Years had passed since the young Greek gods had come to the Aztec pantheon's world, and they had changed in ways none could have foreseen. What once were naïve deities now stood as warriors tempered by relentless training, their powers refined to near-perfection. The desert landscape bore testament to their growth—a battleground scorched, flooded, and reshaped by the sheer might of their abilities.
A figure with the head of a bird and the body of a man skidded across the sand. His regal Egyptian garb fluttered as he stabilized himself, divine energy crackling around him. He raised his arms just in time to block a fiery kick from Hestia. The force sent him stumbling, but he managed to hold his ground.
Hestia, her fiery hair glowing like molten gold, smirked. "Aww, is that all you've got? I expected more from someone claiming to be royalty."
The Egyptian god growled, dusting himself off. "Give me a break, woman. You're an anomaly, a freak among gods. Fighting you is like battling chaos itself."
Hestia grinned wider, flames dancing along her arms and legs. "And yet, here you are, still standing. Ready for round two?"
Meanwhile, above them, Zeus and Poseidon clashed in the sky. Bolts of lightning and torrents of water collided, each strike shaking the heavens. Their sparring created chaos below, where mortals scrambled for safety. A stray bolt of lightning shot toward a nearby city, threatening to obliterate it—only to be stopped by an entanglement of roots and vines.
On the ground, Demeter lowered her hand, sighing as she surveyed the damage. "Must they always destroy everything when they spar?"
Beside her, Metis—the goddess of wisdom—gave a knowing smile. "It's their way. They'll learn restraint... eventually."
Tezcatlipoca, leaning casually against a tree, let out a booming laugh. "Ah, let them be. This is their nature, wild and untamed. It's what makes them so interesting!"
Elsewhere, in the shade of an oasis, Hades sat with Odin and Anansi, observing the chaos. The calm god of death manipulated shadows absentmindedly, a thin smile on his face.
Odin took a sip from his goblet. "I don't see Hera. Where is she?"
Hades glanced at a shadowy construct—a peacock sigil glowing faintly. With a flick of his finger, the shadow consumed it. "Training. But she's learning to keep her powers hidden better. Her 'eyes' can't be out in the open."
Anansi chuckled, weaving a small web between his fingers. "Smart move. The girl's learned a lot. So, when do we finally take all this training back to the Greek side?"
Hades leaned back, his eyes narrowing. "Soon. But we'll return as something far greater than what we were before."
The gods' banter faded into the wind as the desert roared with the sound of combat—a symphony of divine growth, destruction, and the promise of a destiny yet to unfold.
Then the bird head god, landed next to Hades, as he saw him, as this god was Ra. Ra, still dusting himself off, glared at Hestia, his divine pride visibly bruised. The once-dignified god of the Egyptian pantheon now looked more like a weary warrior caught in a hurricane. He muttered under his breath before turning his sharp gaze to Hades.
"Your sister is insane," Ra grumbled, his feathers ruffled both literally and figuratively.
Hades sighed, leaning back against the rock formation he had claimed as his vantage point. "That makes it 67 to 4," he said nonchalantly, tallying Hera's victories versus Ra's meager success.
Ra scoffed. "Do you just keep a running score for everything?"
Hestia landed gracefully beside Ra, her fiery aura flaring briefly before dissipating. She crossed her arms, tilting her head as she examined the battered sun god. "I expected better from the new sun god of the Egyptian pantheon," she teased, a smirk tugging at her lips. "Ready for round three?"
Ra clenched his fists, his pride stinging more than his bruises. "Screw you as well, Hestia," he shot back, though his voice lacked the venom to make it truly biting.
Hestia chuckled, brushing a strand of fiery hair from her face. "Careful, Ra. Your ego is showing."
Before Ra could retort, Hades raised a hand, a small shadow tendril wrapping around his wrist to emphasize his point. "Enough. If you two keep this up, we won't have a desert left to spar in. Hestia'salready turned half of it into a furnace."
Ra gave a tired sigh, the fiery determination in his eyes dimming slightly. "Fine. But don't think this means I'm giving up. Round three's going to be different."
Hestia gave him a cheeky grin. "That's the spirit. Let's see if the sun god can finally shine."
Ra rolled his eyes, muttering, "Gods, I hate sparring with Greeks," as he prepared himself for another clash.
Tezcatlipoca stepped forward, raising his hand to halt the sparring. "Alright, that's enough for today. You did well, Hestia, and you too, Ra," he said with an approving nod.
He patted Hestia's head with a fatherly gentleness, a stark contrast to his usually fearsome demeanor. "You're getting stronger by the day, little one. Each step forward makes you more formidable, and I can see my teachings are paying off for all of you young gods."
