Crowned in the realm of death

In the heart of the magnificent temple nestled deep within Mount Othrys—its walls encrusted with gold and shimmering jewels.

A child was born beneath an ominous sky. The infant's skin was pale, almost ghostly white, and his hair was as dark as the void. His eyes, black with a faint purple hue, gleamed with an ancient depth that no newborn should possess. From his back stretched a pair of black wings with a metallic sheen, reflecting the torchlight like forged obsidian blades. However, it wasn't just his appearance that set him apart; it was his very essence. Unlike other newborns, whose bodies radiate the warmth of life, this child's body was cold to the touch. A faint black haze drifted from his skin, resembling a whisper of death clinging to his soul.

Wrapped gently in the warm, tender embrace of his mother, the strange chill of his body slowly softened, comforted by her heartbeat. As the golden temple echoed with silence, a soft, loving voice whispered close to his ear, "From now on, my child… your name shall be Hades." The name echoed in his soul like a distant memory, familiar yet new. Hades tried to open his eyes, struggling to see the face of the one who held him, but his newborn eyes were not yet fully developed—only blurred shadows and warmth greeted his sight. Despite his confusion, he felt something he hadn't felt since before the void: peace. Slowly, the strange haze around his body calmed, and lulled by the soothing rhythm of his mother's breath, Hades drifted into his first sleep in this new world, unaware of the destiny that awaited him.

Rhea was a woman, tall and proved her beauty and golden as carved from starlight and earth, her green emerald eyes like twin fires of compassion and warmth 

This was Titan's Rhea, queen of the Titans, mother of the gods, her gaze that of a mother meeting her child for the 1 st time.

Rhea gazed down at the sleeping infant in her arms, his pale skin and black, metallic wings a stark contrast to the warmth of her embrace. Hades… The name already felt heavy with fate. From the moment he was born, she had known—this child was different. His cold body, the black haze that clung to him, the unnatural stillness in his sleep… it all stirred a deep unease within her.

Her thoughts drifted darkly, unbidden, to the ancient curse Ouranos had laid upon her husband, Cronus—a prophecy that one of his own children would bring about his fall. Fear crept into her heart, whispering old memories—of how Cronus, driven by terror and madness, had swallowed Hestia.

Would he do the same to Hades?

The thought made her arms tighten protectively around the sleeping child. For a moment, dread threatened to drown her, but she closed her eyes and pushed it away. No. She refused to believe that Cronus, the man she once loved so fiercely, would harm this child. Her love for him still lingered, still fought to overshadow the growing fear. And so, Rhea sat in silence, holding her strange, cold child close, torn between prophecy and love—between a mother's instinct and a wife's devotion.

A servant came, Rhea asked, "What's the matter?" The servant replied, "lord cronus wishes to meet my lady and the newborn prince in the throne room".Rhea, as the order of the lord, follows a servant to the throne.

In the throne room, a grand throne was there, and on this throne, an almighty being with a domineering aura that only he is capable of sitting, he is king of Titans, god of time, father of gods, he is Cronus.

Rhea kneels and says to Cronus with a loving voice," Welcome back, Cronus".

"Hmm, Rhea is he my newborn child?"

"Yes, this is your child, his name is Hades".

"Let me take a look " 

Although she hesitated, she followed her husband's order.

As she placed Hades in his hand, Hades awoke with an uncomfortable and sudden loss of motherly warmth. He opened his eyes and saw a massive, mountain-sized figure, but was unable to distinguish it due to his blurry vision. Still, his instinct tells him this domineering and majestic being is his father.

From the shadowed archways of the golden temple, Cronus approached in silence, his eyes narrowing as he gazed upon the newborn in Rhea's arms. The child's appearance was unlike any he had seen—pale as moonlight, hair like the void, and those black, gleaming wings that shimmered with an unnatural metallic lustre. As he drew closer, a strange unease coiled in his chest, ancient and instinctive. This child is not ordinary, he thought grimly. And then, like a cold wind through his memory, came the voice of his father—Ouranos—cursing him with the prophecy of betrayal by his own blood.

Cronus's jaw tightened.

Without a word, he reached down and gently hooked his finger beneath the baby's tiny leg, lifting Hades slightly into the air—examining him like a creature under judgment. In that moment, a surge of raw instinct exploded within Hades. Though his body was still fragile, his soul-the soul of a warrior reborn—feelt the weight of danger. Every fragment of his being screamed in alarm.

Danger… death… run.

Hades writhed, his tiny limbs flailing, black mist flaring erratically as he struggled with everything he had. But the grip of Cronus was absolute—unyielding, divine, and terrifying in its calm cruelty. The infant god's efforts were futile, a whisper of resistance against the titan's crushing will.

And yet, from behind Cronus, Rhea's trembling voice called out, "He is just a child… our child…"

Cronus did not reply. But his eyes lingered, cold and calculating, as the wheels of fate began to turn.

Rhea's heart stopped, and her breath caught in her throat as she watched her husband's eyes turn cold and deadly.

"Cronus...." she whispered, but he didn't reply.

Before Rhea could take a step forward, before she could protest again, Cronus made his decision.

With terrifying swiftness, he lifted the infant to his lips—and in a single, merciless motion, swallowed Hades whole.

Rhea cried out, her voice choked with disbelief and anguish. Tears welled in her eyes as the temple's golden walls echoed with the sound of her broken plea. The warmth of his presence vanished from her arms.

For a moment there was silence. Then the silence broke, shattering into thousands of shards as Rhea let out a scream and fury that broke every shard of fabric of existence.

She summons her powerful sword with a golden hilt that once faced the sky primordial ouranus, killing hundreds of titans.

She holds the sword with both hands and high in the air. She jumps in the air and swings with full strength.

But Cronus already has his scythe and meets Rhea swinging. These two clashes make the earth tremor, the sky torn out.

Still, he easily overpowered her and the force of it threw her back and slammed her against the wall.

She gasped, golden blood trickling from her lips as she struggled with her feet, her eyes blazing with hatred.

Cronus regarded her with a cold, unfeeling gaze. He sighed, his voice a low, hollow rumble that seemed to echo from a place beyond life and death.

"Enough Rhea, this had to be done . For my kingdom, for my rule . You know as well as I do what he could become". He went quickly as he came.

As the golden doors closed behind him, Rhea's sorrowful screams echoed

Hoed through the palace. This sorrowful wails haunt the hall of oryths.