The God of Underworld-Chapter 45: The End Of An Era

The winds howled across Mount Othrys.

A gathering of gods, divine spirits, and warriors of legend stood at the summit, their gazes fixed on the distant battlefield.

There was no movement, no sound—only breathless anticipation.

Among them stood Zeus, Poseidon, Hecate, Hera, Demeter, Prometheus, Epimetheus, Themis, Campe, and the Five Underworld River Gods.

They had all fought, bled, and struggled to reach this moment.

Now, they waited.

Waited as the final clash unfolded.

Waited as Hades and Uranus battled in the abyss beyond the heavens.

From start to finish, they had watched.

They had witnessed Hades’ unyielding advance, seen Uranus’ desperate retaliation, felt the very fabric of existence tremble as the two deities reshaped the cosmos with their power.

They held their breaths as Hades used the absolute power of his darkness to defeat the once almighty king of cosmos.

Then...

The sky shook.

No, not just the sky.

Everything.

The primordial heavens themselves trembled and cracked as an unseen force rippled through the universe.

The universe weeped, as if mourning the loss of its once master.

Yes. Uranus has fallen.

A sudden, suffocating silence fell upon the world.

The gathered gods stood frozen.

Had it truly happened?

Had the overlord of the sky—the first ruler of the cosmos—truly been defeated?

For a moment, no one spoke. No one moved.

The silence stretched, pressing down on them.

And then—

A roar erupted.

A deafening, earth-shattering cheer.

"We have won!"

"HAIL HADES!"

"PRAISE THE KING OF UNDERWORLD!"

The words rang through Mount Othrys like a thunderclap.

Zeus threw his fists into the air, his lightning crackling around him.

Poseidon let out a victorious shout, his trident raised high.

Hecate closed her eyes, exhaling sharply before allowing a rare smile to grace her lips.

The Five Underworld River Gods bellowed their triumph, the echoes of their voices shaking the mountains.

Hera, Demeter, Themis, Prometheus, Epimetheus, and the rest of the rebel gods stood together, reveling in the moment.

The Titans were no longer the overlords of the cosmos.

The war, which had torn the heavens and earth apart, was finally over.

And they had won.

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On Hyperion’s temple.

The Titan of Heavenly Light opened his eyes, as he felt the cosmos trembled.

Even from the farthest reaches of the world, Hyperion felt it.

A cry—not of a man, not of a god, but of something far greater. A cry that reverberated through time itself, shaking the very order of existence.

It was the cry of the Primordial Sky.

Uranus was dead.

So was Cronus.

And with their fall, so too did the last vestiges of the Titans’ dominion over the cosmos crumble.

Hyperion sighed.

He sat alone on his throne, feeling lonely and lamenting the end of such ’glorious’ era.

"...So, this is how it ends," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

The final battle had come and gone, and he had not been there.

He should have been.

As one of the Pillar Titans, one of the four great pillars of the Titanomachy, it had been his duty to stand beside his brothers. To fight, to resist, to uphold the order they had once built.

But he hadn’t.

Instead, he had remained here, watching from afar.

He did not participate, because for three years since his defeat, he haven’t gotten over his ’trauma’ of Hades.

He lifted his hand slightly, flexing his fingers. The motion was slow, strained. His body, once brimming with celestial power, still bore the lingering scars of that battle.

Scars that ran deeper than flesh.

That battle against Hades... it had changed him.

He still remembered it vividly.

The darkness. The endless abyss that had swallowed everything. The spear that had torn through his divine form.

The chilling, suffocating presence of the Underworld King who had no hesitation, no mercy, no doubt.

The battle had ended with Hyperion’s defeat. He had barely escaped with his life.

And from that moment on... something within him had fractured.

The once-unshakable Titan of Heavenly Light had been consumed by shadows.

And so, when this final war erupted, when Cronus and the last Titans made their final stand, Hyperion had hesitated.

He had wanted to fight. His pride screamed at him to fight.

But he had been unable to move.

He clenched his fists now, glaring at his own hands as if they betrayed him.

