As fifty more years unfolded, the passage of time found Hades reclining on the colossal three-headed canine, the renowned Cerberus, a majestic creature forged through his dominion over Creation. In the company of Hades and his siblings, particularly the gentle presence of Hestia, Cerberus revealed his softer side—a fluff-filled demeanor that portrayed him as a truly good boy.
As the epochs drifted by, Cerberus continued to undergo remarkable growth, his form evolving into a formidable strength capable of rivaling even the divine might of the gods themselves.
As Hades observed Demeter diligently harvesting the bounties of the earth, his two siblings toiling alongside her, Poseidon immersed himself in the art of polearm mastery, honing his combat skills with unwavering determination. The rhythmic clash of weapons echoed through the divine realm as Poseidon sought to perfect his techniques under the watchful gaze of his brothers.
Meanwhile, Hades, ever the enigmatic deity, contemplated not only the traditional realms of warfare but also delved into the unconventional. His curiosity led him to explore the modern marvels of weaponry, and in particular, the intricacies of firearms.
As a deity with a unique connection to both ancient and contemporary eras, Hades found himself drawn to these advanced instruments of destruction, blending his divine essence with the technological innovations of the mortal world.
In the midst of divine activities, Hades delved into the complexities of firearms, adapting his divine prowess to master these modern tools. The juxtaposition of ancient gods engaging in traditional pursuits alongside Hades' exploration of cutting-edge weaponry created a captivating tableau, illustrating the dynamic evolution of skills and interests among the divine siblings.
'How ironic it is, in this age, that I would be the creator of firearms.'
Hades, well-versed in the inner working of firearms through years of meticulous labor, crafted a weapon beyond the mundane. The finesse of his creation diverged from conventional firearms, for it didn't propel mere bullets but harnessed a condensed divine power.
This ethereal force, a harbinger of demise, possessed the ability to erode anything it touched with an inexorable might. The firearm, a marvel of ingenuity, blurred the lines between blade and gun, transcending physical limitations as it materialized from the very essence of conceptual design.
As the sands of time sifted through Hades' grasp, he delved deeper into the vast intricacies of the world. His insatiable quest for knowledge unveiled the staggering expanse of the mortal realm—a canvas that stretched across the cosmic tapestry at a scale so immense that, in his estimations, the entirety of the mortal world existed on a universal scale.
Within this cosmic tableau, an expanse of near-infinite lands unfolded, perpetually expanding into numbers so incomprehensible that mortal minds quivered in their attempts to grasp such boundless magnitude.
Yet, for Hades, a Deity, this cosmic intricacy became a comprehensible mosaic, a testament to his profound understanding of the universe's grand design.
He discerned that within the confines of a lower dimensional scale, the expanse of space was rendered infinite—an infinitude of realms and dimensions woven intricately together.
However, this grand tapestry remained elusive to beings of lower dimensions, their perception bound by constraints that denied them access to the limitless vistas within.
Hades, in his transcendent awareness, could navigate this labyrinthine expanse, traversing the infinite expanses that unfolded within the lower dimensional framework—a feat beyond the grasp of beings confined to such limitations.
This revelation underscored the vast chasm between the understanding of a deity like Hades and the finite comprehension of lower dimensional entities, emphasizing the stark contrast in their perceptual capacities within the cosmic symphony.
Gaia emerged as a pivotal nexus, connected to other planets that collectively constituted the expansive tapestry of the mortal world. Hades, the god of the Underworld, found himself grappling with the challenge of explaining this cosmic interplay.
To mortal minds, the linkage between these celestial bodies might seem unfathomably vast, a network of planetary connections spanning the cosmos.
However, for Hades, the scale of this cosmic choreography appeared diminutive, for he inhabited a higher dimension that transcended the limits of mortal perception.
He knows that the other planet is Gaia while the vast expanse of space was his Great grandfather, Khaos who he couldn't find the physical manifestation.
While the mortal world unfolded its cosmic drama, there existed a realm even more ineffable and infinite—the Divine World Realm, perched loftily above the scale comprehensible to mortals. Hades, despite his godly stature, found himself humbled by the sheer vastness of this otherworldly expanse.
Attempting to scale the towering heights of this divine realm proved futile even for a deity, emphasizing the inconceivable magnitude that characterized the dwelling place of Titanesses and gods. Here, the Titaness and gods, embodiments of cosmic might and divine essence, held sway over realities that transcended the grasp of lower-dimensional understanding.
As Hades found a moment of repose, an abrupt and forceful tremor disrupted the tranquility, compelling everyone to sway. In an instant, his gaze intensified, a keen awareness dawning upon him as he discerned the possible impending threat. Without hesitation, he raised his voice, urgently summoning his sibling to brace for the imminent upheaval.
Cerberus delved into the depths of his own shadow, fashioning an elaborate pocket dimension within its inky confines. In this clandestine realm, an array of countless souls lay ensconced—acquired during his extensive journeys as an astral projection. It was during these travels that he, with a discerning eye, sought out mortal beings harboring profound animosity towards the oppressive titans.
Within the folds of his shadowy sanctuary, an assembly of disparate souls coalesced, each bearing the weight of resentment and bitterness against the overarching dominance of the titans. Cerberus, through his astral endeavors, had not limited his harvest to Earth alone; his reach extended across the cosmic expanse, encompassing diverse races on myriad planets.
