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Adult ++
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The Path to Victory - Chapter 1
Title: The Path to Victory
Fandom: Clash of the Titans (2010)
Authors: AmandaLee and BloodylocksBathory
Pairing: Zeus/Hades, Poseidon/Hades and implied Zeus/Hera
Rating: Overall NC-17
Summary: In order to defeat the Titans, the Olympians realize they must create a weapon from their own flesh. Hades is chosen to become the vessel. This is the story of the conception, birth and ultimate triumph of the Kraken.
Disclaimer: We don’t own Clash of the Titans or any of the characters portrayed in this story. No rights, no income.
Warnings: Mpreg, slash, incest, violence/gore
Chapter 1
Zeus had succeeded in freeing his brothers and sisters from their father Cronos, but danger still loomed over them. The Titans would stop at nothing to destroy their consequent generation, even if it meant tearing them to pieces and grinding their remains against the surface of the earth.
However, their efforts were proving in vain. Tenacity and viciousness from the six gods alone would not do. In their attempt at triumph, they decided to create their very own weapon, but this too was proving unsuccessful. Each god and goddess fabricated a creature from whatever they found, but no matter what they used, be it sand, ice, or wood, the monster of their creation would never be strong enough. The Olympians were beginning to lose hope.
Their latest creation, one of Zeus’ own, had washed ashore as late as yesterday, broken into unrecognizable pieces of what had been used to create it; amber. The leader of the Olympians had not even bothered to gather the pieces of his defeated creation, as resurrecting it would prove pointless. Hades, of course, had been there to point this out, sounding regretful but at the same time oddly smug, as if he had already known that the creature made out of amber would not prevail. Brief anger over his own personal defeat had tempted Zeus to smite his brother, even though Hades was not at fault in this.
Zeus took what fragments were left of the amber creature and dashed them across the rocks of the shore. He was so certain that they could create something to combat the Titans. The idea just had to work, because if it did not, the battle would be hopeless.
“I will not allow us to fail,” the god muttered, his voice barely audible to his brother. “There must be a way.”
*
Less than an hour later, Zeus had brought his brothers and sisters together to discuss the matter. Clearly something made from Mother Earth herself was not enough. She did not desire to have a hand in the destruction of her Titan children, and so weapons fashioned from her would not avail the gods.
Demeter finally voiced the conclusion that if the weapon could not be made from the earth, then it had to be made from the Olympians themselves, and if this path did not work, then the gods may as well be deservedly destroyed.
“What are you proposing, Demeter?” Zeus inquired, appearing disinterested even though the idea had awakened his curiosity. “That we make a creature from our own flesh?”
“Yes, why not?” the goddess replied. “If it were something living, that could evolve and grow, it would be a more formidable enemy than the mindless beasts we have made thus far. Cronos would not expect something of that kind. We would have the advantage of surprise.”
Zeus knew that their father was far from foolish. After all, Cronos had expected a rebellion long before his first child was even born, which was why he had devoured them, one by one, until Zeus himself evaded this fate.
“I agree with Demeter,” Poseidon suddenly spoke up and steadily met the leader’s gaze across the room. “We are at wits end, Zeus. Cronos will unleash an attack on our camp any night. We have to be prepared, or we will perish.”
Zeus looked around at his siblings. Hades, sitting beside Poseidon, was wearing a satisfied smile, clearly showing his approval.
“It is the only choice left, brother,” he said.
Carefully considering the option, Zeus glanced down at the fire set in the center of the small congregation. “A weapon made from our flesh and blood…” he mused aloud. “All our anger, made into one being…” His piercing eyes gazed upon his siblings. “It will be done. But who would be the vessel?”
The small crowd was silent in their deliberation. Hades cocked his head to the side as he observed their leader. “Perhaps our strongest, brother? You would make a fine weapon for us.”
Zeus could hear the disdainful tone in his older brother’s voice. Hades clearly was not willing to be the vessel, and neither was he. But before he could address his tone, Hera spoke up.
“We do not have much time before our father decides to attack once more. But we should take great consideration in who shall be the vessel.”
“We must also take into consideration that the one of us bearing this creature will be… weakened,” Zeus said gravely. “Perhaps even too weak to partake in the battle. And would it not be preferable, if the strongest of us would be ready lead the battle, when the time comes?”
An affirmative murmur sounded from Poseidon, and then Demeter as well, but neither spoke up to volunteer becoming the vessel. Obviously the idea was just as daunting to them as it was for Zeus himself, even though it was something he would never admit.
