Two Years passed by the mystery was not yet solved the king eventually became scared of the catastrophic damage Diana would
The years that followed Diana's birth were a tense and turbulent period within the castle walls. The King, a man of shadows and suspicion, became increasingly obsessed with the circumstances of his children's birth. The whispers of the court, fueled by the physician's hushed reports and the King's own paranoia, had reached his ears. He grew convinced that Queen Hella had been unfaithful, that the second child, a boy, was not his own.
His obsession consumed him. He became withdrawn, his eyes constantly darting, searching for signs of treachery. He treated Queen Hella with chilling indifference, his affection for Diana, his firstborn, growing colder by the day. The boy, sensing his father's displeasure, became withdrawn and sullen, mirroring his father's increasingly erratic behavior.
The King, convinced of Hella's infidelity, began to see treachery everywhere. He dismissed loyal servants, imprisoned those who dared to question his authority, and ruled his kingdom with an iron fist. Fear gripped the court, and whispers of the King's madness spread like wildfire among the common folk.
One stormy night, the King, fueled by a potent brew of wine and rage, confronted Queen Hella in their private chambers. "Confess!" he roared, his voice echoing through the chamber, "Confess your sins! Who was it? Who dared to defile my bed?"
Hella, pale and trembling, denied the accusations. "Your Majesty, I swear, I have been faithful to you."
The King laughed, a chilling, mirthless sound. "Faithful? You dare to lie to my face? The physician confirmed it! Two separate conceptions! Two fathers!"
He lunged at her, his eyes burning with fury. Hella, terrified, cowered back, her heart pounding. Diana, awakened by the commotion, crept closer to the doorway, her eyes wide with fear.
"Bring me the bastard!" the King shrieked, his voice hoarse with rage.
Guards, alerted by the commotion, burst into the chamber, their faces grim. They seized Hella, her cries for mercy falling on deaf ears. The King, his eyes gleaming with a cruel satisfaction, demanded the boy be brought before him.
Diana, witnessing the unfolding horror, felt a surge of protectiveness for her brother. She crept closer, her heart pounding. As the guards brought in the terrified boy, the King reached for a dagger, his hand trembling with rage.
"No!" Diana cried, her voice small but clear.
The King turned his head, his eyes narrowing. "Silence, child!" he roared, his attention fixed on the boy.
The boy, his eyes wide with terror, whimpered, clinging to the guard who held him. The King, his face contorted with fury, raised the dagger, his eyes locked on the boy's terrified face.
Suddenly, a blinding flash of light erupted, filling the chamber with a deafening roar. The King's hand, outstretched towards the boy, was struck by a bolt of lightning, the dagger clattering to the floor.
The King, stunned and disoriented, looked up to see a figure standing before him, radiating an aura of immense power. It was a man of breathtaking beauty, his eyes blazing with divine fury.
"Zeus!" the King gasped, recognizing the god in an instant.
Zeus, his face a mask of thunder, glared at the King. "You would harm my child?"
The King, regaining his composure, roared at his guards, "Seize him! Kill him!"
But the guards, frozen in terror by the display of divine power, hesitated. Zeus, with a flick of his wrist, unleashed another bolt of lightning, incinerating the guards where they stood.
The King, enraged, drew a dagger from the fallen guards and lunged at Zeus. But Zeus, with a contemptuous flick of his hand, sent another bolt of lightning, this time striking the King directly. The King, his body convulsing, crumpled to the floor, lifeless.
Zeus, his gaze fixed on the terrified Queen Hella, gently lifted Diana from the floor. He then turned and vanished, leaving the chamber shrouded in an eerie silence, broken only by the soft sobs of Queen Hella and the whimpers of her son.
Diana, still trembling from the terrifying ordeal, looked at her father, his face contorted in a grotesque mask of death. A wave of emotions washed over her – fear, confusion, and a strange sense of power. She had witnessed the wrath of the gods firsthand, and it had left an indelible mark on her soul.
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