The mountain of paperwork before me felt heavier than any blade I had ever wielded. Stacks on stacks of scrolls and wax-sealed letters threatened to topple over, a testament to how little Zeus had actually ruled Olympus. It seemed my dear brother had been more interested in his indulgences than in actual governance. Titans seeking residency, nymphs pleading for protection from persistent satyrs, cyclopes requesting construction approvals—the issues were endless.
I sighed, rubbing my temples as I signed another decree, granting the nymphs the right to refuse unwanted advances with divine consequence. I would not have Olympus turn into another playground of unchecked desires. Just as I finished, a sharp knock echoed through the grand chamber.
"Enter," I called without looking up, already reaching for the next parchment.
Soft footsteps approached, and when I finally glanced up, I stilled.
Before me stood the Moirai—Clotho, Lachesis, and Atropos. Last time we met, I had been too distracted by the duel with Zeus to pay them proper attention. Now, I could truly take them in. They looked like teenage girls, draped in chitons, their eyes ancient despite their youthful faces. Clotho, the blonde, spun an invisible thread between her fingers, her lips curled into an unreadable smile. Lachesis, the brunette, stood with her arms folded, watching me with quiet interest. Atropos, the raven-haired one, tilted her head as if already considering how this meeting would end.
I set down my quill. "An unexpected visit. To what do I owe the pleasure?"
Clotho stepped forward, her golden eyes gleaming. "We bring word from Lady Chaos. She has a mission for you."
I froze. My fingers curled slightly against the desk. "Do you... know?"
The three exchanged confused glances before Lachesis spoke. "We are merely messengers between you and her. We do not know the relation between you two."
I see, so Chaos had decided to keep my little reincarnation project a secret. But this was the first... well second time that I heard her be mentioned, the first time was from my mother and now this. I know that Chaos was the Creator goddess of the Greek World but not alot was known about her as she didn't really meddle in the world much.
But if she has a mission for me then this must be very important if she is contacting me after all these years after I have been reborn. What could that lady want?
Clotho continued, "She has also tasked us with assisting you when you need it."
I raised an eyebrow. "Assisting me? How so?"
"We have been instructed to provide you with the strings of fate belonging to mortals upon their deaths," Atropos explained, her voice smooth as silk. "So that they may be weighed against a feather or any other measure of judgment you deem fit."
That... was actually useful. The judgment of souls in the Underworld would be far more precise with access to their fate. "That is generous," I admitted. "I accept this arrangement."
Moirai nodded, but Lachesis stepped forward slightly, her expression darkening. "There is more. Your mission."
I straightened in my seat. "Go on."
The room seemed to still be there. Even the ambient hum of divine energy around Olympus quieted as the words left Clotho's lips.
"You need to kill God."
A silence stretched across the chamber, thick and unyielding, as Moirai's words settled in my mind.
Kill God.
I exhaled sharply, running a hand through my hair before fixing them with a sharp gaze. "I'm going to need you to be a bit more specific," I said slowly. "You mean… God? The one in Heaven? The God of Christianity, the Father, the omnipotent, omniscient, omnipresent creator of all things?"
The three sisters exchanged confused glances before Clotho tilted her head. "No," she said, as if the thought was absurd. "That man does not exist yet."
My brows furrowed. "…What?"
Atropos sighed, folding her arms. "The one we speak of is a god who rules over the Middle East. A cold, arrogant man who seeks to expand his dominion beyond his lands. He is significantly weaker than the gods of other pantheons, yet he is constructing an army—beings he calls Archangels. His goal is to conquer the world under his rule."
I frowned. This wasn't what I was expecting at all. My mind whirled with possibilities. I knew, with absolute certainty, that they had intended for me to kill the God of Christianity—the one whose religion would one day sweep over half the world.
But if he didn't exist yet…
That meant someone else would take over later and mold the religion into what it would become in the future. And if that were true, then eliminating this so-called god might be the catalyst for that transformation.
Lady Chaos never did anything without reason.
I took a slow breath, staring at the three Fates. "Fine," I said at last. "I'll do it. But who's supposed to replace him?"
Lachesis smiled. "Chaos has already been decided."
I crossed my arms. "And?"
"Zeus."
I stiffened, my jaw tightening. "You want to send Zeus to the Middle East?" I asked, my voice laced with disbelief. "He might be a fool, but he still governs some of the most powerful domains. We need him where he is."
The Moirai laughed, their voices echoing unnervingly in my chambers. "Oh, dear King," Clotho chuckled. "We trust that you will find someone far better to replace Zeus."