Hades rolled his eyes, crossing his arms as he leaned back against a rock. "You mean how you taught us to be as brutal and relentless as possible in battle?"
Tezcatlipoca smirked, his jaguar eyes glinting with amusement. "Exactly. We Aztec gods know what it means to fight with everything we have, to dominate the battlefield. Peaceful gods like Kukulkan might prefer harmony and diplomacy, but that's not my way."
Hera, still catching her breath from her sparring session, chimed in with a dry tone. "Yeah, we've noticed. It's hard to miss when your idea of 'teaching' involves throwing us into fights with beings twice our strength."
Tezcatlipoca chuckled, unbothered by the sarcasm. "And yet, here you stand, stronger than ever. Trust me, children, one day you'll thank me when you're facing foes who won't hesitate to crush you."
Ra, still nursing his bruised ego, muttered under his breath, "Not everyone thrives on chaos and destruction, you know."
Tezcatlipoca turned to him with a toothy grin. "Perhaps not, but it builds resilience, Sun God. And that, my friend, is what separates the survivors from the martyrs."
Hestia, ever the optimist, clapped her hands together. "Alright then! If we're done for the day, I'm going to find something to eat. Training works up an appetite!"
Tezcatlipoca nodded approvingly. "Go on, then. Rest and refuel. Tomorrow, we push even harder."
As the gods dispersed, Hades muttered under his breath, "Of course we will. We're Aztec in training now, after all."
As the gods began to leave, Tezcatlipoca turned his gaze toward the horizon, where the sun was beginning to set, painting the sky in fiery hues. "Remember, all of you," he said, his voice carrying over the desert winds, "strength is not just about power—it's about adaptability, strategy, and endurance. What you face ahead will require all of these and more."
Hades lingered, watching Tezcatlipoca with a skeptical look. "You talk like you know exactly what we'll face."
Tezcatlipoca chuckled, his jaguar-like teeth gleaming. "I've seen enough to know that the battles to come will test you in ways you can't imagine. You Greek gods are stubborn, but you've got potential."
Hera, who had rejoined the group after catching her breath, crossed her arms. "Potential doesn't mean much if we're ground to dust before we even get to our father."
Tezcatlipoca smirked at her fiery attitude. "And yet, it's that fire in you that will keep you alive, Hera. Don't underestimate what you're capable of."
Meanwhile, Hestia was already rummaging through her satchel, pulling out some dried fruits and bread. "Well, I'm not about to underestimate my stomach right now," she said, munching happily. "Tomorrow can wait. Food first!"
Ra, still seated and watching the group with his sharp avian eyes, finally spoke up. "You Greeks are relentless. You're like the morning sun—always rising, no matter how many times it's beaten down."
Hades raised an eyebrow. "Is that supposed to be a compliment?"
Ra shrugged, the golden glow of his divine energy shimmering faintly. "Take it how you will. But if you keep this up, you might just be able to challenge your father and win."
Tezcatlipoca clapped his hands together, breaking the moment of reflection. "Enough talk. Rest while you can. Tomorrow isn't just another day of training—it's a step closer to reclaiming your destiny."
The group nodded, each lost in their thoughts. As they settled down for the night, the atmosphere buzzed with a mix of exhaustion and determination.
Hades lay back, staring at the stars that dotted the endless desert sky. "One day," he murmured to himself, "we'll return home stronger. And when we do, everything will change."
From a distance, Tiamat's presence lingered in his thoughts, her voice faint but comforting. "You're on the right path, Hades. Just keep moving forward."
The young gods rested, their dreams filled with visions of battles yet to come and the promise of a brighter, stronger future.
Hades pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to process the information. "Let me guess," he said aloud, his tone laced with sarcasm, "these 'allies' of Cronus are conveniently among the most troublesome gods from each pantheon."
Hera nodded, her expression grim. "Exactly. From the Norse, we've identified Surtr as key players. From the Egyptians, Set and Apophis have aligned themselves with him. And from the Aztec pantheon..." She hesitated, her gaze shifting to Tezcatlipoca.
Tezcatlipoca chuckled darkly, already guessing the answer. "Ah, my dear brother Xipe Totec and perhaps even Itzpapalotl, I assume?"
Skadi confirmed with a curt nod. "Itzpapalotl's forces are small but ruthless, and Xipe Totec... he's as brutal as ever."
Hades groaned, running a hand through his hair. "Great. So now we're not only fighting our own father but half the gods from other pantheons. What's next? The Primordials joining the fray?"
