Prologue (The Daemon born escapes from Tartarus.) The world starts to burn.

The Daemon born, an emissary of both Cronos and the Titans, is sent to the mortal plane on a mission of vengeance. After arriving on Earth, and vowing to free his Titan brethren, the Daemon born sets about attempting to destroy the Titans Olympian offspri

 

The gods’ war revisited. Prologue.

 

            Finally- At long last -The salvation of the Titan gods’ was now complete.

 

            With the jewel of chaos now set within the head of the staff, and the butt end of the staff firmly planted in the rocky and barren surface of Tartarus. The Titan gods’ were now at last ready to send their emissary of vengeance to the world of men.

 

            The artifact that the Titans had named “gods’ thorn” had been crafted by Cronos himself to be a conduit between the plane of mortalsand Tartarus. The conduit would allow, once fully charged, the passage of the Titans’ and their immortal allies from their prison of Tartarus to the world of mortals and eventually mount Olympus itself.

 

            For it had been since time and memorial that the Titans’ and their allies had lost their war against their Olympian offspring’s and their allies; only then, for most of the Titans’ and their allies to be flung into the pit of Tartarus by none other than the ruler of the Olympian gods’ Zeus himself.

 

            Zeus had even dared mock the once powerful and much older Titan gods’ by saying, “Now you shall be condemned to a fate that none of you shall ever escape.”

 

            With that, Zeus had flung most of the Titans’ and their allies into the pit of Tartarus where it was thought that they would never escape.

 

            For the Titans’ that had not received this fate, like those that had sided with the Olympian gods, had been allowed to stay. Still some of the others that had opposed the younger gods’ had been forgiven or simple dared to turn against the Titans’ only to join the Olympian gods’ in the hopes of escaping the fate of the Titans’. Those few Titans’, who had not been forgiven such as the Titan Atlas, was condemned for all eternity to bare the world upon his shoulders.

 

            Zeus had even mocked the Titans’ yet further by dropping the star stone of oblivion into the pit of Tartarus along with the Titans.

 

            The star stone of oblivion had been the bane of the Titan gods for the entire length of the gods’ war.

 

            It had been the artifact that had robed the Titans of their immense power by fading the followers of the Titans from time and existence.

 

            With most of the Titan gods followers gone, faded from existence, the Titans’ powers was greatly diminished which eventually lead to the downfall of the Titans and their allies.

 

            The fact that Zeus had dropped the star stone into the pit of Tartarus had never been lost on the Titans.

            This final mock was to show to the Titans that there was no hope of escape from their imprisonment within Tartarus.

 

            With this final mock, the Titans thought, would come the Olympian gods’ undoing.

 

            For the star stone had the magical property of, when planted within the ground and within the borders of a land, to erase from time and existence the very people, places, and life of the land forever.

 

            This had been why the Titans had lost the war; for the star stone had erased most of the Titans followers, whose worship had given the Titans such power.

 

            This would be the tool of the Titans salvation. The artifact that once caused the loss of the war for the Titans would now win it for them.

 

            The irony was not lost on any of the Titans. For the artifact that had been forged by none other than Hephaestus himself to be the bane of all Titan kind, to bring about the downfall of all the Titans, would now be used in the same manner to bring about the downfall of its creator and his kind.

 

            All this was made possible because of a young Zeus’s arrogance.

 

            With all the preparations now complete, the Titans were now ready to send their emissary on its quest of vengeance and destruction.

 

            Their emissary would be what the humans called a “daemon born”. Though a “daemon born” was not actually born of a daemon, rather it was a lesser Titan. Most of its body was deep shadow given substance and the blood that flowed though its veins was colder than the frozen wastes of Tartarus.

 

            The “Daemon born” would be the perfect emissary for the Titans plans. For the “Daemon born”, once unleashed upon the Earth would show no mercy to the many souls it would slaughter and would not pause in its sowing of chaos through the world. It was the energy of chaos that the lesser Titan required for it to fuel the jewel of chaos if the lesser Titan was to free its brethren and their allies from their imprisonment within Tartarus by powering the jewel of chaos and ripping a rift between the would of men and the barren land of Tartarus.

 

            Now as Cronos activated the jewel to send their emissary to the plain of mortals, Cronos knew that the power the jewel held now would only be enough to send their emissary to Earth. However, if everything went according to plan, the chaos that the daemon born would unleash would soon be enough to free them of their own imprisonment. For the very nature of the Daemon born was such that it was linked with the jewel and all the chaotic energy that the Daemon born would absorb would be directly feed to the jewel and when the power was sufficient would release the Titans and their allies from their imprisonment.

 

            The jewel now glowed with a deep red that seemed to embody the very hatred the Titans held for their Olympian offspring’s.

 

            As the jewel powered up a thin, small, and jagged line appeared before the Titans and their assembled allies. The jagged line, which ran from top left to bottom right, seemed to be a wound on reality itself. A second after the jagged line appeared it split in two and the two opposite sides of the jagged line began to move apart. A second after that the edges stopped, and a portal now remained. The portal stood six feet tall and three feet wide.

 

Beyond the portal, on the mortal side of the portal lay a beautiful meadow, with a large rock to the left side of the portal and a large oak to the right side. All around the meadow lay tall green grass. Suddenly a fawn came bursting through the tall green grass, its white spots that speckled its brown fur was beautiful to behold, but not so, to the Titans, who thought of it merely as a waste of existence. As the fawn approached the portal it sniffed it once, then twice, and pausing in front of the portal, looked beyond it to what was before the fawn, its eyes settling on the Titans. Sensing then the danger it was in, the fawn bolted for the tall grass it had just come from and the safety beyond.

 

            This landscape, this world of Earth, when the war between the Titans and the Olympians was over, and the Olympian gods lay defeated, would be remade in the Titans own image. Full of horror, hatred, fear, and pain the likes that had never been seen before, with no mercy shown-not even to the Titans followers.

 

            As the fawn finally disappeared from the Titans sight, the Daemon born stepped forth from among them, to stand in front of the portal. The Daemon born stood before the portal, starring at the meadow before him just for a moment before looking sideways and back at Cronos.

 

            “Go! Do not fail, for our need for vengeance cannot wait.” Said Cronos as he starred at the Daemon born.

 

With that, the Daemon born turned back towards the portal and started to step through and into the mortal plain. As the Daemon born did this, Cronos thought to himself of the second reason that the Daemon born was selected as their emissary of evil, and that was since it was a lesser Titan, it would not be as easily sensed by the Olympian gods.

 

With that, the Daemon born passed through the portal and into the mortal world, ready to wreak its vengeance upon an unsuspecting Earth.

 

With the Daemon born now on the other side of the portal, the jewel lost all power and the portal closed behind their emissary leaving his Titan brethren and their allies to wait in Tartarus for their plans fruition.

 

Author's Note

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