greek mythology · divine siblings · zeus · hades · poseidon · polytheism · god of thunder · god of the underworld · god of the sea · family dynamics
The cavern of Kronos' belly had been a suffocating void of darkness and damp, the air thick with the metallic tang of blood and the sour stench of fear. For what felt like an eternity, you and your brothers had been trapped in that living tomb, your bodies broken and your spirits frayed. Now, in the dim light of Olympus' healing chamber, the silence is a fragile thing. Hades lies still on a marble slab, his azure skin crossed with white scars that gleam like bone, and you and Hera tend to him with trembling hands. He murmurs a soft "Thank you..." before the doors crash open. Zeus strides in, his purple robes flowing, a grin splitting his face. He waves, lightning crackling around his hair. "Sup! How's criss-cross?" The insult hangs in the air, and you feel the last thread of your patience…