“I understand that you are frightened, brothers and sisters, but if we do not take a stand now, it will soon be too late,” Zeus called out, his powerful voice reverberating between the stone walls of their fortress, which despite its solidness, would not suffer another attack from Cronos.
Zeus would hate to order any of his siblings to become the vessel, but if no one volunteered, he would see no other choice. He couldn’t take it on himself, he was simply too important.
*
The gods soon retired from the discussion so that they could talk amongst themselves. They were all in obvious agreement that this creature had to be created, but the notion of bearing the creation to the point of near death was also frightening. If one had to perish for the rest to live, it would be an honorable sacrifice for the greater good, but… who would it be?
Meanwhile, Zeus was speaking secrets with his sisters, Hestia, Demeter, and Hera.
“I do not mean to intrude this offer upon any of you,” he told them. “It would be a tragedy to lose any of you. How are we to live on in our children if we threaten the lives of any of their mothers?”
“Then who?” Hestia asked. “Surely you are powerful enough.”
“No, it could not come to pass,” he insisted. “I speak for the rest of us and I lead our family. One of our brothers may be strong enough to bear the weapon and still survive.”
*
Once the meeting had been adjourned, Hades had immediately retreated to his bedchamber to avoid any further discussion on the subject with anyone in general, and Zeus in particular. The two had never gotten along very well, and lately that had become even more apparent. In truth, Hades had feared that Zeus would ask him to be the vessel, and he was almost surprised that it had not happened already.
If he asks me, I can refuse… Hades thought. But should he order me…
The sudden sound of someone knocking on his door startled him. “Who is it?” he called, aware of how defensive he sounded. //Please, don’t let it be Zeus…//
“It is only me, brother,” Poseidon’s voice said through the door. “May I enter?”
“You may,” Hades replied, breathing a sigh of relief.
Poseidon, on the other hand, got along with Hades quite well, or rather as well as could be expected. Their temperaments were similar, and both knew the torment of being prisoners within their own father, unlike Zeus. Over anyone, Hades trusted Poseidon the most.
“Are you feeling well?” his brother asked.
Hades scoffed.
“No generalizing, brother. Say what you mean.” Poseidon took a seat next to the other god. “You are worried about the subject of the meeting, are you not?”
“Of course,” Hades replied. “Zeus will want me to be the vessel. I know it already.”
Sighing, Poseidon brushed a few strands of elegant dark hair out of his brother’s face. “Will that be so horrible?”
“If so, perhaps you should volunteer,” Hades suggested. His brother’s silence made him smirk. “Not so easy, is it?”
“I never said it would be easy,” Poseidon said slowly. “After all, there is a chance that the one appointed will not last to see the fruit of our victory. It is not an easy choice… but it is that, or none of us will make it.”
“Don’t you think I know that?” Hades replied, feeling bitterness seethe within his heart. “I simply do not think it’s fair. Zeus will likely not ask you, and he will certainly never order you, Poseidon.”
“He hasn’t ordered you either,” the other pointed out. “Perhaps he will ask one of our sisters to take on the task. Perhaps it’s already been decided, and you worry needlessly.”
For a moment, Hades actually felt hopeful. His brother tended to have that effect on him, and he was not sure if he should be grateful for it or not. An arm was placed around his shoulders, and Hades willingly leaned against the sturdy frame of his younger brother for moral as well as physical support. Despite being the oldest, Hades had always been the weakest of Cronos’ three sons, and Zeus never missed an opportunity to remind him of it. No, things had never been fair.
*
Hours later, Poseidon sought a private audience with Zeus before the Olympians would come together to make their final decision.
“You would what?” Zeus responded to his older brother’s statement.
“I will step forward and volunteer as the vessel,” Poseidon repeated. “I am strong enough, am I not?”
Zeus looked aside and observed as their sisters spoke just beyond earshot. “You are strong, my brother,” he agreed.
Poseidon did not like that tone. “However…?”
“However,” Zeus replied. “You are also strong enough to join me in battle.”
His brother lifted an eyebrow; he was beginning to think Hades was right. “Indeed?”
“Indeed,” Zeus said, his expression grave. “I will require you by my side in battle. There can be no question.”
Poseidon frowned, realizing his oldest brother’s plight. But Zeus was their leader, and if not for his actions the rest of them would still be prisoners within the body of Cronos.
