Planet Vusoria
Virgo Perseus Galaxy
June ??
Year 700 of the 50th General Calendar
Olympus Universe
Throughout the ages, the Olympus universe has seen the rule of many different beings, but none as renowned or influential as the current Olympian gods.
Led by their King, Zeus, the six eldest Olympians—Hestia, Hades, Demeter, Poseidon, Hera, and Zeus himself—rose up in rebellion against their father, the King of the Titans, and his forces.
After emerging victorious, they seized control of the universe and renamed it Olympus, replacing its former name, Orthys.
In the aftermath, they spent the next several millennia consolidating their authority and establishing their presence among neighbouring universes, effectively deterring would-be aggressors who might have seen Olympus as vulnerable following its most devastating civil war in recorded history.
The 'Big Three'—Hades, Poseidon, and Zeus—divided the universe's three greatest domains among themselves.
Hades took the 'Underworld', Poseidon took command of the 'Seas', and Zeus ruled the 'Skies' and assumed the mantle of King.
The remaining major domains of Olympus were eventually distributed among the 'Twelve Olympians', the Main Entities of the pantheon who wielded the highest authority and power. All other aspects were delegated to the numerous lesser gods within the pantheon.
Over the course of tens of thousands of years, Olympus expanded its economic, political, and especially military capabilities, elevating them far beyond what they had once been.
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It was just another normal sunny day in a certain city-state renowned for its soothing hot springs spread across multiple planets within one of central Olympus' largest galaxies.
Suddenly, a streak of light tore across the cloudless blue sky, moving at an astonishing speed before abruptly halting above the courtyard of a particular building.
As the radiant blur came to a stop, its identity was revealed to be a carriage drawn by several greater pegasi. The carriage door swung open, and a figure leapt out, descending swiftly to the ground before striding into the building.
His flaming yellow hair trailed behind him, billowing along with the cape he wore, caught in the breeze of his swift movement down the corridor, heading straight into an indoor open-air bath where another figure lounged lazily at the water's edge.
"Father, we need to call Uncle and the rest of the Twelve. There's a serious issue that demands the full council's attention."
"Apollo, your presence is disrupting my rest. What could have possibly occurred that warrants the attention of the entire council?"
The man resting at the edge of the bath raised an eyebrow as he responded to the yellow-haired figure, Apollo, the Olympian god of the sun, music, and poetry.
And as for the man Apollo had addressed as 'father', who else could it be but Zeus himself, the Olympian god of sky and lightning, and King of the gods.
"Well, the 'thing', or rather, 'things', that require the entire council's attention are two in number. Prophecies, Father. Two very dangerous prophecies."
Apollo answered Zeus' question, the gravity of the matter clear in the serious tone of his voice. Being a god of Oracles, Apollo was known for seeing visions and prophecies of the future.
And if there was one truth about his prophecies, it was that they always came to pass, even in the weirdest of years.
Yet in the over one hundred thousand years Apollo had lived, he had never once received two prophecies at the same time, let alone prophecies he deemed 'dangerous.'
Zeus immediately understood the cause of Apollo's urgency. Rising from the bath, he snapped his fingers. Divinity shimmered around him for a brief moment, and in the next, he stood clothed in his preferred white suit and blue tie.
"Very well then, I understand the seriousness of the matter," Zeus said to Apollo before turning his gaze toward the shadow cast beneath him.
"Shadow nymphs, send word to the rest of the council. Everyone's presence is required. Inform them that this concerns a threat of the highest level."
As soon as he finished speaking, his shadow stirred briefly, then split into several parts that darted out of the building at once.
Prophecies and similar omens were very sore spots for the Olympians, so even Zeus had no choice but to treat them with utmost seriousness.
"Let's go then. I'll ride with you in your carriage. It's been quite a while since I last used it," Zeus added, stepping out of the building with Apollo following close behind.
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As the father and son duo made their way to the summit of the tallest mountain in all of Central Olympus, the very mountain after which the universe was named, the shadow nymphs who served Zeus departed for various territories to deliver his message.
Before long, word had spread throughout Olympus that the gods had received two extremely dangerous prophecies.
Among the mortals who heard the news, fear gripped their hearts at the thought of something so serious that even the gods they worshipped considered it a threat.
As for the other gods of Olympus, their responses varied. Some were surprised, others were annoyed by the summons disrupting their personal affairs, and a few found the entire matter amusing.
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Apex World Nerou
Palioxis Galaxy
Atlantis Supercluster.
June ??
Year 700
Atlantis was the largest galaxy supercluster in Western Olympus, which was known for the sea-blue hue that colored nearly all of its galaxies.
On a particular Apex Planet within that supercluster, a planet composed entirely of water with no landmass whatsoever, there existed an underwater kingdom that spanned more than half of the ocean floor.