I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. "Of course you do."
Lachesis stepped forward, placing a gentle hand on my desk. "Lady Chaos has already set the wheels of fate in motion. We are merely here to guide you on this path."
I exhaled, my fingers drumming against the wood of my desk. "Alright," I muttered. "Sure I will do it, but it is going to cost her, what will she give me in return for doing this task for her?"
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I stood on some nearby land. I don't know what it was named but it was just a vast desert with mountains, not alot of life anywhere. This would one day be the birthplace of Christianity, right now not much really existed here. Seeing as Adam had not only left the garden but also the country so he didn't pass any teachings down to any descendants. In fact I could not sense any mortals at all.
Walking through I desert I soon found what I was looking for and came to find two towering cliffs with a narrow path between them, a subtle shift in the atmosphere confirmed what I suspected. A veil of divine energy surrounded the land beyond it hiding it from the mortals that didn't exist. I stepped forward, my hand resting on the hilt of my sword, and before I could take another step, a booming voice rang out.
"HALT!"
A figure materialized before me, towering ten feet tall. Its form was monstrous yet awe-inspiring. Eyes covered its entire body, blinking in eerie unison. Four wings, each adorned with more eyes, spread wide, creating a gust of wind. Its three heads—a man, a lion, and a bull—moved independently, scanning me with intense scrutiny. In its hands was a sword of pure flame, its heat searing even from a distance.
The human head was the first to speak, its voice deep and commanding. "Mortal, you shall go no farther. None of your kind may enter the Garden of Eden."
I smiled faintly, keeping my posture relaxed. "Mortal? That's amusing. Do I look like a mortal to you?"
The lion head growled, its voice guttural and feral. "You are no Angel or Demon so you are a mortal. Mortals are forbidden here by decree of the Almighty."
"I'm not here to debate decrees," I said, stepping closer. "Now, if you'll kindly move aside."
The bull head snorted, its voice rumbling like thunder. "Who dares challenge the will of the Almighty? Speak your name, trespasser, before I smite you where you stand!"
I paused, tilting my head. "Who am I speaking to?"
The human head answered, its tone imperious. "We are Cherubim, guardians of the Garden. We serve the Almighty and bar entry to the Garden of Eden."
"Cherubim," I repeated, my hand tightening around the hilt of my blade as I slowly came up with a plan. I was glad that I had talked to Cain and Abel before coming here. "Then you should know that I've come for the golden apples of the tree of knowledge, and the pink peaches of the tree of life. They'll make fine gifts for someone dear to me."
All three heads reacted at once. The human head gasped, the lion roared, and the bull let out an enraged bellow.
"Blasphemy!" the lion's head snarled. "You dare to steal from the sacred garden?"
"You shall not even take a step!" the bull head added.
The flaming sword was raised high, the fire roaring as the Cherubim advanced. "By the decree of the Almighty, your sacrilege ends here!"
I sighed, drawing my own blade. Its obsidian edge gleamed faintly in the dim light. "I don't think you understand who you're dealing with."
The human head sneered. "You are nothing but a worm beneath the gaze of the Almighty."
As the Cherubim brought its flaming sword down in a powerful arc, I raised my blade to meet it. The clash of steel sent sparks flying, the ground trembling beneath us.
"You might want to reconsider," I said, forcing the flaming sword back with ease. "Surrender and let me pass or you shall die here."
The lion head growled as he preached. "Only the Almighty wields true power. You are but an insect before His might!"
I grew annoyed at the constant praise it gave, stepping forward and forcing the Cherubim to retreat as I released my barrier a little letting my divinity roll off my body in waves. "Didn't you know that there is more than one god in this world, Cherubim?"
The Cherubim froze as realization dawned in its countless eyes. Its rage twisted into fear as I allowed more of my divine energy to flow freely, the weight of it crushing the land around us.
The human head stammered, its voice trembling. "W-what... What are you?"
The bull head bellowed in rage. "You foul serpent! You who defied the Almighty, you shall not pass and tarnish this sacred land!"
The lion head whimpered, its ferocity replaced by terror. "A... god? But there is only the Almighty!"
I sighed, lifting my blade once more. "Oh please, there are hundreds of gods across this world. Do not tell me that your so-called god thought that he was the one true god?"
Before the Cherubim could respond, I surged forward. My blade sliced through its flaming sword as if it were paper. A second swing severed one of its wings, golden blood spraying across the ground.
