviam!"
Leviam remained unfazed.
Leviam: "You're wrong, Liam. Mila and I have been together long before you even laid eyes on her. The only reason she was with you was because we had some… issues. But now, we're back together. Your time as her lover is over."
Liam's heart pounded with betrayal.
Liam (voice trembling): "So you both used me? I gave her my time, my heart, my everything! And this is how she repays me?"
Leviam chuckled darkly.
Leviam: "Your 'everything'? She almost left me for you, but your bad habits—your anger, your drinking, your affairs with other races—drove her away. She came back to me, Liam. Back into my hands. And I have you to thank for that."
Liam's energy surged uncontrollably, causing the entire castle to tremble. The walls shook, and dust rained from the ceiling.
Leviam smirked.
Leviam: "If you fight me now, she'll only hate you more. So don't. And I promise you this—when she gives birth to my child, I'll give her back to you."
Liam's eyes widened in horror. He lunged forward, grabbing Leviam by his clothes.
Liam (furious): "So you're just using her as a breeding animal?! You don't love her at all!"
Leviam's calm façade finally cracked.
Leviam (shouting): "My love for her died the moment she started loving you! You—a ruler so weak, so pathetic! Of all the rulers, why did it have to be you?! I hated it! I hated her for choosing you! So I vowed to take her back and use her to bear my heir—the future king once Krelious is gone!"
Liam's grip tightened.
Liam (low and dangerous): "I don't care about your plans for the throne. But for dragging Mila into this… I will make you pay."
Leviam laughed mockingly.
Leviam: "Pay? How, Liam? I'm far stronger than you. Or do you have a death wish?"
A slow, chilling smile spread across Liam's face.
Liam: "Don't forget… I am a purebred war ruler, Leviam."
Leviam's laughter grew louder.
Leviam: "Your father was. But you? You're just a broken bastard, fighting for something that was never yours. I'm sure your father is ashamed of you, wherever he is."
The tension between them crackled like lightning. The battle lines were drawn, and the war for power—and for Mila—had only just begun.
To Be Continued…