Hades looked at Hestia as he spoke. "You want a what".
Hestia looked at him with a grin. "A new outfits".
Hades looked at what she was wearing, it what there mother had made for them, a traditional Greek style dress for the lady's, that is both combat ready for to fight, it was red with some flame patrons with that do white line going through it.
Hades just looked at her. "What is wrong what you wearing".
Hestia looked at him, as she spoke fixing her sun glasses. "Noting really, I like what Mom had made for us, just that I didn't fit my style you get me"
Hades looked at the Sun glasses he made her, that made by using his Future knowledge of what she will like. "What do you want me to do"
Hestia smirked as she looked at her little brother. "Maybe more these style things, like this what did call them sunglasses, I like them".
Hades just sighed, he knew this will come but he was hoping that it will come some where in the 17th or 18th century, but this was only a small butterfly effect as he looked at her. It was not like he was agent's making her a new outfit he will be glad but it was what it was made out of that was the problem.
When he made the glasses he used the power of the Void and Chaos, which made them more weapons then something to wear, but then he thought why not Hestia was a living weapon so why not as longa s Zeus or Poseidon ask him to make them thighs why not, Plus he already had the Degine in mind just had to make Hestia outift
Hades looked at her. "Fine give me a moment"
As then his shadow moved, if covers Hestia a she closes her eyes, as she opens she saw what she's was wearing she was wearing a leather outfit, the shirt had a flame like degine to on its the top half having a heart, finger less gloves, the sleeves were black until the end which had red fire like make with spikes on the, on the back of the outfit was also fire like degine with them was the leather jacket on top, it was sleek and well degine with that of a sun/Star/Fire on the back, a belt and then there was her leather jeans with that of fire degines all over it, with so heart.
Hades looked at as he knew she will like it, how was simple this what she wears in the future. "So what do you think"
Hestia looked at her outfit. "I have zero clue what this materials is, but I love it"
Hades then spoke to him self in his mind. "Hopefully she doesn't find out that what she is weairng is more of a weapon then anything".
Hades watched as Hestia examined her new outfit with a delighted grin. She twirled in place, clearly impressed by the sleek design and fiery details. The leather fit her perfectly, hugging her form while allowing her freedom of movement. The flames on the sleeves, the star on her back—it was a stark contrast to the traditional garb their mother had made for them, but somehow, it suited her.
Hades couldn't help but feel a small sense of satisfaction at her reaction. While he was used to crafting things with power and purpose in mind, seeing his sister so pleased with her new attire eased some of his concerns. However, a nagging thought lingered in the back of his mind. She doesn't know what it's made of, and I'd prefer to keep it that way.
"Well," Hestia said with a wink, adjusting her sunglasses, "I've got to admit, I'm impressed. I think this might be my new favorite look."
She struck a pose, the flame-like designs on her outfit catching the light as she moved. It was as if the outfit itself had come alive with energy, making her look like she was ready to fight—and yet, it was undeniably stylish.
"I didn't expect you to have such a flair for design, little brother," she teased, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
Hades simply shrugged, though his mind was far from calm. I can't believe I just made her an outfit that's practically a weapon... But then again, what was wrong with giving her something that could both be practical and personal? He wasn't sure if she would ever need to use it in combat, but if the time ever came, she would be more than capable of holding her own.
"Just don't go getting any ideas," he muttered under his breath. "I made it to suit your... unique style. If you go getting yourself into trouble, that's on you."
Hestia laughed, clearly enjoying the idea of being so well-equipped. "You know me, I'm always ready for action."
Despite his initial reluctance, Hades found himself relaxing. Maybe this wasn't such a bad thing after all. At the very least, he had created something that would keep his sister safe, even if she didn't know the full extent of its power.
"So," Hestia said, finally turning to face him fully. "What's next? Do I get a pair of boots to match this outfit, or what?"
Hades paused for a moment, considering her words. Maybe I should make her some boots. Nothing too flashy, but something that complements the rest of the outfit...
"I'll think about it," he said with a smirk. "But no promises."
Hestia grinned, clearly satisfied with her new look. "Well, whatever you decide, you've earned my approval today."
Hades raised an eyebrow. "Glad I could meet your high standards."
As Hestia went off to admire herself further, Hades found himself deep in thought once more. What have I created? he mused, gazing at her retreating form. The outfit was more than just fabric and design—it was something else, something imbued with power. And while he trusted his sister, he couldn't shake the feeling that it might come to be something far more dangerous than either of them anticipated.
But for now, Hades chose to let the matter rest. He had done his part. Hestia was happy, and that was enough—for now.
Hestia then looked at Hades. "This is fire proof right".
Hades chuckled at that as he looked at her. "Why wouldn't it be, after all your main thing is fire big sis".
Hestia raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms with a playful smirk. "True, I guess I wouldn't want my own outfit to go up in flames. That would be a bit embarrassing."
Hades chuckled softly, shaking his head. "Rest assured, it's fireproof. The materials are crafted to withstand extreme heat. Not just for your powers, but for any combat situations you might find yourself in. It's designed to handle more than just your flames."
Hestia grinned, clearly satisfied with the reassurance. "Good. I can't be seen walking around in a brand new outfit only for it to burn up after one little spark."
She gave a small twirl again, the fire-like patterns on her sleeves flickering as she moved. "I think this will do nicely for all my... adventures."
Hades gave her a knowing look, a half-smile forming on his lips. "Just remember, it's more than just an outfit. It's a tool. A weapon if need be."
