All across the world natural disasters were taking place, as if nature was at war with itself.
The earth was reflecting Hades's emotions as powerful earthquakes struck the continents.
The sky's raged as lightning storms formed and powerful winds rampaged creating hurricanes and tornadoes.
Poseidons domain was no better as oceans rioted causing large tsunamis, flooding multiple island and even entirely submerging smaller ones.
In Olympus Ares had grown to 300 feet tall in retaliation. Hades had reappeared behind Ares and unsheathed his Stygian Iron sword. Grabbing the war god by his neck he stabbed him through the stomach from behind.
Ares released an ear piercing scream as golden blood leaked from his wound, Ichor the blood of the gods. The mortals that felt Ares aura all the way from Olympus began to experience random spouts of anger.
I'm burst of speed Zeus vanishes, rushing to help his son, but was blocked by massive wave of water that formed from nothing. The surf was large enough to split the entire throne room in half blocking Zeus path to Hades.
The sky god turned around to confront his brother, coming face to face with a large trident inches away from his head.
The weapon was too close, and even Zeus wasn't quick enough to dodge. He summoned a powerful wind that blew the weapon of its course, receiving a minor scratch to his cheek.
"Leaving so soon brother? I've been waiting quite some time for this, fortunately that godling you call son presented a golden opportunity!" Poseidon smirked.
Hestia and Demeter remained seated, not wanting to get involved, whilst Hera rose from her throne, tired of spectating. The goddess released her strength growing to 400 feet.
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On the other side of the barrier Hades, who had a tight grip on Ares, pulled back his arm and gave a mighty swing, sending his nephew through multiple walls until flying from Olympus entirely.
Hades melted into the shadows and traveled all the way to his domain of the underworld. When he arrived he turned to face overhead roof. Raising a single clenched fist, he slowly opened his hand entirely. Responding to this movement the ceiling slowly cracked and opened up, until revealing a hole that went for miles to the surface.
Ares who had been falling from the extreme height of Olympus had recovered from his fear and disorientation. Looking down he realised that the land beneath him had formed into an underworld entrance, and began to panic.
With a wave of his hand constructs of fire the size of mountains formed at his feat and began propelling back to Olympus. Just as Ares began to laugh in celebration, shadows began to wrap the themselves around the fire, consuming the flames like a black hole. Melded into the shadows, as if a shadow himself, he could see the petrifying form of a winged Hades. Terror began to bubble in his heart.
Ares swung his large sword erratically at his uncle with all the strength he could muster, only for the weapon to phase through him every time. Slowly the shadows began to drag them to the underworld.
Hades activated the fear aspect of his helmet once again, to larger degree and watched as Ares's swings became more and more violent. "NO! NO! NO! MY FATHER WILL NOT ALLOW THIS HADES! RELEASE ME!" He screamed frantically, fear overcoming him.
Ares's mind was poisoned with the most horrifying scenarios his adolescent psyche could possibly conjure, repeated over and over again in quick flashes.
The fear had caused Ares to lose all rational thought, it no longer mattered that he was immortal. When he looked into those endless, abysmal black eyes he felt mortal, he didn't feel like an Olympian.
Hades watched with avid interest as Ares screams turned from threatening, to pleading for his life, the Helm of Darkness was truly worthy of its reputation.
Deciding his nephew had suffered enough, he took control of the shadows and suspended them in midair, "Apologise" He said nonchalantly.
His voice was calm, as if nothing had happened, but to Ares this was the voice of the devil. The god was still young and Hades was by far the most terrifying experience he's had, and nothing came close.
Ares raised his head, his eyes tired, skin pale whilst he sweated profusely, "wha-what?" His voice was rasp with exhaustion.
Hades rolled his eyes as he realised the godling was not in any state to follow orders. He shut the gate to the underworld and dropped Ares, disappearing into the shadows.
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Back on Olympus Poseidon had been quickly overpowered by the combined might of the king and queen.
When Hades arrived he wasn't shocked to see the palace mostly intact. He knew his brothers were holding back and so was he, if they were to truly enter their divine form and fight seriously, the world could very well end. No matter how much they tried to contain it, their domains would reflect their thoughts, emotions and actions. Hades wouldn't be surprised if millions of people had died with today's events. He pushed the depressing thought to the back of his mind, he had other things to deal with.
