For millennia, the Demigods-immortal, unstoppable beings with powers beyond mortal comprehension-have walked the Earth in secret, blending with humanity. But now, with the rise of the malevolent forces of Chaos, their ancient unity must be reforged...
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Beginning
The streets of London descended into chaos as people screamed and scattered like ants, fleeing from the convulsing earth. Cars swerved, windows shattered, and alarms blared. Most thought it was just another earthquake. But this was no mere tremor—it was a harbinger of chaos.
At the heart of the mayhem, two figures stood frozen in disbelief as an ancient nightmare emerged from the fractured streets:
A Giant.
Theseus stared at the monstrous figure in shock. “This is impossible…” he muttered, his voice tight with disbelief. “We drove them to extinction in the war. They shouldn’t exist.”
Next to him, Iolaus stretched his neck and summoned two gleaming swords into his hands, the divine metal humming with latent power. “Well, guess we missed one.” A wide grin spread across his face. “And it’s just one. What’s the worst that could happen?”
With a wink, he launched himself toward the Giant, moving with such speed that the air cracked around him. “Let’s make this quick.”
In a blink, Iolaus closed the gap, slashing through the creature’s arm with both swords. The severed limb hit the pavement with a wet thud, and the Giant howled in agony, its cry reverberating through the streets like thunder.
“How’s that for a warm-up?” Iolaus smirked, twirling his blades. “Hurts, doesn’t it?”
But his grin faded as something impossible happened before their eyes: the severed arm twitched, and in a matter of seconds, the muscle and bone began to reform. The hand regenerated with an unnatural smoothness, as if nothing had happened at all.
“What the hell?” Iolaus whispered, stunned.
“These things never had regenerative abilities before.” Theseus’s voice was low, anger simmering beneath the surface. His grip tightened on the hilt of his sword. “Something’s changed.”
The Giant, emboldened by its new strength, let out a guttural roar and began to lumber away, shaking the ground with every step.
“It’s trying to escape!” Theseus snapped. “Iolaus, cut it off before it reaches the open streets!”
“On it!” Iolaus bolted after the creature, his boots skimming the ground like a shadow. He leapt high, landing on the Giant’s back with a heavy thud, and drove one of his swords deep into its shoulder.
“You’re not going anywhere, big guy,” Iolaus growled, twisting the blade. The Giant roared and thrashed beneath him, but Iolaus held firm. “Theseus! Now!”
Theseus darted through the chaos with practiced ease, dodging debris and overturned cars. He stopped just ahead of the fleeing monster and unsheathed a sword that shimmered with radiant light.
With a powerful swing, he slashed the Giant across the chest, the searing blade cutting through flesh and bone like butter. The street cracked beneath the force of his blow, sending tremors through the surrounding area.
Police sirens wailed in the distance, growing louder by the second.
“Really not great timing,” Theseus muttered under his breath. “We need to end this before they get here.”
“No argument from me!” Iolaus shouted, still struggling to pin the writhing Giant. “C’mon, big guy, just go down already!” He grinned as he drove his second sword into the creature’s other shoulder. “There! That oughta hold you.”
“Theseus!” Iolaus called over the sounds of the Giant’s pained grunts. “Do that magic thing you always do!”
Theseus raised his hand, palm glowing with a bright, divine light. He began chanting an ancient incantation, his voice steady and powerful:
"Seeping crown of chaos, twisted vessel of madness. Boil over and defy! Numb the senses, flicker in defiance, and shatter the dream. Crawling Queen of Iron, crumbling doll of earth, unite and repel. Fill with dust and witness the void of your own powerlessness."
Light radiated from his hand, growing in intensity until it was as bright as the sun. “Prepare to face the wrath of the Athenian King!” he declared, eyes locked on the struggling Giant.
Iolaus smirked and patted the Giant’s head mockingly. “Well, it’s been fun, buddy. But I gotta bounce.” With a flick of his wrist, he vanished in a flash of divine energy.
A brilliant beam shot from Theseus’s hand, engulfing the Giant in a searing column of light. The creature let out one final, deafening roar before disintegrating into ash.
When the dust settled, Theseus exhaled slowly, lowering his hand.
The Shadowy Figure
Iolaus reappeared beside him, brushing off his jacket. “Well… that was kinda anticlimactic, wasn’t it?”
Theseus frowned, sheathing his sword. “This shouldn’t be possible. We ended them centuries ago.”
“No kidding,” Iolaus muttered, folding his arms. “How the hell is one of them still walking around? And regenerating, no less?”
“These things were supposed to be extinct.” Theseus’s voice was grim. “We need to find the others. If one Giant has returned, there could be more.”
Before they could move, a strange presence filled the air. From the shadows, a figure cloaked in darkness stepped forward, silent as a ghost.
The two heroes instinctively drew their weapons, eyes narrowing.
“How the hell did he get this close?” Iolaus muttered, gripping his blades.
Theseus took a step forward, his gaze sharp. “Who are you?”
The figure chuckled softly, a low and unsettling sound. “Who I am doesn’t matter. What matters is what’s coming.”
Iolaus scowled. “Enough with the cryptic bullshit.” He lunged forward, blades flashing—but the figure vanished before the strike could land.
“Damn it!” Iolaus growled, spinning around. “How’d he do that?”
“Theseus?” Iolaus glanced at his companion, who stood silently, deep in thought.
“He said ‘still,’” Theseus murmured. “Like he knows us… or was there when we fought the Giants.”
Iolaus crossed his arms. “You think he’s connected to them somehow?”
“These things never regenerated before. If they’ve evolved…” Theseus trailed off, his expression dark. “We might be in serious trouble.”
“So what now?” Iolaus asked.
“We find the others,” Theseus said, his voice firm. “If the Giants are back, this is just the beginning.”
Iolaus let out a low whistle. “Well, shit. Looks like retirement’s off the table.”
“Yeah,” Theseus muttered. “Something tells me we’re going to need everyone for what’s coming.”
The two heroes stood in uneasy silence, the streets of London eerily quiet around them. Somewhere in the shadows, the unknown figure watched, a sinister smile playing on his lips.
The storm had begun, and the battle was far from over.
