Roman Reigns smut and fluff book

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"without the humans worship, brother, we will cease to be immortal!" Zeus bellowed, his brother Posiden wanting to give the humans mercy for defying them. Zeus was watching his creation turn on him, anger filling his eyes. His once beautiful humans had turned on him, just like Hades had predicted they would.

"they destroy my statue and I'm just supposed to show them mercy?" Zeus's voice boomed. Posiden wasn't afraid of his brother by any means but he was tired of his arrogance "perhaps that's the problem brother, you demand to much of them" Posiden said, disappearing in a splash of water. Zeus wasn't going to listen to anyone, his arrogance was always his downfall.

"I will have order!" Zeus bellowed, slaming his fist onto the arm of his throne.

On earth, acrisius, king of Argos was leading an army of men to a siege on mount Olympus. He grew tired of being forced to obey whatever the gods wanted. He dreamed of a world where humans would be able to live without being forced to worship the gods to feed their immortality. Like Zeus, his arrogance would eventually lead to his downfall.

Zeus, angered that acrisius had destroyed his home, visited the Queen of Argos, acrisius wife, Danae, while acrisius was away. He disguised himself as the king, and ravaged Danae in a way that acrisius never could. When Danae realized it was Zeus she had slept with and not her husband, she tried to hide it, but Zeus' sees had begun to grow in her womb. When acrisius discovered the child wasn't his, he put Danae and her newborn child in a wooden box and threw them into the ocean.

Zeus having seen this, struck acrisius with a lightning bolt, horribly disfiguring him. Acrisius had no choice but to hide in the underworld with Hades, plotting his revenge, seething at the idea of Zeus' downfall. Hades, tricked by his brothers into the underworld, was all to willing to help acrisius, but made him wait until the time was right "the child is the key!" Hades haunting voice echoed "he is the key to Zeus' downfall! Time is on our side, my friend. Here let me share some of my power with you" Hades said, putting his hand to acrisius' forehead.

"you can now do all the things I can do, my army is at your fingertips. But until the child is grown he is off limits. If you break this rule, you will lose the power I've given you" Hades said, waiting for acrisius' answer.

Acrisius agreed, though begrudgingly "off you go. I will let you know when the day comes. Until then keep yourself busy."

In the Mediterranean sea, a small fishing boat had heard what sounded like a baby crying. They had come across a wooden box floating in the middle of the ocean. The closer they got, the louder the babies cries became.

When they reached the box, they opened it to find Danae dead, and a child wrapped carefully in her arms, as if her last breath was given to protect her child. They closed her eyes, laying a coin in each one, a tribute to Charon, the ferryman.

The woman grabbed a blanket, wrapping the baby in it, his cries settling when she pressed him against her "Perseus" marmara said, looking up at her husband, who gave a nod of agreement.

As the child grew up, his parents never told him about how they found him. They saw him as a gift from the gods. A gift that they cherished and loved as their own. He grew to love fishing the seas, making the couple wonder if he was the son of posiden.

Off the shores of Argos, Perseua saw townfolk tearing down the statue of Zeus. They tied ropes around it, pulling it to the ground, the stone shattering as it hit "why do they provoked Zeus?" Perseus asked, before a loud screech echoed across the water. A creature of death flew over them. It's wings tattered and firey, as if it had been destroyed previously only to be brought back again.

The tail of the creature flicked the top of the sail, sending the fires from its body into the ship "Perseus! We have to out the fire out!" His father yelled, grabbing a bucket and giving it to Perseus. Before Perseus could scoop up the first bucket of water, another creature crashed into the boat, turning it on its side. It sank quickly, trapping his parents with it. Perseus swam quickly to the boat, trying to free his parents before the sea consumed them. Pulling as hard as he could on the boat, only for it to fall further into the abyss.

He swam to the surface, his lungs burning for air. At the surface, the debris of other sunken ships scattered across the sea. Perseus had crawled on the last remaining piece of wood that could hold his weight before passing out.

10 years later

Perseus sat alone by the fire, aware of the possible creatures that could come from the forest. Giant scorpions, hades' flying minions, and boundless other creatures that stalked the night. All his men were asleep, blissfully unaware of the danger that could appear at any time. He envied their ignorance, envied their ability to think the best of every bad situation that had occured on their journey to find the stygian witches.

His wife, Katerina, had been pulled to the underworld, prisoner of Hades insidious plot to get his father back for trapping him in the underworld in the first place. Perseus knew it was a trap and Katerina was the bait, but he had no choice. He wasn't going to let his wife be the bride of that walking corpse! The more he thought about it, about Hades laying his hands on his wife, the angrier he became.

Zeus has offered him his help, but Perseus had refused "I don't need the help of a god!" He yelled at his father, his eyebrows furrowing "why didn't you save my family when the boat capsized?"

"Perseus, that wasn't your family! I'm your family!" Zeus's voice boomed, hoping he could talk some sense into his son.

"some father you are!" Perseus scoffed, as Zeus disappeared. He knew Perseus would eventually come around in time, right now the wounds of losing those closest to him were still raw. He understood his son's anger but if he didnt learn to control it, it would be his downfall.

The sound of a branch snapping brought him out of his thoughts. He Drew his sword, fully prepared to fight whatever creature the forest had conjured up. A moment of silence, his breathing quick as if he was ready to run. A sudden neighing changed his stance. His breathing slowed as a peagasus appeared.

"the peagasus!" He turned around to see his best friend Adonis, walking towards him, in awe of the peagasus "it's a rare gift and only given To those chosen by the gods!"

Perseus rolled his eyes, disdain on his lips, but he decided to stay quiet, fearing what the others would do if they knew he was the son of Zeus.

Peagasus began to neigh in fear, the ground began to tremble, and Perseus saw the trees being thrown. Out of the forest a tower figure emerged, only one eye in the center of it's forehead. Hades had thrown Perseus his first hurdle, a cyclops.