by Udyan Sharma
The prospect slowly transformed into a sentimental scene. “He has arrived,” Screamed Zudite and while having a grip of Zerine’s neck with his sharp and exclusively embellished diamond coated dagger, he created a way to defend himself; “Zeus, you are the creator of humanity and if it is the truth then don’t let this foolish girl detriment for me; for you, will never use your Thunderbolt if you want this girl to be safe. “
Seeing Zeus inviting his Thunderbolt and chanting the holy hymns for his advantage, he executed his dagger towards her neck and while cutting the thread of her life, he exclaimed, “Mozerine, may god calm your soul and may you not forget the virtuous deeds of your father!”
“Shhhh!” he revolted out in misery as the Thunderbolt ruined him out of his wits. “Zudite, I had mistaken you and this time, you shall borne the ruffian of death yourself. I granted you life, residence and a family to live with; but you! Devastated everything with your own hands, while making them irrelevant and look. Now you don’t have a second route,” hollered Zeus as the Thunderbolt murdered both the father and the daughter. The wind spirits of Zeus dug only a single grave and that too, for Mozerine, whereas, Zudite was given to the wind spirits to feed upon and his soul was too added into the army of wind spirits. Mozerine was entombed with all the rites but the person who loved her, had to remain in twinge and grief.
David was intensely ruinous as whoever girl ventured to love him, had to face Charon, the ferry man of Hades. Zeus was too, bound by the laws of nature, which stated that he, didn’t have the clout to revitalize a person without the forfeit of a living human, along with a pure soul. He did not tell anything to David but simply said, “I know you are from the future and you,” he had not even completed his sentence, when one of his wind spirits made him aware of a treacherous situation.
“Master, Hades has accumulated enough souls that we are not able to trounce him. We entail your help,” one of his wind spirits gave him the information and sprinted back towards the place of conflict; “I’m sorry David, I have to leave but I bid you to conceal the Scythe somewhere because if Hades attains the Scythe, he would rejuvenate Chronos and the humankind will ruin forever, transforming the people living in the future to just colossal goliaths.”
“Don’t fuss chap. I have expertise on this kind of work. Poor silly job it is for me to do. I shall take only five minutes to do so,” replied David, while Zeus showed him a thumb up and flew to the site of battle. Zeus also gave him a secret shield in case he faced Hades either ways.
David started to locate a place that could best suit the Scythe, without being caught in the sight of Hades; he being completely oblivious of the supremacy of Hades. After all, Hades was the potentate of Underworld and could cross his limits until any extent, to attain Scythe and revitalize the most formidable Titan – Chronos.
The Clash Of The Dimensions
The terrain was concealed with paroxysms and as the clouds cleared off their way to permit the extravagant landing of Zeus, the Earth was shaken up with few high intensity earthquakes, which hit the nearby towns and the intact land of Asphaldite was ruined.
As he landed with his right hand touching the ground, the whole army of Hades had to endure the brunt of Zeus’ influence and clout. He was in an intricate warrior position and as he moved, up his head and made an eye contact with Hades; while his eyes being in a barbarous essence. Hades was not at all petrified from Zeus or his army. He was the son of Chronos too and being elder than him thought that he had the major supremacy. The prospect was very much fuming and it was not possible for naked eyes to behold it but surely it could be penned down and explained with the help of a manuscript or inscription, so one of the scribes of Zeus was noting each and every move of the battle in a gargantuan book made up of wood.
“You have challenged me Hades and now the time comes when you shall be facing my clout over this world of lies and truth as well. I, the god of Heaven, hereby, declare this as the clash of two potent dimensions and let us see that where victory lies; in Heaven or Underworld. I have endured a lot of your transgressions and now it is the stint when you shall be captured and not permitted to move at liberty, along while ruining your residence, where you and your boisterous souls dwell and plan for a wicked world. Let us decide the future today itself and whatever the result might be, I vow that I’ll not permit you to devastate the humankind and humanity from this jovial world, “Zeus spoke in a self-possessed deep-throated voice which resonated the entire arena of battle and made it extremely recalcitrant for Hades to abide the revulsion of his infuriated brother. It was going to be a nerve-wracking battle between the two immortals but alas, David could not scrutinize it, as his eyes would burn if he endeavored to have a look at Hades or his army.
There were no rules and regulations. Everything was permitted; beginning from cheating to intensely mighty weapons like the Thunderbolt of Zeus and the Pitchfork of Hades.
Both of them were equipped with all of the orthodox weapons and no one knew that what the consequences could be? The major element was that if the Thunderbolt and the Pitchfork forcefully clashed with each other; it would lead to a perilous situation, while devastating all the three worlds with the potency formed by the imminent collision of the two dominant weapons. If something like that occurred, only two of them along with Poseidon, who was relishing in his kingdom, would be alive, while remaining everything could be ruined but Zeus, on being sentient of his brother’s nature, had given a special kind of shield to David, which could not let even a single diminutive spark to touch his skin.
The entire arena was obscured with millions of wind spirits and souls, while converting it into a truly nail biting war. Few of the spectators would also have purchased packets of popcorns if their recipe would have been invented by that time.
