Orb of the Protogenoi

Silence

 

A few days earlier…

The sound of a table smashing against the wall echoed throughout the hallways in one of the chambers. Its doors were ajar and if one were to peek inside, they’ll see its’ content were scattered everywhere, as if a tornado had passed through. The one who had done this was sitting on top of toppled chair, breathing through his nose, an immense aura surrounding him while a gem around his neck glowed bright. But it wasn’t the same as before, swirls of darkness tainted it, and soon it will envelop the orb, and the wielder itself.

He was waiting for an answer from the two standing just the opposite of him. They were just looking at him calmly, waiting for the right moment to speak, while a corpse of a nymph lay beside their feet.

There were others hiding in a corner, cowering in fear that they may be the next one to lie beside the body, and they hid more when they noticed their master stood up, and used his hand to levitate a statue and threw it across the room, smashing it into pieces.

“Where are they?!”

None answered again, so he took the silent one’s collar and lifted him in the air, strangling him in the process, but the latter didn’t show any fear.

“Cronos, calm yourself.”

“How can I be calm when I’m in a room with imbeciles like you!” he shouted as he threw Coeus to a pillar and went to the other whom he spoke with. “Oceanus, where are they?!”

“They must’ve gone somewhere where we cannot track them. There are only quite a few places, but I think I know where.”

“Then tell me!” Cronos grabbed him by the neck.

“Even if I tell you it won’t change anything,” the grip on his neck tightened “but since you insist. It’s where I got the orb, but I don’t think they’ll stay there for long. Even I had difficulties in getting to that island. If luck is with us, half of them should be dead by now…or maybe all.”

“I don’t want them dead! Especially my dear sons. I want to be the ones to kill them! To see their faces in anguish as I squeeze their pitiful souls out of them! Their blood painted on the walls of these halls and their rotting bodies hanged on the gates of Olympus!”

“And it shall be done, Brother. Time is with us just have patien-“ He didn’t have time to finish when he was slammed down to the floor.

“You’re the one at fault, Oceanus! You should have got rid of that blasted woman when you had the chance!”

“If I’d done that, we wouldn’t have a world to rule, wouldn’t we?” he muttered, as he rubbed his neck.

“We?” Overshadowing him, he said lowly “Whose we? I alone rule everything that you see! All of you are just pawns in my game!” He turned to the corner where the others were hidden. “Be glad you’re still alive!” He blasted a ball of energy near the corner, just enough to make them scramble out.

“You three, clean this place up!” And with that, he walked out of the room, slamming the door shut, only to break it into pieces.

“What is wrong with him?!” asked Hyperion.

“I swear its stress, and he’s chewing us off because of it!” exclaimed Crius.

“It’s the orb.” Said Coeus.

“Yes.” Oceanus stood up, showing an impassive face. “It’s consuming him like a host eats his prey slowly from the inside. Only this time it’s the other way around