"...How pathetic," he muttered.

The battle had raged on without him, and now, it was over.

The Titans were defeated.

Hyperion turned his gaze toward the horizon, where he could see the flickering remnants of divine power still lingering in the air.

The Olympians would rule the cosmos soon.

What would they do to him?

Would they hunt him down, like the rest of the Titans? Would they drag him in chains to kneel before the new rulers of the world?

Perhaps.

But Hyperion was tired.

If this was the fate he had brought upon himself by refusing to fight, then so be it.

He had no more will to resist.

"Maybe," he murmured to himself, "this is the punishment I deserve."

The Titan of Heavenly Light sighed once more, the last remnants of the past era fading with the winds.

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Atlas sat alone at the foot of Mount Othrys, his body battered, his strength all but drained.

His once-proud golden armor was cracked and stained with divine ichor. His club, which had led countless battles, lay broken at his side.

The battle had been ruthless.

He had fought with everything he had, leading the last remnants of the Titan army in a desperate stand against the Olympians.

But in the end, even his might was not enough.

He had fallen.

Defeated by Themis, Prometheus, and Epimetheus—his own kin.

And now, as he sat there, struggling to breathe, he felt it.

The shaking of the universe.

The sky screamed. A terrible, deafening cry—one that shook the very foundation of the cosmos.

Atlas froze.

He knew what it meant.

The Titans had lost.

Cronus, the Titan of Time, has fallen. And along with him was Uranus, the Primordial Sky, who had also died.

The war was over.

Atlas lifted his gaze, staring at the ruins of his once-great army.

His soldiers, the last warriors of the Titans, lay scattered around him, barely clinging to life.

Some groaned in pain, some stared blankly at the ground, and some did not move at all.

He clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms.

This was his failure.

As their leader, he had promised them victory. He had stood at the front, commanding them to fight, urging them to push forward.

And now?

Now, they lay in ruin.

Atlas exhaled slowly, lowering his head.

What would the Olympians do to them?

Would they execute them all? Would they chain them in the depths of the Underworld, doomed to suffer for eternity?

He hoped not.

His soldiers had fought because he led them. They had followed him because they believed in him.

They did not deserve to suffer for his failures.

"If anyone must be punished," Atlas murmured, voice hoarse, "let it be me."

That is his duty.

The duty of a leader.

For his subordinates...

He will shoulder even the heavens.

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The winds of Mount Othrys carried with them the echoes of victory.

A battle that had shaken the very fabric of existence had finally ended. The primordial sky had fallen, and with it, so too had the last remnants of the Titans’ dominion over the cosmos.

And now, through the rippling darkness, a figure descended.

Hades.

He stepped forward, emerging from the abyss, his black robes billowing in the winds of a dying battlefield.

His golden ichor still stained his hands, the last remnants of his battle against Uranus.

His eyes flickered with an unreadable emotion as he took in the sight before him.

They were all waiting for him.

And then—

A roar of celebration erupted.

"HADES!"

The gods and divine spirits cheered, their voices shaking the mountains as they welcomed the god of the dead.

Zeus and Poseidon were the first to reach him.

"Brother!" Zeus called out, his voice thunderous with joy.

Without hesitation, he clapped a hand on Hades’ back, laughing with unrestrained pride.

"You did it!" Poseidon joined in, gripping Hades’ shoulder and shaking him slightly. "The sky itself fell before you! You mad bastard!"

Hades exhaled, "It was nothing."

The next moment, Hera was in front of him.

Without hesitation, she stepped forward, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him into a warm embrace.

"Thank goodness, you’re okay," she murmured, resting her cheek to his chest.

Hades blinked, momentarily caught off guard, but he didn’t pull away.

Hera stepped back, she stared at his eyes, before pecking him on the cheek.

Hades stared at her, and he immediately caught the heated affection filling her eyes.

’...okay. I guess Zeus lost a wife.’

Demeter stepped up next, her amber eyes shining with mischief. She crossed her arms, tilting her head at him with a playful smirk.

"I have to admit, I didn’t expect you to come back in one piece," she teased, "but I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised anymore."