The most horrifying war of all stints began with a conventional trumpet, formally used by warriors to declare the war open. It was just a consecrated method so that the war could, in factual concepts, look like a real battle.
Most of the parts of the war were going to be in the air as it was a battle between wind spirits and souls. No one could hinder them, as they were determined and could do anything on the command of Zeus; as eventually, he had given them a shelter to live and eat.
Zeus and Hades, on either sides of the battlefield, were spectating the conflict between the spirits, while some chewed each other’s head, while some used to scratch each other ruthlessly but the most electrifying battle was going to be between the legitimately appointed warriors from both the sides.
On one side, was the most formidable wind spirit of Zeus, popularly known as Strolingus, whereas, on the other hand, was the potent hefty warrior of Hades, renowned as Merrandus.
They both landed on the Earth’s sacred land and began their terrifying conflict. Their conflict could be best described in the below given paragraphs.
The land, clout and weapon were same but the concept was of the fate and correct move attack and defense planning as well. Strolingus took out his sword from the sheath tied over his waist. Merrandus was also not less potent than he was, so he took out his sword too and a mind boggling battle between them was speculated.
The swords made many sounds as they touched each other. Few daggers in the conflict, were too used by both of them which made it more baffling to cognize the forte of more potent spirit.
Precipitously, Strolingus fell down and Merrandus did not hesitated but just put the sword above his neck. Strolingus was not less mighty than anyone was so he kicked Merrandus with his foot and stood up, while performing a three sixty degree. It was not tranquil for both of them but it was the stint when they could prove themselves and win the trust of their masters. They were actually the most prevailing warriors of Zeus and Hades, which had been born from the same foetus but had become the foes of each other because of extremely exceptional dreams and thoughts. Strolingus was an extremely well-mannered wind spirit and therefore, he chose to be with Zeus, whereas, Merrandus had a negative thinkin
g and wanted to command the entire world through ways which could be harmful for others and his pals as well, so he chose to be with Hades as he too was a potent god; not exactly heaven but surely hell.
The situation was reversed and once again the life of one brother was in threat. This time, Merrandus was lying down and there was a sword over his chest, which was the one and only sword of his brother, Strolingus. Merrandus didn’t have any other preference to get out so he endeavoured to apologize as he knew that Strolingus, on being an emotional spirit, could however, spare his young brother. The shield that he had worn was of no use to him as Strolingus had pierced it so that he could get a fine grip over him.
As talked in this entire thrilling story; the destiny, being a major factor of everything, held the supremacy of taking and giving as well. This situation can be a finest example to the above mentioned interpretation as how could it be possible that from the army of millions of spirits, only two of the best warriors were chosen, while they being actually, the parts of the same soul; separated from each other because of distinguished thinking and thoughts. Their sway and strength was same, if compared formally but the major factor in between being, their masters; one was the thinker of humankind, Zeus, whereas, the other was the creator of evil clouts, Hades.
Thoughts and intentions could be reprimanded but not exactly, the nocturnal. It was not at all that the sun’s rays were cutting off their path through the Earth from east but it was not something less also. The significant fact was that, the Earth had started revolving in the opposite direction, while creating twirls on its consecrated terrains.
Hell, Heaven and Earth; all the three dimensions were tampered. Millions of civilizations dwelling on Earth and other planets in such a wide spread universe died too but no one was there to care for them as their God, caretaker and angel was engaged in a ruffling war with a demon, the demolisher of the humankind and humanity, the most relentless and futile son of Chronos, Hades, who didn’t even know that he was made from humanity; not humanity from him. He could not deny the fact that his mother Rhea, was a human too but had been converted into a goddess by a renowned rite performed by his father Chronos. The reason might be that, some evil thoughts had covered her mind while she was about to give birth to Hades due to which, the bad reflection of some evil might have touched his body and also, it could be one of the characteristics of Chronos, as he was a brutal god; and what on Heaven could be more callous than a god ruthlessly gobbling and chewing his children just because of lack of self-confidence and trust on his children.
After all, how could a person, more pertinent to say, a god be so malicious towards his children that he had to eat them just because of a futile dream.
If Rhea could have been given the second chance to live in Heaven, she would have for once, said, “Hades is the biggest mistake of my life and Chronos, the first mistake of my life. It is good to see that two of my children have not derived any characteristics from their father. If it would have happened ever; I wonder, could this universe ever exist by the callousness showed by the remnants of Chronos.”
While she was counting the last breath of her life, she had given the duty of thinking for the humankind to Zeus, as she very well knew that he was the only one who could cognize her sentiments and lead the world to a better future with all the comforts and joys to the common people. Her body was buried in Asphaldite only and maybe, on being a goddess, she was viewing the brutal war between her two sons.
She was surely viewing it along with Chronos as they were, however, immortal. They could be paralyzed but not butchered exactly, forever.
Also, it was a little bit difficult for Zeus to kill his father but as he had done a lot of transgressions, had to be killed in anyway.
Coming back to the battle, there was a scream in the air and when Strolingus saw it; he found that Zeus had butchered his brother with the Thunderbolt. Zeus told him that there was a dagger in Merrandus’ hand due to which he could be murdered.
