'If you want to tell a story right, you have to start from the beginning'. The birth of the protagonist is not actually the beginning of a story; not even close to the beginning of this one. This story stretches to the Ancestor of the protagonist, as the Blatant injustice caused by his brothers affects His Descendants.
The story begins in the shadowed halls of Olympus, where the echoes of forgotten wars still linger. Hades, the God of the Underworld, once a brother among gods, now stood betrayed. Cheated of his rightful throne in the heavens, he had been cast down to the underworld, his domain a prison of shadow and flame. The Third Great War of Olympus, a thousand years after the Titan War, had raged for two brutal years. The mortals never knew, and even the Olympians whispered of it only as a minor quarrel between siblings.
When the war ended, Zeus and the other gods declared a permanent decree: Hades would never again set foot on Olympus. Half of the Underworld would be claimed by Ares—The God of War , who had fought fiercely, and for his contribution to the souls in the underworld, leaving Hades to his eternal exile.
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Centuries passed, and the children of Hades spread across the cosmos, mingling with gods and mortals alike, their divine blood hidden but potent. Among them, one child seemed weaker than the rest: the second-born of his mother, a boy whose power of gluttony was dismissed as useless. Society saw only a bottomless pit of appetite, good for little more than consuming what others discarded.
Yet appearances deceive. His father, Pride incarnate, was a fearless and commanding figure, a legend in his own right. His elder brother, gifted with the power to copy any ability, was insatiable in ambition and cunning beyond his years. And his sister—beautiful, lethal, and embodying lust—wielded the terrifying power to manipulate life itself, drawing strength from those around her, bending their vitality as easily as one bends clay.
And now, in the heart of a modern world that could never comprehend their lineage, the seemingly weakest of Hades' descendants prepared to awaken a legacy long hidden. A legacy that would remind gods and mortals alike that even the exiled can shape the fates of the cosmos.