Titanomachy lll

Cyclopes and Hekatonkheires.

Imprisoned for their monstrous appearance by their own father, Ouranos.

Then freed by Cronos to help with restraining the weakened primordial, fed promises of freedom and then cast down when the deed was done. As far as they could tell, which was not much but still worrying, like father like son.

But still, they would forge the weapons, but who said they couldn't have countermeasures hidden within them. No one would know. No longer would anyone play them like a fiddle.

And so the Cyclopes began forging weapons for the gods. The first..they fashioned a living lightning bolt for the lightning god that freed them.

A name not given for the weapon as it had been made with a 'little' countermeasure unlike the weapons. Should it be used against the Hekatonkheires of Cyclopes, it would self destruct, taking his divinity with it according to how much Zeus pumped into the weapon.

The second weapon was a trident, meant for a god of the oceans. It had the ability to create earthquakes and tsunamis with but a slam of it.

The third had been helm. It gave Hades invisibility and the ability to instill fear.

The fourth….had been forged into something completely different. A gigantic casket that housed anything Aemond would want...including divinities.

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Far above the pit. A battle raged on. "FEEL THE POWER OF THE SUN!" A chariot dragged the Titan of the Sun across the sky as he rained sown fireballs upon his enemies.

A blast of barely visible energy barely held the fireballs at bay. "COWARD!" Hera raged as she stopped the attack from reaching her sisters. "WILL YOU NOT FACE ME, HELIOS?"

Hestia and Demeter traded powerful blows with the Titan of Mortality, Iapetus. Fire scorched around his back as his spewed his own torture chains across the ground, searching for Demeter as she released her seasonal fury upon him.

Only a couple miles away, Poseidon barely hung onto his immortal life as Hyperion, The Titan of Light, cast beams of superheated energy on him. "GIVE UP LITTLE GODLING!"

The sea god had to block with his bare skin as he, in his fury, formed giant water constructs to bash the Titan with. "You cannot kill what you cannot touch Poseidon." Hyperion blasted a shower of light from his giant fingertips.

*ZIIIIUUUMMMMM*

*BOOM*BOOOM*BOOOOOOOOOOOM*

"Did you hear that Hades? Those are your siblings being annihilated." Atlas laughed cruelly as Hades's shadows wrapped around his body. The Titan of Endurance could not be bothered as he simply stood and let it happen. "You cannot stop us."

"You talk to much." Hades says coldly. "My brother shall wipe you all out. Who will be laughing as we imprison your daughters in Tartaros?" Hades says with a cruel smile on his pale lips.

Atlas's laughter stops immediately. "Hmph!" Hades snorts as the ground underneath The Titan rumbles, the ground trying to swallow him.

"HA!" The Titan punches towards Hades. The force of which propels a tornado towards the seclusive god.

The shadow of the tornado whips into it, dispersing it.

The dark gods lips morph into a subtle smirk. "How weak."

"The talkings of a dead ant walking.!" Atlas roars out as he leaps to his enemy, "DIEEEEE!!!"

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"ƉĬĘĘĘĘĘĘĘĘĘ!!" The King of the Cosmos screams as he swipes his scythe about, trying to kill the roach-like god.

Hordes of Aemond look-likes pour out of a broken mountain, each shouting profanity and curses as they swarm the Titan of.....agriculture.

Traps of all kinds sprang forth, enhanced with divine energy to do abysmal damage, yet enough to annoy the Titan all the same.

"HAAH!" A beam of cyan magical energy, blasts into Cronos, knocking him back a bit.

Aemond follows up with, giant translucent swords fell from the sky as summoned chains restricted his movements. "Perhaps you didn't know, im the god of magic also." The clones voice out simultaneously.

"And I want that scythe." They all said as they rushed for it.

"ӍĀƮƮĘȒȘ ŇŌƮ ĬŇȘĘƇƮ!" Waves of energy are released, throwing up tons of dirt, stone and even whole mountains. "ƮĤĘ ƑĬȒȘƮ ƮŌ ƤĘȒĬȘĤ ŴĬŁŁ ƁĘ ŶŌȔ"

'Dammit! I need more practice with using my dream walking in the middle of combat.'

"This is not how this works!" The slippery god says. He begins to chant with a small group of his clones.

Cronos, seeing the opportunity, swings his scythe down. *CHINGGGG* This sound rings out as its blocked by a similar weapon.

"Ā...ƇŁŌŇĘ ŌƑ........ӍĘ!?" Cronos exclaims in shock as the figure that blocked the attack is an exact copy. "ĤŌŴ!?"

"You do not know the person you're dealing with."

'Not a clone, just a Cronos from another timeline I could've created. Pulled by a chant of summoning. Although it drained me of alot of power….it was worth it.'