chapter 14: THE REASON AND THE TRUTH (PART 2)

Demos turned to his mother, a mix of emotions swirling inside him. "You're... CRIMSON S. Sparta?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

His mother smiled, her eyes shining with a deep warmth. "Yes, Demos. I am."

Demos' mind was reeling with questions, but before he could ask any of them, he felt a sudden pull. He realized he was being drawn toward his mother. As he looked at her, he saw the various markings on her body, including one on her arm that looked identical to the one on his own arm.

"Hey, put me down! I can walk," Demos said, trying to wriggle free. "And why do I feel like I'm connected to you?"

His mother didn't respond to Demos' questions. Instead, she inspected his body from head to toe. "Hmm, I didn't expect you to awaken your unique ability already," she said. "And of course, you would feel a connection to me. I'm your mother."

Demos rolled his eyes. "'Mother this,' 'mother that.' I don't believe any of that bull. Give me proof."

His mother sighed. "Okay, it's going to be a long story. Give me a second."

She materialized two chairs and sat down, gesturing for Demos to do the same. "I gave birth to you," she began. "I know it sounds silly, but keep in mind that I'm a goddess."

Demos raised an eyebrow, trying not to laugh. "How is it possible for me to be speaking to a god, and that same god is saying she's my mother?"

His mother smiled. "Yes, I'm a true god, and the first Queen of Sparta."

Demos burst out laughing. "Ahahahahahaha! So, you're trying to tell me that the first king banged a god and had my father, the second king?"

His mother's expression turned stern. "Yes. And don't try to be rude, even if you're my child. I will discipline you."

Demos felt a chill run down his spine at his mother's words. "So, how is my father now my brother?" he asked, trying to process the complex family dynamics.

His mother's expression softened. "It's easier to show you my memories of what happened."

As she finished speaking, Demos felt a wave of dizziness wash over him, and he fell unconscious.

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Her memories

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Demos found himself in a dark space where he could only see memories bubble floating around. He stepped forward and touched one of the memory bubbles. As he did, he saw a vision of three men facing a man who wielded a hammer that released lightning. One of the three men, who were facing the man with the hammer, was covered in the same markings that Demos saw on his mother.

As Demos watched the memory bubble, he saw the battle unfold between Thor, the powerful God, and the trio of Hercules and Hermes, two Gods, and Leonidas, a transcendent who became a demigod. The battle was fierce and intense, with the three fighters fighting valiantly against Thor's overwhelming power.

Hercules and Hermes, knowing they had to come up with a plan to defeat Thor, decided to sacrifice themselves to give Leonidas the opportunity to land the final blow. Before they made their ultimate sacrifice, they made a promise with Leonidas to recreate a kingdom for their people, a kingdom where four different races - the Elves, the Faeries, the Dwarves, and humanity - could live in peace and harmony.

With a fierce cry, Hercules and Hermes launched themselves at Thor, distracting him long enough for Leonidas to strike. With a mighty roar, Leonidas swung his sword, striking Thor with all his might. Thor let out a deafening scream as he stumbled backwards, his power waning. Leonidas took advantage of the opening, striking Thor again and again until finally, the God fell to the ground, defeated.

As Thor's body dissipated into nothingness, Leonidas felt a surge of energy. He became aware of a new presence within him, a presence that would change him forever.

But his newfound powers came at a great cost. Hercules and Hermes had sacrificed themselves to give Leonidas the chance to defeat Thor. The first king of Sparta knew that he would never forget the sacrifice of his friends, and he vowed to use his newfound powers to protect his people and ensure they never had to suffer the same fate as previous fallen kingdoms.

"I will fulfill that promise I made with you, my brothers," Leonidas declared, his voice echoing through the memory bubble. "I will keep your people safe."

Demos saw the fight unfold, his eyes filled with fear as he watched the first king kill a God. Demos turned to the next memory bubble, stepped forward, and touched it to see the next memory. Demos saw his mother, Crimson Winter Snow, marrying the first king, Leonidas, and the moment when she gave birth to her son.

The sun shone brightly on the majestic city of Sparta as King Leonidas prepared to marry his beloved, Crimson Winter Snow. She was a vision of loveliness, her long, silky, smooth, and white hair cascading down her back like a river of moonlight. Her piercing emerald eyes sparkled with beauty, captivating all who laid eyes on her.

As the guests gathered around, a wise old man stepped forward, his one eye blazing with furious intent from beneath his tattered eye patch. "I curse this union!" he thundered, his voice echoing through the city. "This disgusting bastard killed my son, and now he's marrying my fucking granddaughter! May this union be forever tainted by the blood of the innocent!"

The guests gasped in shock, but before anyone could react, a woman's voice cut through the silence, startling the old man. "Hey, you old bastard, what are you trying to do?" she said, grabbing the old man by his ear and pulling him back down to his seat. "He is not to be blamed; it's that bitch who cursed my son's fault."

The ceremony continued, with the wise old man's curse hanging in the air like a dark cloud. Finally, the moment of truth arrived. "You may kiss the bride," the priest declared, his voice dripping with solemnity.

Leonidas leaned forward, his lips meeting those of Crimson in a tender, loving kiss. The guests erupted into cheers and applause as the newlyweds turned to face them, their faces radiant with happiness.

