Ch. 1

It was a rainy night. Dark ominous clouds covered the sky, the moon nor the stars peeking through. The wind blew softly through the streets of LA. Even at this ungodly hour, there was a constant stream of traffic clogging the streets and pedestrians roamed the sidewalks. Everything was normal, well almosteverything.

Sally Jackson just couldn't go to sleep. She was currently sitting at her kitchen table with a cup of coffee in her hands. As she was staring at the swirling beverage, a sudden banging erupted from the front door. Sally sat bolt upright and looked at the clock hanging on the wall. It read 1:46 AM. She lived alone in her small apartment in LA and didn't have many friends.

"Who would be at my door at this time?" She muttered to herself as she walked to the door. The knocking had not stopped and its intensity continuously increased to the point where Sally was afraid the door was going to fly right off its hinges. She apprehensively opened the door to find an unexpected sight.

Poseidon, the man she had been dating for a few months was standing there. She had met Poseidon at the candy shop she worked at and they had dated since. He was a nice man, but his name was quite strange. She looked him up and down, he was not in his normal attire. In place of his khaki shorts, flip flops, floral imprinted shirt and beloved fishing hat, he was wearing a sleek black suit with a white dress shirt and grey tie. Another odd thing she noticed was that he was soaked to the bone. At the best of Sally's memory, Poseidon nevergot wet. His lips pulled back, exposing his teeth. Gone was his lopsided smile, in its place was what looked like a grimace.

'This isn't Poseidon,' Sally thought as chills raced up and down her spine. 'But if this isn't Poseidon, then who-'

Sally's thoughts were interrupted as she looked at his eyes. Looking into Poseidon's eyes was like looking into the sea. Their exact colour varied from light green to a deep blue, almost black. His eyes were one of his best features, but not today. The chills Sally was experiencing were amplified as she looked into his cold, malicious glowing gold eyes. She was rooted to the spot as she visibly shook with fear, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't look away from his eyes. His eyes glowed and pulsed with an ancient, unimaginable power.

"May I come in?" He asked, his voice different somehow, like he was having trouble saying the words. His words jolted Sally out of her thoughts and she moved aside for him.

Deciding to give him the benefit of the doubt, she asked, "Are those colored contacts?"

He walked past her to the kitchen, forcing Sally to follow. She watched in horror as he walked past. His movements were rigid and stiff and he emitted an aurora that demanded respect, completely unlike the casual way Poseidon held himself. As he reached the kitchen, he spun on his heels, facing her.

"Excuse me?" He asked innocently, his eyebrows rose to his hairline. As he spoke, his eyes flickered until it stopped at a green. Instead of the sea green eyes Poseidon possessed, this man's eyes were very similar, but it was paler, sicklier.

"Y-your eyes!" Sally exclaimed, "They, they were-"

"Trick of the light." He said dismissively as he lazily waved his hand. Sally and the impostor continued to converse, all the while, Sally was subtly trying to move closer to her phone, which was sitting on the counter. She planned to call the police once she had her phone, but she never got the chance.

The man suddenly let out an animistic growl and pounced on Sally. She attempted to escape but he was too quick.

Her screams fell on deaf ears as the man made sure there would be no one to interrupt. After about 20 minutes, the man exited the apartment complex, dressed in his sleek black suit. He swiftly walked into a nearby alleyway, the alley briefly glowed bright gold as the ground shook as the man disappeared.

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A gold flash lit up the dark area before a man dressed in a suit appeared. The cave like area was vast and extremely dark. The walls nor the ceiling could be seen. The ground looked to be made of rock, but it glowed a faint red color.

The man's green eyes flickered before settling on his original gold color. His lips were pressed in a hard line as he let out a sigh. He walked forwards before stopping in front of what looked to be a never ending pit. Distant howls and screams rose from the hole. The man looked at it in disgust before doubling over and coughing roughly.

"A surprise to see you here." Came a man's voice. The man seemingly appearing from nowhere stood proud and tall. His massive height and broad shoulders dwarfed the other man.

"What are you doing here, Perses?" The man growled out once he was finished coughing.

"Not even a hello? Kronos, I am deeply wounded." The man, know identified as the titan Perses teased. "It truly is a surprise to see you here, seeing as you're supposed to be cut into little tiny bits."

"I have grown stronger over the centuries." Kronos stood, his form flickered and he had a face of concentration. "You know what you do when you're given thousands of years to lie in darkness and isolation."

Perses opened his mouth to speak but Kronos continued, "The pain, the pain numbs. After the first few decades passed, the pain could be ignored, but the anger. Hah! The anger never left me. It never lessened and it certainly was never quenched. This anger gave me time to think. I sat in darkness, extreme pain, but the only thing on my mind was revenge."

Kronos took a breath before closing his eyes, his form flickering dangerously, "My time with you is short. It has consumed almost all of my power to create this image. This nightly excursion set me back on my reformation by years, but it was necessary to my plan. My plan to bring Olympus crumbling down."

Kronos through his head back to laugh, the ugly sound echoing throughout the massive cavern. Suddenly, his entire body exploded in a massive burst of light. The entire cavern shook as rocks crumbled from the ceiling. The entire while, the menacing laughter of Kronos faintly echoed throughout the entire Underworld, the culprit nowhere to be seen.

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It was about 10 AM and the Throne Room on Olympus was in utter chaos.

"Silence! Silence!" Zeus roared as lightning flashed. "I demand respect!"

"Why did you call for this emergency meeting father?" Athena asked as the other Olympian gods settled down.

Zeus nodded for Hermes to speak. "I was making my deliveries last night and was just leaving Uncle H's place when I felt a massive power surge that practically destroyed the Underworld. Of course I went to go investigate it and found that the power originated from the entrance to Tartu-"

"Do not say its name!" Zeus all but shouted.

Hermes swallowed thickly, "Well, the power surge came from the pit, and uh, whatever made it was powerful. It left a trail of power that I followed to a crappy apartment building in LA."

"What w-was the apartment number?" Poseidon squeaked. Athena narrowed her eyes but didn't say anything.

"I don't remember why?" Hermes asked, looking confused.

"No reason." Poseidon said hastily. Athena knew there was something bothering Poseidon, but kept her thoughts to herself.

"Other than Hermes, was anyone else in Los Angeles last night?" Hera asked the council. Everyone shook their heads. Zeus' eyes suddenly got a dangerous light.

"What if Hades was the one responsible, he is trying to overthrow me!" Zeus shouted as he rose to his height of 15 feet.

"No, I talked to him before and after the incident." Hermes said, efficiently diffusing the growing tension.

"If it was any of us and none of the minor gods have that much power, then who could it be?" Apollo asked. There was silence because no one knew the answer.

"I was in LA..." Poseidon spoke so quietly, the gods had to strain to hear him.

"What?" Zeus yelled.

"I was there, but I wasn't the one to cause the power surge, but I think I have an idea on who it was."

"Who?" Hephaestus asked, looking up from the metal scraps he was tinkering with.

Poseidon clasped his hands together and spoke, "I was, um, seeing a mortal women who lived in LA. I uh, went to check on her when I felt the power all the way from the Underworld." Poseidon then turned to Zeus, "Brother, the power felt just like our father, Kronos." As soon as his name was mentioned the hearth's fire became nothing more than embers and the room suddenly dropped 20 degrees in temperature.

"O-our father?" Hera whispered, but the room was so quiet that everyone present could hear her just fine.

This was sullen news indeed.