53 Babysitting that became a legend

Zeus sat cross-legged on a storm cloud, arms crossed, eyebrow twitching.

Baby Typhon was on her lap, gurgling happily as he chewed on a lightning bolt like it was a teething toy. HER lightning bolt was modified by Herobrine.

"I don't get paid enough for this," she muttered, though technically, she wasn't getting paid at all.

Gaia had dumped the baby in her arms and disappeared with a cryptic "Since you helped make this mess, you clean it."

Zeus had no idea how babysitting her adorably monstrous little guy who possibly could be her step-son*Ahem, had anything to do with her.

Maybe she did go a little overboard borrowing Ender's money and partying for a week straight.

And, sure, maybe she had been a bit of a bad influence on Satan, which led to him pranking her with this whole baby situation.

But come on. She was Zeus.

She wasn't made for childcare! She was made to rule Olympus!

The moment of truth came when Zeus, in a moment of frustration and boredom, decided to take baby Typhon outside.

Big mistake.

The moment she stepped into the mortal realm, the humans freaked out.

A radiant golden goddess descended from the skies with a storm cloud throne, in her arms, a child wreathed in swirling winds and molten rock, his laughter echoing like rolling thunder.

Wherever they passed, lightning struck, the ground trembled, and ominous shadows danced.

It looked like a divine prophecy or a declaration of doom.

Mortals began whispering legends that Zeus, the Sky God, had asked Mother Earth to give her a child and was now raising him to challenge the Evil God of Destruction, Herobrine.

Some worshipped her as a noble protector, others feared that Typhon would one day rise and destroy the gods.

Zeus, meanwhile, was too busy trying to get Typhon to stop chewing on temple pillars.

"By the Fates, STOP THAT! That's structurally important for my temple!"

Typhon giggled and spat out a chunk of marble.

Are the mortals watching?

They immediately wrote it down as a divine omen.

(Nether)

Meanwhile, deep within the Nether, Satan was chuckling to himself.

"Hehehe, this is perfect! Those mortals are probably writing myths about Zeus raising a world-ending baby! My prank will go down in history!"

Then, suddenly—

The temperature dropped.

Which was terrifying, because this was the Nether.

A shadow loomed, and Satan slowly turned, his grin vanishing as he saw—

Gaia.

Angry Gaia.

The kind of anger that made planets tremble.

Satan gulped.

"H-Hi, Mommy."

Gaia smiled.

And that was worse.

"You used your innocent baby brother as a pawn in a prank," she said sweetly.

Satan immediately tried to explain—

"I-It was a harmless joke! Zeus is fine! The mortals love it! No one got hurt!"

Gaia nodded.

Then, without warning, she snapped her fingers.

The ground rippled, and Satan found himself sinking into the Earth itself.

"W-WAIT! WAIT! I CAN EXPLAIN—"

With a soft rumble, Satan vanished.

(One Eternity (or an Hour) Later...)

Somewhere in Hell, Satan was now stuck inside a literal time-out.

He crossed his arms grumpily, sitting in a magma-filled cavern that Gaia specifically designed to be just boring enough to torture him.

There were no pranks to pull, no chaos to cause.

Just eternal silence and the distant sound of magma bubbling.

"Ugh, this is cruel and unusual punishment," he muttered.

A tiny magma imp peeked from behind a rock, snickering.

"Aww, little prince got grounded~?"

Satan snapped.

"YOU THINK THIS IS FUNNY?!"

He started chasing the imp, and after a few hours of chasing the imp, he finally got hold of the demon.

"Now, should I roast you in Netherfire or feed you to Hoglins," Satan muttered, holding the demon by ears.

(One Eternity… or an Hour… Later in Hell)

Somewhere in the depths of Hell, Satan was suffering in a way he had never experienced before.

An occasional lava droplet would fall from the ceiling.

With an ominous plop.

Every.

Few.

Minutes.

Satan had counted 666 plops already.

His eye twitched.

"This is cruel and unusual punishment," he muttered.

That's when he heard a snicker.

He turned his head sharply, and peeking out from behind a jagged rock was a tiny magma imp, its eyes glowing with mischief.

