Chapter One: The Beginning
He ran, his legs burning as if set aflame, his lungs pounding, pain pulsing throughout his frail, mortal body. His eyes were dim, the color of molten tar, black. His eyes flashed, full of sorrow, grief and utterly haunted by tragedy. Looking into those bottomless pits was like staring into the very face of Akhlys herself, Queen of Misery!
Speaking of the Misery Queen, he could hear her hounds chasing after him. His black and red hair was matted down in clumps, his nails caked with dirt. His skin, covered in horrid bruises and what-not, his clothes shredded. “Mother save me!” He cried out, his once, strong, deep voice now scratchy and hoarse. His eyes had purple bags, his skin gaunt, his figure frail and skeletal. All signs of Akhlys’ power. His mind was frantic with thought, worrying.
‘The Rebellion couldn’t fail! The Primordial Reign had to end, for not just my own sake, but for the mortals! Where was Hyperion? Wasn’t it he who would aid me in my quest to rid Akhlys from this world?!’ The being cried angrily in his mind. As if on queue, there was a shining bright light, which was accompanied by a heat, which only grew hotter and hotter until the Hounds of Misery were vaporized into nothingness.
“Greetings, brother. You look… Rhea has worried for you, Kronos.” A voice, deep, soft and rumbling, spoke aloud. The figure, now known as Kronos, hissed, black eyes darting towards the golden figure. The golden figure was tall, broad-shouldered, with a chiseled physique. Golden armor enraptured him, his crystal blue eyes shimmering, his golden locks of hair messily splayed about. His sharp jawline was almost as sharp as his sword, which was bronze, and the runes etched into it still glowing.
“Hyperion!” Kronos rasped out, snarling. Hyperion smirked, his perfect white teeth blinding Kronos. “We were supposed to take down Akhlys together!” Thunder boomed. “You left me, and what happened? I was captured! You know that I cannot stand against Ahk-The Misery Queen! None of us can stand against any of the Primordials! They are Protogenoi! Individually, each one could batter each one of us into the ground with ease, brother! Only united could we stand a chance! Do tell me that the Doom Lord was imprisoned by Iapetus, Koios and Krios?” Kronos sneered.
“Yes, Moros was successfully imprisoned.” Hyperion gloated, his eyes shimmering.
“Then why was I left to Misery alone?!” Kronos wailed, his scream throwing Hyperion backwards into a tree. “We all know why Iapetus, Koios and Krios couldn’t have done it! Mother obviously couldn’t have helped, Oceanus, Tethys and Theia couldn’t have done it, due to their… Unique, abilities. Phoebe said that help was on the way! Also, do not ever use Rhea’s name against me!”
“Someone else was to help you.”
“Nobody could’ve helped me! Our brothers were otherwise preoccupied or couldn’t due to their powers! Tethys, Theia couldn’t either due to the same reasons as Oceanus. Rhea was, and still is, if I am correct, injured from her fight with Ophion, who she managed to at least stop, alongside Mnemosyne, who also was injured! That leaves only Themis, who, as far as I know, is still locked away in Ouranos’ Kingdom! ONLY YOU COULD HAVE HELPED ME!”"
“Kronos, that is not what happened, I-”
“Save it, Hyperion. I know where your loyalties lay. You’re such a jerk, Hyperion.”
“Kronos, be quiet.” Hyperion half-whispered, half shouted.
“Don’t you tell me to be quiet!” Kronos snarled, eyes glowing golden.
“Kronos!” Hyperion hissed, an ivory finger pointed behind Kronos. Hyperion could only watch as Kronos whipped around, to be confronted with the Misery Queen herself.
“Why… Hello Kronos… Did ya miss me? Aww, you brought a friend!” A horrid voice screeched out.
“Akhlys.” Hyperion and Kronos murmured in unison. The female recoiled, her face scrunching up, as if struck by a slap.