Hades, along with his siblings, attentively observed the individual who asserted to be their youngest brother. Despite Hades possessing prior knowledge of the newcomer's identity, his siblings exercised patience, deferring to their elder brother's seasoned judgment. In moments of decision-making, the siblings habitually leaned on Hades, acknowledging his wealth of experience and leadership qualities. The weight of their collective gaze conveyed both curiosity and reliance, as they awaited Hades' discerning guidance on how to proceed.
"There are things that need to be discussed but follow me and I shall bring you to our mother who is waiting on another planet nearby." As Zeus spoke with a commanding tone, his sibling stood in patient anticipation, Zeus's eyes fixed on their older brother, waiting with bated breath for the imminent reply that would shape the course of their divine affairs.
"Alright, everyone follow our brother." Hades spoke with a resonating authority, and in response, they, the formidable siblings, initiated a swift and mesmerizing display of shapeshifting prowess, their forms seamlessly morphing in a dance of celestial essence.
Meanwhile, Zeus, bathed in the warmth of their trust, felt a surge of gratification, his heart swelling with the realization that his kin had chosen to embark on this transformative journey with him.
Zeus led the way, the beacon of their descent to the mortal realms, each celestial step echoing through the fabric of existence. Their destination became apparent as they descended upon a mundane planet, a stark contrast to the ethereal beauty of their divine abode.
The once-vibrant hues of the Divine world now gave way to the mundane tones of the mortal realm, and as the siblings alighted on the vast landscape, the weight of their presence seemed to carve an indelible mark upon the beautiful land.
With a speed that defied conventional understanding, the triumvirate descended upon the chosen planet. The transition from fluid shapeshifting to the solidity of their original forms was a testament to their mastery over the divine forces that governed their existence.
As they traversed the expanse on their journey, Hades's siblings marveled at the vastness of their chosen destination. The spectacle before them exceeded even the most vivid descriptions that Hades had shared with them. It wasn't merely a matter of size, but a realization that the enormity of their vase world unfolded in layers of complexity and grandeur that transcended the boundaries of imagination.
Hades, the insightful guide, had indeed foretold the magnificence of their chosen realm, but experiencing it firsthand was a revelation that left his siblings in awe. Each detail, from the Divine World Realm above to the rugged landscapes below, painted a portrait of a world intricately woven with divine design.
It was a moment of profound appreciation, as the siblings absorbed the sublime beauty that unfolded around them, their senses attuned to the harmonious symphony of the cosmos.
"My children…" A resonant voice echoed through the air, capturing the attention of all present. In response, Poseidon and Demeter, ever vigilant, instinctively wielded their weapons, directing their focus toward the source of the enigmatic utterance. The air became charged with tension as the divine weapons gleamed in readiness, a visual manifestation of the siblings' defensive stance.
Meanwhile, Hestia and Hera, embodiments of grace and composure, remained unflinching, attuned to a deeper connection that transcended the need for defensive postures. Their serene gazes seemed to pierce through the veil of the material realm, acknowledging a profound link to the ethereal voice that resonated within the celestial chamber.
As the ambient energy shifted, revealing the origin of the voice, a moment of recognition dawned upon the gathering. Before them stood the figure of a radiant and majestic presence—their beloved mother. Her beauty, undiminished by the passage of time, retained the same celestial glow that had captivated them during their initial encounter. The aura surrounding her seemed to weave a tapestry of divine elegance, and her gaze held the wisdom of countless ages.
The revelation of their mother's presence elicited a range of emotions, from awe to warmth, as memories of their first meeting flooded back. The reunion with the source of their divine lineage brought forth a sense of unity, a reminder of the shared heritage that bound them together. In that moment, the mortal world became a sacred space, bridging the realms of past and present, as the divine siblings stood in the presence of their mother.
Hades consistently keeps her company through a skillfully executed astral projection, morphing his form to provide her with a sense of comfort. The experience of seeing her in person, beyond the ethereal projection, is an entirely distinct and profound encounter.
The passage of years spent in the company of his mother has woven a deep emotional connection, akin to the bond he shares with his sibling. The strangeness of his life unfolds in the unexpected twists of these connections, creating a tapestry of emotions and experiences that defy conventional understanding.
As his gaze swept the surroundings, his attention was drawn to another figure, a young woman whose presence exuded a magnetic allure, lending her an air of wisdom and composed grace. Her long flowing brown hair framed features that spoke of strength and resilience, reminiscent of a seasoned warrior.
This captivating woman revealed herself to be none other than Metis, the Titaness and Goddess of Wisdom and Zeus's first wife, renowned for her sagacity and astuteness.
Acutely aware of her impending tragic fate, Hades meticulously documents strategies to avert the inevitable, driven by an earnest desire to thwart the shadows of mortality that loom over her. In his careful calculations, Hades refrains from harboring intentions to wrest her away from his brother, recognizing the innocence that presently shrouds him. Acknowledging the fallibility inherent in his theories, Hades remains humble in the face of uncertainties, acknowledging the potential for error in his premonitions.
His commitment to non-interference in his brother's affairs, untainted by any premature judgment, stands as a testament to Hades' ethical resolve. However, a resolute promise echoes within him — the solemn pledge to intervene should the threads of destiny weave a narrative that necessitates his involvement.
"Demeter, Poseidon, stand down." Hades' resonant voice reverberated through the air, its authoritative timbre commanding attention.
The two figures locked in confrontation turned their gaze toward him, compelled to lower their weapons in response to the unmistakable authority emanating from the God of the Underworld.
