The white crystalline cocoon didn't shatter. Instead, it hummed a chord that evoked resonance from the very void it drew energy from, steadily absorbing the shadow and starlight rhythmically. Unremarkable astonishment reflected on the six goddesses' faces. If only they were to know what mischievous altercations this young god was to bring into their lives. The birth of the child was not only monumental in its achievement, but so coincidental it seemed to be the work of the Fates themselves. However, one couldn't derive such a conclusion looking at the faces of Clotho, Lachesis, and Atropos, the three Fates. The process was agonizingly slow, but for existences such as these women, the passage of time was merely a norm. The cocoon began to slowly unfurl, its edges dissolving into the void, its threads being woven by the three Fates as its existence is being notarized by the universal law itself. A young boy floated, still and supreme, his presence terrifying the void. "His name," Hecate said, "is Alkaois."
Ananke gave a cold nod—a sign informing the universe of what was to come. The three Fates weaved with incredible speed. However, Nyx and Hecate should have still been able to view it, but the matters of fate and destiny cannot be viewed by others than the managers, and hence why they can't see that child's divine life.
In an anti-climactic ending, the thread dissolved along with the three goddesses, and Ananke simply left. But primordial goddesses like Ananke never truly exited; they were always within, everywhere in the world. The Fates were the closest existence to primordials, as their divine law encompassed existence; they were seedlings nurtured by their divine mother, Ananke, a goddess.
History had been skewed ever since Clio had taken the mantle because, due to lack of a specialized god in the law, it had been managed by the Fates. However, Zeus had insisted it be taken up by his daughter to manipulate historiography. He was truly insightful in his usage of mortal intelligence.
This was detrimental to the goddesses that weren't in Zeus's faction. But one might ask: the Moirai and Ananke are way stronger than Zeus, and they would be correct in that assumption, but laws are truly imposing and confusing in their complexities.
Yet before such uncontrolled destinies could unfold, the cosmos still lay broken from he aftermath of the last ancient war.
It all started eons ago in the age of the aftermath of the Titanomachy . Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades were just about to divide the world. Suddenly, an incredibly beautiful, ethereal goddess entered. Her long brown hair seemed to reflect nature's true essence. Her green, verdant eyes were so diverse in their colours; every individual portion of her eyes could be seen as heterochromatic. In contrast, the three men on their respective thrones could almost be compared to such a nation-toppling beauty.
"How dare you share the world without me?" she said angrily, her face twisting in contorted rage.
"My little brother Zeus, your own cunning fights against you ," Hades said, on the verge of maniacal laughter.
"He told us the three of you agreed to not be involved since Hera already has marriage and doesn't want to be in Zeus's way, while Hestia obstinates herself from power struggles, and you just wanted the agriculture!"
"But of course, our precious brother Zeus was lying! He wanted to steal your domain and blame it on me, most likely."
"That is really smart of you, my dear brother, I am proud of you," Hades finally finished his ramblings.
"My precious older brother, I am once again surprised at how pitifully juxtaposed your deductions are—so close to the true answer, but ultimately wrong." Zeus mused internally
"Demeter, I hereby solemnly swear on the river Styx that all land on Earth be yours."
Demeter seemed happy, but she wasn't one to shy away from possible rewards. "Just a slight tweak," she said, as she added: "all land and agriculture."
But all of that was in Zeus's plan. This was something he had meticulously crafted, and today he would finally become the true god of the universal Greek pantheon.
The echo of Zeus's ancient, triumphant laughter reverberated through the Void, but it didn't encompass just the space; it traveled through the Law itself and became known as the Law of Fiendish Laughter, a higher-tier law many other divine gods would use as a staple to build their divinity.
But there was something special about the child Nyx and Hecate conceived, something unexpected. A child not bound by this universe, one whose essence miraculously started here—a boy who made a universal enforcer come to acknowledge and notarize him. A boy who made Ananke nod before existing—the boy beyond Law itself, and the boy with the only threat to Zeus's legal and law supremacy.
Nyx's supreme voice then declared, "He must be hidden under the destiny. Ananke, I plead with you." She was aware of Ananke's omnipresence as a primordial goddess herself. "He must be in a place beyond both sky and law." This was the moment Hecate truly realized the value of the luminous space.