Hestia, always the voice of reason, placed a calming hand on Hades' shoulder. "We've made allies too, Hades. And we've grown stronger together. We'll face this, no matter how overwhelming it seems."
Demeter crossed her arms, frowning. "Still, this changes the stakes. We need to figure out what Cronus promised these gods to get them on his side."
Skadi interjected, her icy demeanor unwavering. "Power, revenge, survival—whatever he promised them, it won't matter if we're prepared to counter their moves."
Zeus, who had been listening quietly, finally spoke up, his voice crackling with energy. "Then we don't have a choice. We need to finish our training and solidify our alliances. If Cronus wants a war, we'll give him one."
Poseidon grinned, his confidence radiating. "And we'll make sure it's a war he'll regret starting."
Tezcatlipoca, leaning against a nearby tree, smirked. "Well said, young gods. Just remember, every ally and every skill you gain will be crucial. Underestimating Cronus and his new allies would be your downfall."
Hades sighed but nodded. "We'll prepare. No more surprises."
As the group began strategizing for the battles ahead, Hades couldn't shake the unease in the back of his mind. The butterfly effect was growing, and the future he thought he knew was slipping further out of reach. All he could do now was adapt and hope that their combined strength would be enough to tip the scales in their favor.
Hades in the middle of the night, as he was taking a deep breath, as he was trying to relax for the day as he looked at the water making it moved a bit as he enjoys the relaxing, be was all alone as then he felt ro will heard something.
"I see now, this is interesting".
Hades heard the voice he jumped away, as he saw someone in the night. "Who are you".
The man was coverd in Shadow, as he walked in he had Drak brown hair, with a bit of tanned skin, like he had always done field work, his arms were behind him in a motion of both confidence and light hearted ness, his eyes was brilliant gold, unlike his hair, he was as wearing prist like roves, as he walked up to hade, his fits hit the sand kicking it up by a bit, his poster was relaxed as he didn't have care in the world, as he pulled out an apple as he took a bite of it.
Hades looked at him as he felt like he has seen him before. "Who are you?"
The man looked at his yellow eyes meeting hades dark eyes. "Just someone not important, I just wanted to see another god here".
Hades eyes narrows, the shadows moved ready to attack him. "What do want".
The man looked at him as he spoke. "Noting really, just here to see what you are doing, now do you have it"
Hades what's narrows as he looked him. "What do you mean".
The man smiled as he spoke to him self.."so he doesn't Fool after all".
The man looked at him as he spoke in no treating voice. "It seems like you don't, I think we will meet in the future God of death".
Hades looked at him as he spoke. "No you won't"
As hades shadow arms and water moves to catch him as then Hades blinked as the man was go no where to be found, Hades started to wonder if what he was even real.
Hades looked around ready for an attack but noting happened, as he spoke to him self. "What was that"
Hades stood still, his senses on high alert, scanning the darkness around him. The water that had once calmed him now seemed to ripple in anticipation, as if it too were aware of the strange encounter. He exhaled sharply, trying to steady his breathing, but the unsettling feeling lingered in the air like a shadow he couldn't shake off.
"What was that...?" Hades muttered again, his voice barely a whisper to the night.
The figure, with his brilliant gold eyes and unsettling calm, had vanished into the shadows as quickly as he'd appeared. Despite the absence of any physical trace, the encounter had left a mark on Hades' mind. He knew something had been off, but couldn't quite place why. The man had known exactly what to say to unsettle him, and his confidence had been unnerving.
"Who was he?" Hades wondered aloud, more to himself than anyone else. "And what did he mean by 'it'?"
His thoughts drifted back to the words the man had spoken. "I think we will meet in the future, God of Death." The phrase echoed in his mind, sending a shiver down his spine. Hades was no stranger to prophecies and foretelling, but this encounter felt different. There had been something in the man's tone—a kind of knowing—that unsettled him even more than if he had been outright threatening.
Taking a deep breath, Hades steadied his resolve. He wasn't about to let some mysterious figure toy with him. The shadows around him began to settle, but his vigilance remained. He knew better than anyone that threats often came when least expected.
Turning back to the water, Hades tried to regain his focus. But the events of the night wouldn't leave him alone. This wasn't just a random encounter, he thought. Whoever that was, he knew more than he was letting on. I need to be ready.
He glanced up at the moon above, its silver light casting a quiet glow over the landscape. Hades felt a pull, as if something were drawing him into a future that he couldn't yet see. One thing was certain: his peace would be short-lived, and his next encounter with this mysterious figure would be inevitable.
And when that time came, Hades would be ready. He had to be.
To be continued
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