Hestia winked at him, her voice light. "I know, I know. Don't worry, brother. I'm not going to go around starting unnecessary fires... unless I have to."
Hades nodded, though the protective streak in him was hard to ignore. "Just don't get too reckless."
Hestia threw her arms up in mock defeat. "Oh, come on! It's not like I go looking for trouble."
But the glint in her eyes told a different story, and Hades couldn't help but smile despite himself. "Just... be careful. I don't need to remind you of the kind of enemies we've made, do I?"
Hestia's playful demeanor softened for a moment, her gaze steady and serious. "I get it, Hades. I'll be careful. You've done your part, and I'll do mine."
Hades looked at her, still a little unsure but trusting her words. "Alright. Just... promise me you won't get yourself into a situation where I have to bail you out."
Hestia grinned mischievously. "No promises there, big brother."
"Figures," Hades muttered under his breath, but the smile tugging at the corner of his lips couldn't be hidden. He turned his attention back to the quiet surroundings, but there was a sense of peace now, knowing that Hestia was better prepared for whatever challenges lay ahead.
For now, he could only hope that his sister wouldn't push the limits of her new gear—or herself—too far.
Later that day they all are looking at Hera as she was showing a map of the greek world of the god, one problem she still sucks at drawing and forever will, as she sighed
Hera looked at them. "Don't lap, for the last few months me and skadi have been being putting peacock feather everywhere in the greek territory of father, place where he won't notice".
Zeus them spoke looking at her. "Which means, with your powers to see through them, we have an advantage when it comes for strategy".
Metis then spoke. "Maybe let she finish first Thunder head before speaking".
Hades sigehd remember during the last year Zeus and Poseidon had decided to swap back to the Original domain, Zeus didn't wantr or Sea again and Poseidon didn't want to be Lighting, so far one of his plans to save the future had failed but the was more.
Hades then looked at Hera. "Continue sister".
Hera nodded at Hades, taking a deep breath as she refocused on the map she had drawn, clearly frustrated with her less-than-perfect sketching skills. The map was a crude representation of the Greek world, dotted with spots marked by hastily drawn peacock feathers—her signature tactic for marking areas of interest.
"Thank you, Hades," Hera said, her tone a bit more assured now. "As I was saying, Skadi and I have been placing these feathers in key locations throughout Father's domain. They're small enough not to attract attention but enough for us to track movements and anticipate any major shifts."
Zeus, who was usually quick to interject, seemed to hold his tongue this time, letting his sister continue. His expression was a mix of concentration and curiosity, though his impatience was still evident.
Metis, ever the tactician, shot Zeus a sideways glance before turning her focus back to Hera's map. "We should have access to strategic intelligence as soon as possible. And we can use the feathers to stay one step ahead of Cronus' forces."
Hera straightened up, her gaze sweeping over the group. "Exactly. By using my sight to view the feathers from a distance, I can essentially see through them—tracking movements, observing weak points, and monitoring enemy positioning. If we can make sure we stay hidden, we might just be able to catch Cronus off guard."
Hades tilted his head slightly, his dark eyes narrowing as he examined the map. "This could give us a tactical advantage in the upcoming conflict. But how long can we keep this under wraps? Sooner or later, Cronus will notice something is off."
Hera's lips pressed into a thin line as she glanced at the map. "That's the challenge. The feathers blend well enough with the natural surroundings, but the longer they stay in place, the more likely they'll be discovered. We need to strike quickly."
Poseidon, who had been relatively quiet up until now, crossed his arms and leaned forward. "Strike where, exactly? Our forces are spread thin. Father's army is growing stronger by the day, and we're still recovering from the last skirmishes."
Zeus let out a heavy sigh. "We can't afford to wait much longer. Cronus will be ready to launch his assault soon. We need to hit him before he can act."
Metis stood up, tapping her chin thoughtfully. "Perhaps we can use their overconfidence against them. Cronus believes he controls the board. If we can create a diversion in one area, he may commit too many forces there, leaving the rest of his position vulnerable."
Hades looked at the map again, piecing the information together. "We'll need to get a better sense of their numbers, though. If we miscalculate—"
"I can help with that," Hera interrupted, her eyes flashing with determination. "I've placed more feathers in key positions around the areas where Cronus' forces have been moving. I can use those to track their movements more accurately."
Hades gave a slow nod. "Alright. We'll need to plan every move carefully. If we're going to defeat Cronus, we can't afford any mistakes."
Hera's expression softened, but her resolve remained. "We won't fail. We've made it this far, and we've got the advantage now."
Metis placed a hand on Hera's shoulder. "We'll win this. But it's going to require more than just strategy. The gods have to unite—no more disagreements, no more infighting."
Hades gave a dry laugh. "Easier said than done."
Zeus gave Hades a sideways glance, a slight smirk on his face. "Well, it's better than it used to be, at least."
Poseidon grunted, still unsure. "We need to act quickly. Cronus may have been laying low, but he's going to make his move soon. And I'd rather not be the one caught off guard."
Hera nodded again. "Agreed. I'll continue monitoring the feathers. We should be ready for whatever comes next."
Hades crossed his arms, a thoughtful expression on his face. "Then let's make sure that when it does, we're the ones who strike first."
The gods, for a moment, stood in a rare silence, each of them contemplating the task ahead, knowing that the fate of the world rested on their next steps.
To be continued
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