The Primae

Primae and Pagans

3rd POV

Mt Olympus, Zeus's throne room

Zeus in his Greek form with golden bracelets around his wrists, with a pure white toga as he carried a small black box with claws wrapped around the sides and a demon face on the front and top creating a mouth like design as another deity wearing golden armor and a helmet with a sword along his side appeared from the portal as well. "Thanks Heimdall." Zeus said. "Hopefully you were successful in your mission Zeus." Heimdall said. "Not without sacrifice, my son Hermes is dead after 2,000 years." Zeus said sadly.

"My heart bleeds for your loss but you can grieve later now do you have it." Said and elderly man in shining armor with an eye patch covering a scar on his right eye. "I haven't failed Odin but I know those Primae will be on the hunt for us till the end, for now lets deal with the Primae we have now." Zeus said handing him the box. "What's this?" Asked Odin. Zeus looked at him coldly before answering. "The casket of the Primae child... Pandora's Box..."

Washington D.C., White House, Western Primae HQ

As Chaos, stood in the presidential office gathered around Chaos who sat at the president's chair leaned back feet on the table. "The deities have exploited the only weakness we possess: vulnerability at youth." Chaos said. "Wait what vulnerability?" asked Bellum. "You see we are all born and grow at a faster rate when young but as we get older that stops and we enter our immortal state, but in the first hours of our birth we are like the dieites: mortal, susceptible to death but our power is raw and untamed so mother and father seal the youth's power away to calm it down which will also become ineffective as we get older." Intellectus explained.

"Exactly Intellectus good to see someone knows." Chaos smirked at his younger brother. "Mother once told me before my imprisonment that I am the only exception as my time of weaknesses was over before I was born." My brothers all looked at me with raised brows of confusion.

"Well any leads on a location?" Chaos asked expecting a pleasing answer. "Regretably nothing we have used this era's search technology and magic of our kind to scan but the power of the dead child is still emanating and creating blind spots all over the globe."
Intellectus said. Chaos shut his eyes in anger but a fire started somewhere burning hotter than the sun's core.

"Well look for what those deities believe are their domains split into teams and begin the search, I will head out first for the domain of the deities created by the false chaos." Chaos said prepared to depart. "Wait where exactly are you going?" Asked Bellum. "Why to Mt. Olympus young brother."

Mt. Olympus, between Tartarus and Gaia

"Great grandfather we will require your assistance in this time of war my son has already been killed, will you awaken and aid us?" Zeus asked to a formless darkness.

"Yes my descendant I will fight in this war as will my children and all other beings in my domain." Said the dark void as it formed bones and a black beating heart and muscles and finally flesh. It was Caucasian man in tattered robes with unruly black hair and small galaxies for eyes.

Chaos' POV

Orbit over Greece

As I floated in between this world's attraction and the vastness of space I felt the atoms cluster and travel from the sun to me or heat as it's called I focused myself to the task at hand.

I decided if the new way doesn't work take a step back in your methods, when I was with Mother and Father before the beginning I learned my senses were infinitely stronger than in comparison to a human if I got even the slightest scent of my target there was nowhere they could hide from me even in space. So I took in a whiff of this side of the world as the smells and scents hit my senses each continent smelled different but ironically accurate to them.

Asia smelled like air pollution and industries and the natural smell people emit.

Africa had a scent of nature and unsurprisingly people as well as the faded scent of evolution.

Australia reeked of fish and beaches as well as the surrounding ocean.

And finally Europe the smell of humans was drowned out by the smell of blood and death: the history of humanity centers around Europe, not even the smell of sophistication and industry of England, that smell was nothing in comparison to the stench of deities and it's putrid scent was as if they were all together at once.

As I narrowed the smell to the deities place of residence: Mt Olympus "Well they can hide their presence but that smell can't be hidden from me." I felt my blade Obexos tug at my rage pushing me to tear them apart and mutilate them till their power faded from their bodies. I gave in reaching towards my back where the blade appeared clutching it tightly as I whispered to it lightly. "Just let them know I am here." I told it softly as I pulled the blade back charging it to break through that mirage of their precious mountain, I hummed a song appropriate for the situation as The Obexos swirled and vibrated with energy I plunged the blade through the roof and into the halls of Olympus.

3rd POV

Mt Olympus, Throne room

The Norse and Greek/Roman and other numerous pantheons conversed over what should be done with the body after the brains finish examining it.

"I say each and every one of you is absolute fools!! The Primae are beyond powerful they're so skilled in controlling every aspect of the universe that even the death of one of their newborn children sends a ripple of power greater than if all kings of each pantheon died." Called out a short ash covered god with a limp and a hammer.

"Hephaestus if you have nothing to say other than speaking aloud your fears and worries then silence your tongue before someone else does." Reprimanded Zeus. "What did you learn from the body, anyway to kill them?" Asked Zeus. "No way at all, the child was in a state of weakness it appears." He answered. "A state of weakness huh? Is their any way to recreate that state."

Just as Zeus finished that sentence a blade was driven through the roof stabbing Hephaestus in his limping leg. As the two pantheons were pushed back by the shockwave Hephaestus cried out in blistering pain from the sword that killed Hermes.

"Hahaha!" Laughed a voice filled with darkness and bloodlust eminating power and wrath. "Must be my lucky day, I hit the jackpot."

As Chaos in a black & red trench coat with complex designs on it like circuit boards, a black v-neck shirt with a leather vest jacket over it and black jeans with red designs with black & white shoes on floated down next to Hephaestus not even noticing him kicked him away to retake his sword leaving a trail of blood from him to Chaos.

As he did that Hephaestus screeched so loud that it was almost unbearable. Chaos just brushed it off placing the sword on his shoulder as all the deities gasped as they looked back to him who was completely oblivious to the leg still attached to the sword...