At the heart of this kingdom's capital city stood a towering castle, its spires so high that anyone standing atop them could see the entire expanse of the vast capital.
Currently, on one of those towers, stood a man with sea-blue hair and eyes, a short beard of the same shade, and a presence that radiated stupendous levels of divinity.
He heaved a sigh and turned his gaze toward Central Olympus. The next moment, his glowing sea-blue eyes shimmered as his entire body merged seamlessly with the ocean water and flowed away.
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Apex World Khthonia
Nexarion Galaxy
Underworld Supercluster.
June ??
Year 700
The Underworld was the largest galaxy supercluster in all of southern Olympus, a unique cluster that was closely intertwined with the Tartarus Supercluster.
From a distance, the two appeared almost as one single cluster of galaxies.
A dark-haired, obsidian-eyed man stood atop one of the many towers in the Underworld's capital, overlooking a small section of the Fields of Asphodel.
Clicking his tongue in irritation, he turned to face the two women standing behind him.
One was a beautiful young maiden with fair skin, her face the very embodiment of youthful beauty. She wore long, flowing garments and had a wreath of flowers adorning her head.
The other was a pleasant-looking, mature woman with a veil draped over her head, though her face remained visible. Her robes, while similar in design to the younger woman's, were brown in colour.
"Persephone. Demeter. I'll have Charon see you across."
The dark-haired man addressed the women by name as he spoke.
"What about you?"
The youthful maiden, the Olympian goddess of spring, Persephone, asked, casting her gaze toward him.
"It's probably something trivial that he's blowing out of proportion. One of my proxies should be enough."
"I advise against that. You know how unbearable your brother becomes when you ignore his summons, even if you have no real obligation to obey."
The second woman, the Olympian goddess of the harvest, Demeter, replied, her voice calm as she addressed the dark-haired man.
At her response, he nodded slightly in agreement before commenting, "That's true. I'd rather not have any bothersome flies buzzing about in my domain. An Avatar will suffice."
The moment the words left his mouth, his body lifted into the air. He stared off into the distance, towards the vast River Styx, then shot off as a streak of light, vanishing faster than Demeter could respond.
Just then, a servant in a maid's uniform appeared behind them, bowing respectfully as she spoke.
"Madams, your transport is ready."
Persephone acknowledged the servant with a nod, then took her mother's hand and said gently,
"Don't mind him, mother. Let's go."
She cast a fleeting glance in the direction her husband had flown, thinking that he would be fine, even if something went wrong.
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Over the years, there had been many occasions where the twelve Olympians gathered to discuss important matters, but only a handful of times had they convened over something deemed a threat of the highest level.
Only a few situations could justify such a threat level, one being the potential destruction of the entire pantheon.
The Hall of the gods buzzed with noise as both greater and lesser Olympian gods conversed, speculating on what could possibly warrant such urgency.
Suddenly, twelve lights appeared before the twelve grand thrones at the centre of the hall, immediately silencing the crowd.
The twelve Olympians appeared and took their seats, and for a few seconds, silence reigned.
It was then that some began to notice the presence of a thirteenth throne. While many initially assumed it was meant for Hestia, seeing her already seated beside the central bonfire made them quickly realise who it was truly for.
At that moment, darkness erupted from the shadow beneath the thirteenth throne. The writhing mass of shadow began to take shape, gradually forming into a humanoid figure, which then solidified into a man with dark hair and obsidian eyes, dressed casually in a t-shirt and jeans.
Zeus narrowed his eyes as he stared at the man before him, his voice edged with irritation as he spoke.
"An avatar? Seriously, Hades?"
"It's sufficient for what needs to be done, so yes, Zeus. An Avatar."
The reply came from Hades, the dark-haired king of the underworld, his tone matching Zeus' in annoyance. Around them, most of the gods held their breath as the tension escalated. Zeus' growing anger was clear as his eyes began to glow a sky-blue hue, and faint sparks of lightning danced through his hair.
Sensing that this wasn't the time for a childish dispute, Poseidon, the god of the seas and ruler of the Atlantis cluster, intervened.
"You can both resume your little sibling spat later. We have more pressing matters to address. This is the first time we've received two prophecies simultaneously."
His words drew gasps and murmurs across the hall. It was indeed a rare and troubling occurrence for two prophecies to emerge at once, and coupled with mentions of the 'highest threat level,' everyone present quickly realised that the prophecies could only bear grim news.
Even Hades, who had seemed ready to clash with Zeus, turned toward Poseidon in shock, his expression shifting as he immediately prioritised the prophecies over his brother's provocation.
"Tell that to him," Zeus muttered in response, shooting a glance at Hades, who was now blatantly ignoring him. With a sigh, he pressed on.
"A few days ago, it came to my attention that two prophecies were delivered at the same time. While unprecedented, that alone is not the true issue.
The real issue lies in the fact that the contents of both prophecies are unfavourable."