Danmachi Familia from Hell

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- That's when we received the warning - Damien confessed. - A warning that, in our foolishness, we ignored.

Crozzo's hands trembled at the memory of that event. Due to disbelief and ignorance, it became the darkest night in his family's history.

- My relatives and I were in the forge located on our estate, crafting magical swords ordered by the army. We had been working tirelessly for hours, striving to provide our people with as much strength as possible in a war that had already gone on far too long. - The red-haired man fell silent, his voice becoming increasingly hoarse, as though every word he spoke aged him by a year. - When I finished working on a blade imbued with the element of wind, I decided to test its power. I didn't swing it with much force, knowing I was in an enclosed space full of other people and didn't want to harm anyone.

If you truly didn't want to harm anyone, you would have cut off your own hands upon realizing what your god was doing with the weapons you crafted, thought Landgrave. The first Crozzo must be weeping in heaven, seeing how far his descendants have fallen.

- I made just a light flick of my wrist. As expected, it produced a gentle breeze meant to slightly clear the air in the hot, smoke-filled room. But that gentle breeze... suddenly transformed into a hurricane - he said after swallowing hard.

He remembered it all vividly. A true tornado had formed in the very heart of their forge, destroying anvils, hammers, and other tools, yet miraculously sparing everyone from injury. When the clouds of dust began to settle, he saw dozens of otherworldly beautiful figures.

- The cyclone destroyed everything in its path, and when it subsided, I saw them - Damien continued, drenched in cold sweat. - Spirits.

Belakher's angry gaze was replaced by shock, and even on Hades's stone-like face, slightly raised eyebrows and narrowed pupils in disbelief could be discerned. However, these differences were microscopic, visible only to the elf. Ares may have known his uncle for an unfathomably long time, but he hadn't spent enough time with him to notice such changes in his icy demeanor.

- They looked like women whose beauty could easily rival, if not surpass, that of the goddesses I knew. Unfortunately, their heavenly faces weren't adorned with smiles but expressions of anger, grief, fury, and disgust - he said, bowing his head as low as he could. - Then one of them, a blonde with golden eyes, dressed in a blue gown and floating above the ground like the rest, spoke to us.

- What you are doing goes against the will of Ursus and your ancestor. If you do not cease your disgraceful acts, your gift will become a curse - the blonde beauty said to the blacksmiths trembling before her majesty. - We warn you out of respect for our sister's decision to share her power with a man of noble heart. However, the next time you turn your magical blades against the innocent will be the last - she declared, her expression as cold as a winter's night.

- Then she raised her hand, and a green wind enveloped them all. They disappeared as quickly as they had appeared - Crozzo continued. - I immediately informed Lord Ares and His Highness of the incident...

- The king probably said, "The war is already won. We will not risk a conflict with such powerful beings." - Hades cut in the words of Damien. - But you, my beloved nephew, said something like, "Who cares about the chatter of a bunch of witches?!" Or "These women have probably forgotten that they were created by gods?! Therefore, a god like me might as well destroy them!" Am I not right? - he asked, already knowing the answer to that question.

Ares didn't answer, he just bowed his head and clenched his fists in anger. Did his uncle really liked so much humiliating him?
In reality, Hades didn't feel the slightest pleasure in tormenting anyone. Even when he threw souls to Tartarus for damnation, he didn't get any satisfaction or joy from the work he did. However, he knew that his nephew had to be tempered as sharply as possible.
Hera, who had waited a long time for her child with Zeus, was first happy to hear that Hephaestus would soon conceive. However, when the goddess of blacksmithing was born with that "disgusting eye" as her mother called it, the Queen of heaven felt disappointed and couldn't show love to her daughter.
It wasn't until Ares came into the world, who seemed perfect on the day of his birth, that she felt true maternal instinct. The battle maniac grew, the more handsome and stronger he became, and his proud mother allowed him to do almost everything. Meanwhile, Zeus never put much effort into raising any of his children, being too busy with his love affairs with his mistresses. Because of this, the god of war grew up to be an arrogant and idler with a much too high opinion of himself. He often engaged in open combat with Athena, incited Dionysus to cultivate his aggressive nature, and provided Hades with more work than he could count on by creating endless and bloody wars between the inhabitants of the Lower World.
Even the thunderer could not remain passive in such a situation and directly told his son that if he were not the child of Hera, he would have thrown him off Olympus long ago! This was enough to shake the god of war. He remained a mindless enthusiast for fighting, but his aggression and frequency of getting into conflicts with the rest of the gods significantly decreased.
For this reason, Hades believed that openly pointing out his nephew's stupidity was the only way to teach him something.