“As you wish, brother.”
Fandom: Clash of the Titans (2010)
Authors: AmandaLee and BloodylocksBathory
Pairing: Zeus/Hades, Poseidon/Hades and implied Zeus/Hera
Rating: Overall NC-17
Summary: In order to defeat the Titans, the Olympians realize they must create a weapon from their own flesh. Hades is chosen to become the vessel. This is the story of the conception, birth and ultimate triumph of the Kraken.
Disclaimer: We don’t own Clash of the Titans or any of the characters portrayed in this story. No rights, no income.
Warnings: Mpreg, slash, incest, violence/gore
Chapter 1
Zeus had succeeded in freeing his brothers and sisters from their father Cronos, but danger still loomed over them. The Titans would stop at nothing to destroy their consequent generation, even if it meant tearing them to pieces and grinding their remains against the surface of the earth.
However, their efforts were proving in vain. Tenacity and viciousness from the six gods alone would not do. In their attempt at triumph, they decided to create their very own weapon, but this too was proving unsuccessful. Each god and goddess fabricated a creature from whatever they found, but no matter what they used, be it sand, ice, or wood, the monster of their creation would never be strong enough. The Olympians were beginning to lose hope.
Their latest creation, one of Zeus’ own, had washed ashore as late as yesterday, broken into unrecognizable pieces of what had been used to create it; amber. The leader of the Olympians had not even bothered to gather the pieces of his defeated creation, as resurrecting it would prove pointless. Hades, of course, had been there to point this out, sounding regretful but at the same time oddly smug, as if he had already known that the creature made out of amber would not prevail. Brief anger over his own personal defeat had tempted Zeus to smite his brother, even though Hades was not at fault in this.
Zeus took what fragments were left of the amber creature and dashed them across the rocks of the shore. He was so certain that they could create something to combat the Titans. The idea just had to work, because if it did not, the battle would be hopeless.
“I will not allow us to fail,” the god muttered, his voice barely audible to his brother. “There must be a way.”
*
Less than an hour later, Zeus had brought his brothers and sisters together to discuss the matter. Clearly something made from Mother Earth herself was not enough. She did not desire to have a hand in the destruction of her Titan children, and so weapons fashioned from her would not avail the gods.
Demeter finally voiced the conclusion that if the weapon could not be made from the earth, then it had to be made from the Olympians themselves, and if this path did not work, then the gods may as well be deservedly destroyed.
“What are you proposing, Demeter?” Zeus inquired, appearing disinterested even though the idea had awakened his curiosity. “That we make a creature from our own flesh?”
“Yes, why not?” the goddess replied. “If it were something living, that could evolve and grow, it would be a more formidable enemy than the mindless beasts we have made thus far. Cronos would not expect something of that kind. We would have the advantage of surprise.”
Zeus knew that their father was far from foolish. After all, Cronos had expected a rebellion long before his first child was even born, which was why he had devoured them, one by one, until Zeus himself evaded this fate.
“I agree with Demeter,” Poseidon suddenly spoke up and steadily met the leader’s gaze across the room. “We are at wits end, Zeus. Cronos will unleash an attack on our camp any night. We have to be prepared, or we will perish.”
Zeus looked around at his siblings. Hades, sitting beside Poseidon, was wearing a satisfied smile, clearly showing his approval.
“It is the only choice left, brother,” he said.
Carefully considering the option, Zeus glanced down at the fire set in the center of the small congregation. “A weapon made from our flesh and blood…” he mused aloud. “All our anger, made into one being…” His piercing eyes gazed upon his siblings. “It will be done. But who would be the vessel?”
The small crowd was silent in their deliberation. Hades cocked his head to the side as he observed their leader. “Perhaps our strongest, brother? You would make a fine weapon for us.”
Zeus could hear the disdainful tone in his older brother’s voice. Hades clearly was not willing to be the vessel, and neither was he. But before he could address his tone, Hera spoke up.
“We do not have much time before our father decides to attack once more. But we should take great consideration in who shall be the vessel.”
“We must also take into consideration that the one of us bearing this creature will be… weakened,” Zeus said gravely. “Perhaps even too weak to partake in the battle. And would it not be preferable, if the strongest of us would be ready lead the battle, when the time comes?”
An affirmative murmur sounded from Poseidon, and then Demeter as well, but neither spoke up to volunteer becoming the vessel. Obviously the idea was just as daunting to them as it was for Zeus himself, even though it was something he would never admit.