Amidst this tense tableau, Rhea, her countenance etched with a poignant mixture of remorse and guilt, stood with a face that seemed to bear the weight of past regrets.
Her eyes mirrored a profound sense of shame, a silent admission that, until this moment, she had been unable to change the course of events that led to the present impasse.
The helplessness etched across Rhea's features told a story of thwarted attempts and untold struggles, a narrative of battles fought within and without. It was a poignant revelation of a goddess burdened by the weight of her own limitations, grappling with the haunting echoes of decisions that couldn't rewrite the past.
"I-I am ashamed to be saying this but it's nice to finally meet you, my children."
In the hushed tension of the moment, Rhea's nerves betrayed her composure, and a nervous stutter escaped her lips, a vulnerable manifestation of the emotions swirling within her.
Hades, Zeus, and Metis, keenly observant, directed their unwavering gaze toward her, their collective attention held captive by the unfolding scene. The weight of anticipation hung in the air, a palpable energy that hinted at the gravity of the reunion about to transpire.
As Rhea tentatively navigated her words, a profound silence enveloped the room, punctuated only by the echoes of her uneasy cadence.
In this charged atmosphere, Hestia and Hera, bound by the filial ties that had endured eons, seized the moment without hesitation.
In an exuberant rush, they closed the distance, their arms enveloping their mother in a long-overdue embrace that spoke volumes of the longing etched into the very fabric of their immortal existence.
Hestia and Hera, hungry for the warmth of maternal presence, found solace in the embrace, unraveling stories untold and relishing the sacred moments that had until now only existed in the echoes of their mother's recollections.
The air, once filled with tense anticipation, now resonated with the harmonious chords of a familial embrace, bridging the chasm between longing and fulfillment in a tableau that echoed through the timeless corridors of divine kinship.
"There is nothing to be ashamed of, Mother." In a tender moment, Hestia reassured her mother, who found herself taken aback by the warm embrace they received, emphasizing the genuine openness that greeted them, devoid of any hint of resentment.
"It is our father at fault and not you, mother. If anything, you are a victim like us." Hera embraced their mother tightly, feeling the emotional surge as tears welled up in her eyes, while Demeter and Poseidon approached to share in the heartfelt moment.
Their mother, overwhelmed with emotion, cried tears of joy, and as she embraced them, she bestowed upon them the divine power inherent in her role as a mother. The boundless love that enveloped them became a source of strength, a profound blessing that enriched their very essence.
In due course, Rhea turned her attention to her eldest, who met her gaze with a gentle smile, catching her by surprise. Amazement filled her eyes as she observed the remarkable growth of all her children, but it was the joyous sight of her eldest that brought an even greater delight to her heart.
"My boy…." Her words carried a deeper weight of regret, each syllable echoing with the vivid recollection of the moments she tried in vain to save him, her efforts rendered powerless against her husband's influence.
As a poignant scene unfolded, Hades approached her, tenderly taking her hand to his cheek, and unexpectedly began to sing the very lullaby she once sang to him. The haunting melody caught Rhea off guard, unraveling a mixture of surprise and emotion within her.
"You….you remember." Joy radiated through Rhea, her heart lifting with happiness, and in response to her elation, Hades nodded, acknowledging and appreciating her emotional response.
"I've always been with you mother. The truth is I was the one raven that kept you company. The one you named after me." Hades' words struck Rhea with a profound shock, causing a core realization that unveiled the reason behind her deep connection to the astral form of the raven that frequently visited her. Understanding dawned upon her, linking the mysterious bond with a clarity that resonated within.
"I'm sorry for not telling you sooner…." Rhea shook her head in response.
"There is nothing to apologize for. I believed you had reason not to. But what's important is you are now with me and I couldn't be happier."
A warm smile graced Rhea's face, and Hades mirrored the expression, influenced by the divine aura surrounding her. He embraced the connection, accepting it without resistance. As Rhea spent time with her daughters, Hades, Poseidon, Zeus, and Metis convened to discuss the unfolding situation..
"It is a pleasure to meet you, I am Metis, Titaness Goddess of Wisdom." Despite her brief introduction, there was a noticeable fascination in her demeanor, especially directed towards Hades, whose presence exuded wisdom..
"Likewise." Hades offered a brief nod, his attention focused on Zeus and the matters at hand.
"Big brother, our war against the titan will come soon. I believe we should gather more forces to even hope of winning against them." Zeus addressed the gathering, highlighting the imminent clash with the gods in the Divine World Realm. He emphasized the potential devastation to the mortal world from their conflict, recognizing the profound impact even a battle in the Divine World Realm could have on the realm of mortals.
"Worry not, I have already gathered a few forces from the titan who did not like the oppressive nature of our father." Hades said.
"Dear brother, we have been preparing for this moment and won't waste anymore time." Poseidon added.
"Then, who are these allies of ours?" Zeus asked.
"Helios, Eos, Themis, Cratus, Bia, Zelos, Nikke, Promotheus, Epimetheus and Styx. These are the ones I've recruited through my power that separate my soul from my physical body." Surprising everyone, Hades showcased his formidable divine power, leaving them in awe. The amazement deepened as he revealed his success in recruiting a significant number of Titans and gods to join their cause.
"Amazing. To think they would betray Cronus…" Metis stood in awe, marveling at Hades' ability to assemble such a formidable force, a testament to his strategic prowess and influence in rallying allies.
"But few of them will not reveal their allegiance and act as our agent to provide information in their plans until everything tips in our side." Hades explained and they understood his plans.
"Then, we will try to find more allies." Zeus declared, as Hades contemplated a future journey to Tartarus. However, for now, he opted to savor precious moments with his family.