Hades burnt up in antagonism, when he saw that Zeus had butchered his chief warrior Merrandus. He did not wait but how ruthlessly, how relentlessly, he invited his formidable Pitchfork and only a few seconds later, Zeus saw the head of Strolingus, having fallen down on that sand, was dying off in pain. On seeing that, Zeus had no option than to permit his soul to part from that body and take birth as an insect. He released his soul and revitalized him by converting him into a mosquito which irritated Hades all the time while the war was going on.
Zeus was too much frustrated now and his patience had crossed its limits, while making him more furious than ever. He challenged Hades but didn’t eventually used his Thunderbolt; instead, he used a dagger as he knew that the explosion caused by the collision of the two powerful weapons could cause a lot of havoc in all the three dimensions. Zeus was a thinker of humankind, humanity and in some cases, evil as well and it was relevant for him to fight with a dagger, as he had not gone crazy, because using the Thunderbolt meant the devastation of the entire world.
The battle was perplexing and the lack of commentators made it more difficult for the wind spirits to recognize the god with the victory. Few wind spirits and souls were still fighting but they were stopped and absorbed by Zeus and Hades. A green coloured shade, falling on the smog and ground as well, remarked their conversion into more dominant gods. Their conversion was a rather spectacular prospect as they had transformed themselves into colossal ogres, somewhat like the Titans. They were however, goliaths only but having received some human genes from their mother, somewhat looked like normal people. They were gods actually but their appearance was like that of humans beings living on Earth.
Hades, while transforming himself, requested a shield from the dweller of the Tartarus, which he was provided after sometime but also he could not use his powers until he went till the Scythe.
“Let me go to the Scythe or else I shall slay you into pieces just like you did to the controller of time, my father, your father, father of Poseidon, and the most important, partner of Rhea, our mother,” Hades said in a very self-possessed voice while clearing Zeus from his way to Scythe.
Hades was walking but his footsteps were not able to make prints on the moisture sand as something had occurred; something very much extraordinary.
The globe started to divide into parts and as Hades endeavoured to move further, a shield hindered him. The other piece of land had gone far away from him but still he could reach it by the technique of tele-portal. It could only be possible after he had released himself from that pink coloured nebula like bubble, which had covered him.
It was a method opted by Zeus to prevent Hades from reaching until the Scythe. He had created a nebular structure around Hades so that he could be engaged in it by the time David veiled the Scythe. It was becoming difficult for Hades to survive as the toxic gases that created the nebula could also paralyze him but Zeus wanted someone to rule the Underworld, as he knew that the souls, on being free could cause a chaos on the Earth and horror as well.
It was his Thunderbolt, which had been the reason for the partition of Earth into two halves. The northern hemisphere was being separated from the southern hemisphere. It was also the presentation of the supremacy of Thunderbolt due to which other evil powers could be scared and kept away from the functioning of the universe.
Hades was endeavouring with all his might to overwhelm the clout of that nebula but he was entangled in it and finding a way to escape from it was extremely difficult for him as it was a trap created by the most formidable of all gods, Zeus. Hades was in a tough situation but he, having got the finest abilities of his father to escape those kinds of nebulae within a short span of time, chanted those holy words and finally devastated that nebula by making imminent collisions between stars and planets and while inhaling all the toxic gases and keeping them struck in his esophagus, he got out of that nebula and this time gave an open challenge to Zeus while adjusting his neck in the right place, which was slightly shifted due to explosions caused
by the collision of stars in the nebula.
Zeus was ready to battle with Hades and also, he did not have any fear of him but the main reason for him, not using his Thunderbolt, was that, the collision of it would ruin the entire world and in the service of people, for whom he lived, would no longer remain on the planet.
After many exhausting endeavours, they being each other’s brother, were now confronting each other and didn’t have any option than to battle.
Hades supported Chronos and obviously his Pitchfork was not less than the Thunderbolt but surely enough, it could be defeated if the gem attached on it was perished.
Although Hades was an Olympian, he spent most of the stint in his dark realm. Formidable in battle, he proved his voracity in the famous Titanomachy, the battle of Olympians versus the Titans, which established the rule of Zeus and now on his own, he wanted to lead the Heaven. Because of his dark and morbid personality, he was not especially liked by either the gods or the mortals. Feared and loathed, Hades embodied the inexorable finality of death.
His weapon was a two-pronged fork. He used it to shatter and ruin things he didn’t like. He also used the fork to break or demolish things that were in his way. Another type of his weapons was said to be a helmet of invisibility. The Cyclops gave this to him so that he could help in ending the war that was going on between the Titans and the Olympians long ago, after which Zeus had cut Chronos into pieces. The Helm allowed the wearer to not be seen, heard or felt.
Hades was, in reality, mightier than Zeus, as he had the supreme power of being invisible and while having the Pitchfork, he too, could neither be defeated nor paralyzed. He also had the clout to absorb all the spirits that eventually after losing, had to confront Charon, who was rather a ferry man of Hades. He carried the souls of the newly deceased across the rivers Styx and Acheron that divided the work of the living from the work of the dead.