"Aww, little prince got grounded~?"

The imp cackled.

Satan's grumpiness exploded into fury.

"YOU THINK THIS IS FUNNY?!"

The imp yelped and darted away.

Satan immediately gave chase.

The cavern shook as Satan ran after the imp, his clawed feet stomping on molten rock; the imp zigzagged through the craggy landscape, its bat-like wings flapping frantically; Satan leaped over hellfire pits, his eyes glowing red.

The imp darted between stalagmites, cackling as it narrowly avoided capture.

"Too slow, princey~!" it taunted.

Satan growled, summoning a nether-flame spear and hurling it; the imp dodged, the spear embedding itself in a wall, which promptly exploded into a new tunnel.

Satan didn't stop; for hours, the cat-and-mouse chase continued; they ran through forgotten tunnels and ancient ruins, past bones of titanic demons and crystals glowing with eldritch power.

Until—

With one final leap, Satan snatched the imp by its ears.

"GOT YOU!" he roared, holding the wriggling demon up like a trophy.

The imp squirmed but couldn't escape.

"Now…" Satan muttered, a sadistic grin creeping across his face.

"Should I roast you in Netherfire… or feed you to the Hoglins?"

The imp gulped.

As Satan's laugh echoed through the caverns, something stirred in the depths of Hell the ground rumbled, and the magma shifted, forming thrones of obsidian and spires of dark stone.

A new realm was forming.

Unknowingly, Satan had staked a claim in a land that Hell itself coveted; the energy here was raw, pure, uncontrolled, a perfect domain for any would-be Hell Lord.

When other demon kings and warlords sensed this power, they would fight for it, believing it to be a gateway to dominion over Hell itself.

This place—born from punishment by Gaia to her son, would become a neutral ground for the damned, where demons, devils, and fallen gods would gather to debate, scheme, and wage wars of wit and power.

But for now…

Satan was just a grumpy little demon prince holding a terrified imp by the ears, completely unaware of what he had just created.

Meanwhile…

Far away, in her garden, Gaia watched everything through a floating mirror

And she smirked.

"Well, well, well… look at what our little troublemaker has done."

Because Satan, in his quest to escape boredom, had unknowingly started the greatest conflict Hell would ever see.

"Well, Lilith always wanted control of Hell," a voice is heard behind Gaia as two strong arms casually wrapped around her.

It was Ender, resting his chin on her shoulder, his tone both casual and amused.

"And Satan, for some reason, has an unusual compatibility with it… so this was the perfect opportunity, no?"

Gaia hummed thoughtfully, swirling her milk as if contemplating an ancient secret.

Before she could respond, another voice scoffed.

"Obviously! He is our son," Lilith snorted, arms crossed, watching the mirror with thinly veiled pride.

"I would expect nothing less from him—he was born to unite and rule Hell one day."

There was a moment of proud maternal silence.

Then, something odd caught Lilith's attention.

Her eyebrows twitched as she focused on Satan in the mirror.

The little prince, grinning like a devil, had pinned the imp down and was now mercilessly tickling it with—

"Hey… is that my feather?!"

Lucifer, who had been silently sipping Ambrosia, suddenly snapped to attention, pointing accusingly at the mirror.

Everyone turned to look.

Sure enough—Satan was gleefully tormenting the imp with a large, radiant feather.

One that clearly belonged to Lucifer.

A heavy silence fell upon the garden.

Then, all eyes slowly turned to Ender, Lucifer narrowed her eyes in suspicion.

Ender, meanwhile, suddenly found the sky very interesting.

"…I have no idea how that got there."

Lucifer crossed her arms.

"Ender, I need an explanation now!"

(Back with Zeus - Earth)

Zeus finally got Typhon to fall asleep after hours of thunderous tantrums.

She sighed in relief, flopping onto her storm cloud throne.

Down below, the mortals were building temples and writing epics about her great task of raising the Doom Child of Mother Earth.

She stared at them blankly.

"I swear to Fates if they write another prophecy about me..."

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Zeus won't be in the harem btw, I am just trolling the character.