From that day on, Crimson was known as Crimson S. Sparta, queen of the Sparta kingdom. And when she gave birth to a strong, healthy son, Leonidas' heart swelled with pride.

"We shall name him Cool S. Sparta," he declared, his voice filled with emotion. "And he shall grow up to be a great king, ruling Sparta with wisdom and courage."

The guests cheered and applauded once more, as Leonidas held his newborn son aloft, his eyes shining with joy and pride. Crimson smiled, her silky, smooth, and white hair shining in the sunlight, as she gazed lovingly at her husband and child.

Demos wasn't expecting to see his mother give birth to his father; that's when he realized she didn't have the markings on her. He smiled and made his way to the next memory bubble, where he saw the lifeless body of the first king lying in her hands. Two gods told her that he died fighting the Titans.

Demos watched in awe as the memory unfolded before him. He saw Crimson, her long, silky, smooth, and white hair flowing behind her, standing in the beautiful gardens of the kingdom of Sparta. Two gods, Hades and Ares, approached her, carrying the lifeless body of Leonidas.

Crimson's eyes widened in shock and despair as she beheld her fallen husband. Ares did not bow their heads in shame. Instead, they wore a faint, sinister smile, their eyes gleaming with a knowing glint. It was as if they were waiting for Crimson's grief to ignite her inner fire.

As Crimson's eyes locked onto the body of her husband, her face contorted in a mixture of grief and fury. "How could you let my husband die?" she screamed, her voice echoing through the gardens.

Ares' smile grew wider, their eyes sparkling with anticipation. "The course of the losing battle has been set in motion," they said, their voice dripping with intensity. "And you, Crimson, will be the one to change its outcome."

Hades stood beside Ares, his eyes gleaming with a fierce inner light, as if he too were eager to join Crimson on her quest for vengeance.

As Crimson's anger reached its peak, two blades appeared beside her. The blades were attached to two chains, their dark, malevolent presence seeming to draw the very light out of the air. The blades seemed to thirst for blood, their edges gleaming with a hunger that seemed almost alive.

Crimson noticed the last drop of Leonidas' soul essence beginning to dissipate. She knew she had to capture it, to keep it as a memory. With a swift motion, she reached out and contained the essence.

As she did, Ares watched with interest, but said nothing. Crimson's tears fell like rain, and with a sudden movement, she tore through the void, stepping into the midst of the battlefield.

The battle was dead silent. The gods from Olympus sensed Crimson and felt the greatest fear of their lives. Some of the gods whispered among themselves about the tragedy that had occurred that day - her awakening.

"A catastrophe is upon us," a god said, his voice filled with fear.

As the gods beheld the blades, they stepped back in concern, their minds linked in a telepathic network as they shared their fear. "Crimson, do not unleash your wrath upon us," they pleaded, their voices echoing in each other's minds.

Her rage ignited, Crimson turned upon the gods and titans, killing both with equal ferocity. She slaughtered 650 titans, 809 gods from Olympus, and 14 lesser gods from Asgard.

The gods and titans trembled before her, their fear palpable as they beheld the destruction she wrought. Crimson's name became synonymous with terror, her legend living on forever as a cautionary tale of the dangers of unleashing one's wrath upon the world.

And so, she received the title, bestowed upon her by the gods and goddesses themselves: "The Goddess of Sparta" and "The Goddess of Madness and Destruction."

Demos was gobsmacked the devastation that happened he laughed and said

Demos speaking :hahaha so that's the art work meant

Demos turned to the next memory bubble, where he watched as his mother, Crimson, closed herself off from the outside world inside a room in Asgard. Her grandmother, the Queen of Asgard, tried to speak with her, but to no avail. Crimson never answered.

Crimson sat alone in her chambers, the same room where her grandfather, the King of Asgard, had once presented her with a legendary spear as a wedding gift. The room was dimly lit, the flickering torches casting eerie shadows on the walls.

Her grandmother, the Queen of Asgard, entered the room, her regal presence commanding attention. "Crimson, my child," the Queen said, her voice soft and gentle. "I've come to speak with you. The war is over, and the gods are at peace once more. But I sense that you are not."

Crimson's eyes remained fixed on the floor, her jaw clenched in a mixture of grief and anger. The Queen approached her, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder.

"How do you cope, Crimson?" the Queen asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "How do you deal with the loss of your husband, and the weight of your newfound power?"

Crimson's silence was palpable, her emotions locked deep within her. The Queen's eyes filled with compassion, understanding the depth of Crimson's pain.

When her grandmother left her chambers, Crimson used her unique ability to tear the void open and enter the chambers of nothingness. She tore open the void once more, this time to the land of Sparta, where she saw her husband's kingdom in ruins.

Releasing her divine senses, she tried to find out if anyone was alive. But what she discovered left her reeling - every single one of her people had died. Yet, she sensed a faint presence, barely holding on to life.

With a wave of her hand, Crimson tore a hole into the ground, careful not to harm the person in the underground prison. She stepped into the cell, unsure of who it was, but feeling a blood connection rush through her veins.

As she looked upon the person, she realized it wasn't her son. Using her power to read his mind, she discovered the shocking truth - she had been missing for 37 years, and this person was her grandson.