“I understand that you are frightened, brothers and sisters, but if we do not take a stand now, it will soon be too late,” Zeus called out, his powerful voice reverberating between the stone walls of their fortress, which despite its solidness, would not suffer another attack from Cronos.
Zeus would hate to order any of his siblings to become the vessel, but if no one volunteered, he would see no other choice. He couldn’t take it on himself, he was simply too important.
*
The gods soon retired from the discussion so that they could talk amongst themselves. They were all in obvious agreement that this creature had to be created, but the notion of bearing the creation to the point of near death was also frightening. If one had to perish for the rest to live, it would be an honorable sacrifice for the greater good, but… who would it be?
Meanwhile, Zeus was speaking secrets with his sisters, Hestia, Demeter, and Hera.
“I do not mean to intrude this offer upon any of you,” he told them. “It would be a tragedy to lose any of you. How are we to live on in our children if we threaten the lives of any of their mothers?”
“Then who?” Hestia asked. “Surely you are powerful enough.”
“No, it could not come to pass,” he insisted. “I speak for the rest of us and I lead our family. One of our brothers may be strong enough to bear the weapon and still survive.”
*
Once the meeting had been adjourned, Hades had immediately retreated to his bedchamber to avoid any further discussion on the subject with anyone in general, and Zeus in particular. The two had never gotten along very well, and lately that had become even more apparent. In truth, Hades had feared that Zeus would ask him to be the vessel, and he was almost surprised that it had not happened already.
If he asks me, I can refuse… Hades thought. But should he order me…
The sudden sound of someone knocking on his door startled him. “Who is it?” he called, aware of how defensive he sounded. //Please, don’t let it be Zeus…//
“It is only me, brother,” Poseidon’s voice said through the door. “May I enter?”
“You may,” Hades replied, breathing a sigh of relief.
Poseidon, on the other hand, got along with Hades quite well, or rather as well as could be expected. Their temperaments were similar, and both knew the torment of being prisoners within their own father, unlike Zeus. Over anyone, Hades trusted Poseidon the most.
“Are you feeling well?” his brother asked.
Hades scoffed.
“No generalizing, brother. Say what you mean.” Poseidon took a seat next to the other god. “You are worried about the subject of the meeting, are you not?”
“Of course,” Hades replied. “Zeus will want me to be the vessel. I know it already.”
Sighing, Poseidon brushed a few strands of elegant dark hair out of his brother’s face. “Will that be so horrible?”
“If so, perhaps you should volunteer,” Hades suggested. His brother’s silence made him smirk. “Not so easy, is it?”
“I never said it would be easy,” Poseidon said slowly. “After all, there is a chance that the one appointed will not last to see the fruit of our victory. It is not an easy choice… but it is that, or none of us will make it.”
“Don’t you think I know that?” Hades replied, feeling bitterness seethe within his heart. “I simply do not think it’s fair. Zeus will likely not ask you, and he will certainly never order you, Poseidon.”
“He hasn’t ordered you either,” the other pointed out. “Perhaps he will ask one of our sisters to take on the task. Perhaps it’s already been decided, and you worry needlessly.”
For a moment, Hades actually felt hopeful. His brother tended to have that effect on him, and he was not sure if he should be grateful for it or not. An arm was placed around his shoulders, and Hades willingly leaned against the sturdy frame of his younger brother for moral as well as physical support. Despite being the oldest, Hades had always been the weakest of Cronos’ three sons, and Zeus never missed an opportunity to remind him of it. No, things had never been fair.
*
Hours later, Poseidon sought a private audience with Zeus before the Olympians would come together to make their final decision.
“You would what?” Zeus responded to his older brother’s statement.
“I will step forward and volunteer as the vessel,” Poseidon repeated. “I am strong enough, am I not?”
Zeus looked aside and observed as their sisters spoke just beyond earshot. “You are strong, my brother,” he agreed.
Poseidon did not like that tone. “However…?”
“However,” Zeus replied. “You are also strong enough to join me in battle.”
His brother lifted an eyebrow; he was beginning to think Hades was right. “Indeed?”
“Indeed,” Zeus said, his expression grave. “I will require you by my side in battle. There can be no question.”
Poseidon frowned, realizing his oldest brother’s plight. But Zeus was their leader, and if not for his actions the rest of them would still be prisoners within the body of Cronos.
“As you wish, brother.”