"True, you shouldn’t." He tilted his head towards her, as she chuckled.

She walked towards him, and following Hera, kissed him on the cheek, before giving him a gentle smile.

"That’s a ’you did well, I’m proud of you’ kiss." she stated, seeing Hades raised a brow at her. "And I’m glad you are well."

She completely ignored her younger sister who was glaring at her.

’It’s just kiss, why are you so mad? What would you do if I actually tried to climb his bed? Would you go insane?’

Though, those thoughts were never said.

She doesn’t want to piss off Hera.

Just then, the Five Underworld River Gods kneeled before Hades.

Each of them, deities who controlled the very veins of the Underworld, bowed in deep reverence.

"Lord Hades," Styx spoke first, her voice unwavering. "You have accomplished what no god before you has. The heavens themselves fell before your power."

Lethe, her expression unreadable, added, "We are honored to serve you, my lord."

Phlegethon, Cocytus, and Acheron echoed their sentiments, their respect unwavering as they swore their allegiance once more.

Hades regarded them for a long moment before nodding. "Rise. You have all fought well."

They obeyed immediately, pride gleaming in their divine forms.

Then—Hecate stepped forward.

Her eyes met his, unreadable yet filled with something unspoken. "...You have done well, my king."

Hades inclined his head, watching her carefully. "Yeah? Well, you’re a great partner, Hecate."

A rare, almost imperceptible smile touched her lips. "I’m glad you’re fine, Hades."

There was a pause—a silent understanding.

But before anything more could be said—

Campe lunged at him.

The dangerous, sexy, half-naked dragon girl latched onto his back, her clawed arms wrapping around his shoulders as she cackled with excitement.

"Master! Master! That was amazing!" Campe’s sharp fangs glinted as she grinned. "You killed the Primordial Sky! I knew you were powerful, but that was beyond anything I could have imagined!"

Hades sighed, though there was amusement in his voice. "Campe, get off me."

"Never!" she declared, tightening her grip.

"She’s not going to let go anytime soon," Prometheus chuckled, stepping forward. His eyes gleamed with mirth. "You know, I had already foreseen this outcome. And yet, even now, I’m still amazed to see it happen with my own eyes."

Themis, standing beside him, gave Hades a gentle smile.

"You have done the impossible," she said. "The old order is no more."

A hum of agreement rippled through the gathered gods.

The Titans, the rulers of the cosmos for eons, were no longer.

Hades exhaled, his shoulders finally relaxing. He looked around, taking in the faces of those who had fought, bled, and suffered alongside him.

They had all fought for this moment.

And now, they had won.

The cheers grew louder, their voices rising like a storm. Hades’ name echoed across Mount Othrys, shaking the very foundations of the world.

"HADES!"

"HADES!"

"HADES!"

The Underworld King simply stood there for a moment, watching them all.

Then, for the first time in a long time... he allowed himself to smile.

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At the edge of the universe, where existence itself trembled in the wake of Hades and Uranus’ battle, something stirred.

A crack had formed in the fabric of reality—a hairline fracture barely visible against the void.

But from within that darkness, something looked back.

A single, unblinking eye.

Its gaze was ancient, alien, and beyond comprehension. A presence not of this universe—something that did not belong to the laws of existence that governed the cosmos.

It had been watching.

Drawn by the unfathomable clash between the Lord of the Underworld and the Primordial Sky, this being had glimpsed into a realm that the ’outside’ were never meant to be seen.

And now, it had found a way in.

A deep, guttural sound reverberated through the void—not a voice, but a presence, something beyond language or thought.

Something.... ’wrong’.

Then, from the crack, countless twisting, writhing tentacles emerged.

They moved with purpose, searching, prying, trying to force the wound open. The very fabric of the universe strained against them, as if reality itself was rejecting this entity’s intrusion.

But it persisted.

The eye remained unmoving, locked in a stare so absolute that even the stars seemed to shudder beneath its gaze.

And for the first time, the universe felt small.

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End of Volume 1: The Titanomachy.

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