When he entered the throne room he saw a tired Poseidon, but aside from a fatigued appearance Hades could see a fire in his eyes. As gods they rarely got to fight with the amount of responsibility that came with their power. Most of time they had to act through hero's, mortals or Demigods, unable to take action themselves.
Hades amplified his voice, "Enough! If this continues the damage would be irreparable!." He thundered.
Seeing one of their brothers finally trying put a stop to this Hestia and Demeter sighed in relief and began to voice their agreements.
Hearing their siblings call for peace, they temporarily put a stop to their fight. "WHERE IS OUR SON HADES! RETURN HIM!" Hera screamed once she realised her brother had returned alone.
Hades raised a pacifying arm, "Peace sister, I have not taken Ares. I taught him a small lesson in private and released him outside. He's probably gone some where to think about his actions." He spoke of Ares as if he was a child being disciplined, much to Zeus's chagrin.
"He is my son, I will decide whether or not he must be 'taught a lesson', not you"
Hades raised an eyebrow, "If you say so brother, however all this infighting is pointless. We're immortal. It will get us nowhere".
Under the combined reasoning of Hades, Hestia, Demeter and even Poseidon, who did not wish to fight any longer, as much of the sea life in his domain had already died due to his carelessness, Zeus and Hera calmed themselves.
All the Olympians took their seats, not including Ares, as they had other versions of themselves work overtime to repair what damage they could.
After a small discussion it was clear that Zeus wanted his brothers to be punished for their transgressions, but couldn't get anybody to side with him other than Hera.
The others voiced their thoughts, that any punishment for anybody other than Ares would be unjust. So if the rulers of Olympus wanted to punish Hades and Poseidon, they would have to suffer the same.
In the end it was decided that there would be no punishing and they'd try to put this behind them.
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Hades sat in the underworld pondering on recent events. If Poseidon had not sided with him, things would have been considerably more difficult. He was strong, but he wouldn't be able to defeat, Poseidon, Zeus, Hera and Ares working together, unless he called for his spear and began killing gods.
He knew what he needed. He needed allies in the council, unfortunately there were no suitable candidates at the moment. The only deity that came to mind was Hestia, but she loved all her siblings to much to fight when the time came.
The only options he had were Olympians that weren't born yet. The first one that came to mind was Hephaestus, God of Fire, Forges, Sculpture, Metalworking, Stone Masonry, Carpenters, Metallurgy, Artisans, and Volcanoes.
In Hades's opinion he was one of the few major gods that had a valid reason to dislike, if not hate the other Olympians.
Hera had gotten pregnant with Hephaestus through her own power, which is what may have caused the god to be born deformed. When Hera saw the unsightly appearance of her son, she threw him from Mount Olympus, crippling him forever. Afterwards, she spread a false rumor that it was actually Zeus, his father, himself who hurled Hephaestus down from Olympus. Hephaestus landed in the sea, where he was found and raised by Thetis, a kind Nereid. However, Hera's act of cruelty haunted Hephaestus, and he sought revenge.
Eventually he did get revenge by managing to imprison Hera, but was then fooled by Dionysus into freeing her.
Not to mention how Aphrodite treated the poor guy. He also had a less than favourable history with Athena.
Hephaestus had managed to develop strong unrequited feelings for Athena, all the more because they had similar interests in tools and crafts respectively, as well as a penchant for solving mechanical problems.
Unfortunately for him, however, Athena, as one of the Virgin Goddesses, was incapable of romance, and never desired to marry anyone. However, a lovesick Hephaestus would not be deterred and persistently followed and flirted with the beautiful goddess, finally flinging himself at Athena, wrapping his arms around her waist, tearfully burying his face in her skirt. In the process, some of his divine sweat and tears rubbed off on Athena's bare leg where the skirt was parted, much to her irritation. She kicked Hephaestus away and snatched up a piece of cloth to wipe the godly moisture off of her, hurled the cloth off Olympus, and ran away from her persistent admirer.
Although the cloth, containing the essence of both Hephaestus and Athena, would subsequently transform into a mortal baby boy Erikthonius, a mortal child of both gods. At least something came of it.
Then there was his wife Aphrodite who cheated on him multiple times with Ares, eventually finding out that his children Eros and Harmonia weren't actually his, but Ares's.