Athanasios Perseus Apollyon - The Forgotten Tide

Chapter 10: Underworld Journey

My journey to the Underworld was more than a mere visit; it was a quest of introspection and resolve. My father had instructed me to comfort Hades, though under the guise of visiting the rivers of the Underworld. I made my way through the darkened realm, steeling myself for the task ahead.

Upon arrival, the eerie silence was broken only by the distant whispers of the River Styx. As I approached its edge, I could feel the weight of countless souls pressed against the waters. I was to remain discreet, observing and aiding my uncle without revealing the true purpose of my visit.

Flashback: Meeting Iapetus

My thoughts drifted back to an encounter from centuries before. Iapetus, a titan of immense power, had been an enigma to me. When I first met him, I was brash and full of youthful arrogance. Our initial confrontation was less a fight and more a test of my resolve and skill.

I remember vividly the clash of our powers. Iapetus stood towering over me, his presence a reminder of the ancient and unyielding forces of the world. His eyes were pools of ancient wisdom and disdain. Our battle was intense, every strike I made was countered with a sheer force that nearly overwhelmed me. Despite my best efforts, he barely seemed to notice my attempts.

Yet, as the fight progressed, something shifted. I adapted, honing my technique and strategy, and finally managed to land a hit that earned a begrudging nod of approval from Iapetus. He was impressed by my persistence and growth, and it was then that our true interaction began. We spoke of power, responsibility, and the ancient ways of the Titans. It was through this conversation that I learned the gravity of being a god and the responsibilities it entailed.

Training with the Piercer

Back in the present, I made my way to the edge of the Underworld, where the river's black waters flowed like an endless abyss. Here, I was met by Iapetus, who had taken on the guise of the Piercer, a formidable figure of immense strength and skill.

Iapetus, now reformed and living in secret, had agreed to train me as a final test before I could truly claim my place among the gods. His training was brutal, designed to push me to my limits. The Piercer's instruction was rigorous and exacting, testing not just my physical abilities but my mental resilience.

Every day, I faced challenges that seemed insurmountable. I was forced to confront my deepest fears and weaknesses, each trial more grueling than the last. Iapetus watched with a critical eye, offering guidance only when necessary, pushing me to learn from each struggle.

Journey Through Tartarus

The ultimate test came in the form of a journey through Tartarus. Iapetus, recognizing my potential, believed this trial would prove my worthiness. As I descended into the dark chasms of Tartarus, the air grew heavier, and the very ground beneath me seemed to pulse with malevolent energy.

The monsters of Tartarus were unlike anything I had faced before. They emerged from the shadows with ferocity and rage, their forms grotesque and menacing. Each battle was a test of endurance and strategy. I fought with every ounce of strength I had, my weapons clashing against the monstrous hordes.

During these battles, I encountered titans who had once been mighty and feared. Their presence was both awe-inspiring and intimidating. Despite their ancient power, many of these titans were weakened and disheveled, their forms a stark contrast to their former glory.

Amidst the chaos, I met Pallas and Perses, two primordial beings who had been cast into Tartarus. They had a stoic and noble demeanor, their presence both reassuring and formidable. Over time, we forged a bond, sharing stories and experiences that helped me understand the true nature of power and duty.