Danmachi Familia from Hell

3

- Cora - Hades spoke calmly but firmly. - Can you stand up?

The God of the Underworld spoke to the young woman lying behind him, not taking her eyes off the two monsters in front of him.
Brown-haired woman was unable to answer. Who was this man? How did he know her name? And why did she feel so strange being around him? She had no right to know the answer to any of these questions, especially the last one. The gods had only appeared in this universe a few months ago and none of them had visited her village yet. In fact, she had only heard rumors from travelers that they had seen a god or goddess, and these were treated rather with a great deal of uncertainty and doubt. After all, it was not so easy to believe that their guardians, who had always lived in another world, had suddenly appeared in a land given to mortals.
However, if Cora had met any other deity than the king of the dead, the feeling would have been exactly the same. These beings, despite their muted power and partial change of form, were still gods. They exuded an aura of superiority that seemed to reassure mortals that they were not impostors or madmen standing before them, but the actual guardians of their kind.

- I understand - he said, more to himself than to the black-eyed.

The pain caused by the goblin's claws, the fear, the shock and his aura. It was natural that someone who had never experienced so many such strong emotions at one time could experience a momentary mental breakdown.
The pain tore his heart apart seeing the state of his beloved, but he couldn't let his emotions overshadow his sobriety in making decisions. He was a much calmer and composed type of person than his younger brothers, who caused storms because of any ailment. If he turned around to help Cora, the golbins would immediately pounce on him from behind and tear his spine to shreds. First, the threats had to be eliminated, and then the wounded one had to be taken care of. It didn't take long for an opportunity to get rid of the beast. Goblins were really extremely stupid, even for monsters. Other species born in the Great Hole were able to use makeshift weapons or create simple formations. Meanwhile, these minions knew only one strategy: "forward".
The green abominations moved almost simultaneously towards the god, but not even an eyelid on his stern, cold face twitched. He threw his bident like a spear towards the approaching enemies. It seemed to woman watching from behind that god had missed. His weapon flew between the enemies, it could not hit any of the goblins. She was wrong. He only focused his eyes on the bident, and blades parted, giving itself a bigger blast radius. Bident was supposed to fly centrally between the monsters, and by changing its structure at the last moment, it did not give them any time to react. Creatures could only widen their jaws in surprise when the weapon pierced their foreheads, causing immediate death.
Hades did not waste a moment. His weapon, apart from the ability to transform to a small extent, could also be telepathically summoned to the owner's hand regardless of the distance that separated them. God took advantage of this second function. Every second counted. Even the few he would spend running up to the weapon and pulling it out of the ground. He really wanted to help the peasant trembling with fear, but he couldn't afford that either. Otherwise, many of the village's inhabitants would pay the highest price.
He set off, but not in search of more beasts, quite the opposite. He was looking for a place devoid of any life. He ran like a madman, feeling that his current form was really limited compared to what he could do in heaven. He sweated and panted like a horse during a race, and he only ran a little over two hundred meters. Finally, he reached the edge of the village, where there were no people. Here he could afford to carry out his plan.
His brother Zeus, who was always bathed in hot water, was one of the first to descend to the Lower World. Thunderer was certainly not stupid, unlike his son Ares, but he was impulsive and did first, then thought.
Zeus descended with his followers deeper and deeper into the Great Hole every day. He did not know that the lower he went, the more powerful the beasts were born there. One unfortunate day, the group he led was surrounded by war shadows, which resulted in the death of one of the adventurers. Zeus, seeing his servant's heart stop beating, fell into a rage and did not keep his power in check. His divine aura leaked out. The god's subordinates who witnessed this felt dominated, humble and ready to obey any command of the god. However, the monsters and the entire environment reacted differently. The monsters ignored everything else, just to get to this strange being. Just as mortals were unable to oppose a god presenting his divinity, the monsters could not resist the uncontrollable desire to kill him. The dungeon itself reacted immediately. An absurd number of furious, bloodthirsty beasts emerged from the cave walls. They existed only to tear the body of the thunderer to shreds.
Fortunately, Hera's servants joined the fight soon after and managed to defeat the horde of shadows and then safely retreat to the surface.
Upon learning of this, Ouranos completely banned all gods from descending into the abyss.
Great Hole, which was soon renamed the Dungeon, seemed to be somehow alive and had limited consciousness. It reacted to the appearance of the threat posed by the god like an organism to a disease. The human body fevered to kill the virus, and the Dungeon gave birth to an immense number of creatures or ones different from the average to achieve the same effect.
Thanks to the prayers of the primordial god, Dungeon remained in a state of stupor and peace. However, even he could not counteract its defensive reactions, nor could he foresee how terrible the consequences would be if the creatures created in these circumstances went to the surface.
For Hades, this story was instructive. Thanks to it, he knew how he could force the monsters to leave the villagers alone. Just as Hestia, almost a thousand years later, used her power to stop the fight between Bell Cranel's group and Mord Latro's gang, jealous of the Little Rookie's rapid development, Hades summoned the orcs and goblins that were ravaging the village. His silhouette was covered in multi-colored light, his raven-black hair waved, rising up despite the lack of the slightest breath of wind, and the ground around him began to shake. For the monsters, it was louder than any scream, although the god of the Underworld made no sound. Regardless of whether they were destroying someone's home, chasing residents, or eating human flesh. All these disgusting abominations followed as if hypnotized towards the lord of the dead, ignoring everything and everyone in their path. It
didn't take even a minute to reach the place where Hades stood. Golden-eyed counted nineteen goblins and six orcs. Nineteen red-stained green runts and six pig snouts with human flesh between their teeth.
Patron of the fallen was probably one of the most composed gods in heaven. He was one of the few, even insignificant, people who didn't tremble like a worm at the sight of an angry Hera. He himself very rarely gave in to a fury, and provoking him to aggression was in most cases impossible. However, when he did fall into a rage, only his closest ones had a chance to calm him down, but even they didn't always succeed. The last time he felt such anger was the "Slaughter of Tartarus" that took place millions of years ago. The last time, not counting today.
He was the god of death and he understood the cycle of life. People killed animals for food and skins, animals killed out of hunger or in self-defense. Monsters were different. Disturbed or left alone, full or stomach, it didn't matter at all. These creatures existed only to cause chaos.
Did the attack on this village anger him? Yes. Did the sight of the massacre of innocents cause veins to appear on his body? Yes. Were these the reasons why he stared at the group of beasts so hatefully? No! While purifying souls, he saw hundreds of thousands of similar situations. He reacted to each one with disgust and compassion for the victims. But that day he didn't frown, nor did he feel sorry for the dead. Anger had taken over him completely, for these insects had dared to make the woman he loved cry, and in return he had shown them why in the Upper World only fools would seek quarrel with him!