The bull head roared in pain. "No! This cannot—!"
My next strike silenced it, and the Cherubim collapsed, its massive form crumpling to the dirt. Golden blood pooled beneath it as its remaining eyes stared up at me in disbelief.
I stepped over its body, sheathing my blade. "I told you that if you didn't move you would die."
As I stepped through the shimmering veil, the Garden of Eden unfolded before me, and for a moment, I even had to stop and take it all in. It was a masterpiece, unparalleled in beauty. Lush, vibrant greenery stretched endlessly, adorned with flowers of every imaginable color and some I could barely comprehend. Trees older than time itself reached skyward, their golden leaves shimmering with divine light. Rivers of crystalline water carved pathways through the land, their surfaces glinting like liquid silver. The air hummed with a peaceful melody, as though the garden itself were alive and welcoming me.
A small smile tugged at my lips. Magnificent. But then, an idea crossed my mind, one so audacious I couldn't help but grin. What better way to get God's attention than to steal the very garden that he had created? I mused as I snapped my fingers.
The shadows erupted from me in an inky tide, spreading across the garden as the darkness consumed everything in its path as I could feel it replacing the barren land next to my garden in the Underworld. They consumed the land swiftly, yet gently, swallowing trees, rivers, and flowers in their embrace. Within moments, the entire garden shimmered out of existence, vanishing as the land became barren.
A sudden shift in the atmosphere drew my attention. The air became heavy, crackling with divine energy. I looked up, amazed with how quickly they responded as the skies above me split open in blinding light. From the tear, hundreds of beings descended, their celestial forms radiating brilliance. Angels, clad in golden armor over their white robes. Beautiful wings grew from their backs and looked as if it was made of light.
At their forefront stood seven figures, their radiance eclipsing that of the others. Their armor was adorned with intricate designs of gold and silver. Their wings, larger and more resplendent than the others, shimmered with colors beyond mortal comprehension.
One came forward, his golden armor glinting even in the dim light. His sword, long and impossibly bright, pointed directly at me. His face was stern, his gaze piercing.
"I am Michael, Leader of the Archangels," he declared, his voice booming like a thunderclap. "You stand accused of desecrating the sacred Garden of the Almighty, a crime punishable by annihilation."
I sighed, shaking my head. "Desecration?" I repeated, feigning interest. "I merely repurposed something your almighty no longer seemed to care for. You should be thanking me for giving it new use as the Garden Persephone."
Michael's gaze hardened, and another Archangel stepped forward, his eyes blazing with fury. His hair burned like fire, and the great hammer in his hands crackled with divine energy.
"You dare mock the judgment of Heaven?" he snarled. "You dare insult the Almighty's will?!"
"I dare," I said simply, meeting his anger with a bored look.
His fury boiled over. With a roar, he raised his hammer high, but before he could act, I raised a hand towards him and snapped my fingers.
The air around him ignited as his body was consumed by blue and violet flames—Primordial fire, a gift from Chaos. The fire engulfed him in an instant, his scream echoing as his form was consumed. The brilliance of his armor started melting as his body burned, and then, the screams stopped as the flames vanished as the bbq'ed body of the angel fell to the floor.
A grin threatened to crack my face as I nudged the charred corpse with my foot. "Wow, you guys really do burn easy, guess all those feathers made it alot easier."
Silence fell over the gathering. The other angels stared in shock, their weapons trembling in their hands. Even Michael's composure cracked as his eyes widened in disbelief.
"Raphael," one of the remaining Archangels murmured, his voice hollow.
I raised a hand, examining my nails as though nothing had happened. "I take it that it wasn't one of your weaker ones?" I asked, my tone light.
Michael's jaw clenched, his knuckles whitening as he gripped his sword. The remaining Archangels shifted uneasily, their resolve shaken.
"You," Michael growled, his voice low and dangerous, "will pay for this."
I shrugged, taking a step forward. "Perhaps," I said, my voice calm but carrying a weight that silenced the murmurs of the angels. "But I suggest you think carefully before making this worse for yourselves. One of you has already fallen today. Shall we see how many more will follow?"
The air grew heavier as I began to release more of my aura. The ground beneath me darkened, shadows pooling like ink as the very light around us seemed to wither. Angels flinched, their celestial forms dimming as they felt the crushing weight of my power.
"You really think that you can take on a god by yourself?" I asked, my voice cold. "You have no advantage. No divine protection. Prepare yourself, for you are about to face the King of the Greek Pantheon!"