This meticulous curation allowed him to forge a formidable legion of soldiers, each soul imbued with an unyielding fervor and a shared disdain for the titanic oppressors that spanned not just terrestrial realms but also extraterrestrial civilizations scattered among distant stars.
While not endowed with overwhelming might, these entities could be perceived as formidable foot soldiers, yet their strength lay not in raw power but in an unparalleled quality—immortality. Bound to the eternal essence of Hades himself, they transcended the confines of mortality, destined to endure as long as the lord of the underworld existed.
In the expansive dimension ensconced within Hades' shadow, these immortal soldiers found both purpose and respite. It wasn't merely a realm for military endeavors; it was a multifaceted haven, housing an array of marvels. The dimension teemed with arcane artifacts, ancient knowledge, and enigmatic resources, all strategically placed to fortify and empower this otherworldly legion.
This shadowy haven became a nexus of both strategic planning and collective existence, where the immortal soldiers honed their skills and expanded their understanding.
As they trained and evolved within this unique pocket dimension, the essence of their immortality interwove with the very fabric of the shadow realm, creating an unbreakable bond that echoed the eternal tether between them and their enigmatic patron, Hades.
"Prepare yourselves, for the moment has come to depart this place." With an air of regality, Hades spoke, commanding attention as he adorned himself in a cloak of dark, shadowy armor, a manifestation of his divinity, anticipating the potential need for its formidable protection should conflict arise.
In contrast, the eyes of his sibling sparkled with an unmistakable excitement, a glint of anticipation that reflected the thrill of imminent adventure. The luminescence in those eyes spoke of a readiness to face challenges head-on, a testament to the undying spirit that ran in the veins of Hades' kin.
Together, clad in the symbiotic harmony of darkened armor and gleaming anticipation, they stood prepared to venture forth into the unknown, where destinies awaited to be shaped and fates to be challenged.
"Really!? We're leaving now!?"
Hestia's excitement bubbled up as she realized she had spent the longest time nestled within their father's stomach and her sister mirrored the same sense of anticipation.
"Indeed, but remain vigilant. The path forward is veiled in uncertainty, and we must be prepared for whatever lies in wait." Upon Hades' directive, a solemn hush fell over the assembly, and all present diligently heeded his words. In response to his warning, a concerted effort ensued as each individual took the necessary measures to brace themselves for the impending challenge.
"Brother, rest assured, your warning shall not be taken lightly."
Poseidon, with an air of regality and stoicism mirroring that of Hades, revealed that he had imbibed the essence of kingship, mastering the art of becoming an exemplary individual bound by unwavering principles and formidable responsibilities.
His journey of growth into a paragon of virtue had not gone unnoticed, as the eldest brother nodded with a sense of pride, acknowledging that Poseidon had evolved into a man of remarkable stature and commendable character.
"I will miss this place." Demeter, her voice tinged with sentiment, gazed fondly upon the abode that had been their sanctuary for centuries. As she spoke, waves of nostalgia swept through her.
Each room held echoes of moments both tender and formidable, a testament to the enduring bonds forged amidst the passage of countless seasons.
In the gentle embrace of reminiscence, Demeter's words carried the weight of cherished memories, encapsulating the profound journey they had collectively traversed within the timeless embrace of their enduring home.
"Worry not sister, we will make a new home and memories outside." Hera, with a reassuring demeanor, extended comfort to her older sister, creating an atmosphere that allowed a sense of ease to settle upon the gathered siblings.
As they collectively ascended through their father's throat, the harrowing experience of being expelled into the world through an involuntary regurgitation followed. At last, the siblings emerged into the sunlight. Their eyes beheld the outside world for the first time.
As they rose from their positions, a palpable tension filled the air. Hades's siblings assumed battle stances, their eyes fixed on the scene unfolding before them. In contrast, Hades himself wielded his sword gun, its gleaming edge poised for action, while his Bident hovered nearby, a silent testament to the gravity of the situation.
On the ground, Cronus, their formidable father, writhed in agony, a titan brought low. Despite Hades's extensive training and tireless efforts, a furrow formed on his brow as he sensed the overwhelming power that still emanated from Cronus, even in this weakened state. The realization set in that, perhaps, the gap between them was insurmountable, a daunting challenge that no amount of preparation could bridge.
"Fear not my brothers and sisters, he has been poisoned and would take him a while before he recovers"
From the unseen depths of the surroundings, a voice resonated, and at that very moment, a majestic figure clad in a flowing white toga leaped with grace from an imposing throne, landing before the mesmerized onlookers. His presence radiated charisma, embodied by the wisdom etched into his aged features, accentuated by a luxuriant beard and a robust, tree-like physique.
As if channeling the raw power of the heavens, bolts of lightning crackled and danced around him, casting an electrifying aura. It was then revealed that this captivating figure was none other than their youngest brother, Zeus, destined to become the illustrious God of Lightning and sky.
"I am Zeus, your youngest brother. I have come to save you the moment I heard the news of your imprisonment."
Zeus' voice reverberated with a regal and formidable strength, echoing through the divine realm in a commanding timbre. In the resounding resonance, Hades discerned the unmistakable assertion of power, recognizing Zeus as a force to be reckoned with.
Yet, even in the midst of this imposing authority, a subtle understanding crept into Hades' perception – a realization that Zeus's strength, though undeniably mighty, was to be measured in the divine hierarchy, where he stood as a formidable presence compared to mortals and lesser deities but existed in a dynamic balance, overshadowed only by the indomitable force of Poseidon.