The world, despite its fixed state in the Greek realms, still has places that nobody but a select few can reach.
Realms hiding within realms. Planes of existence that are up, down, and sideways, hidden so deep under the layers of reality that only those who know exactly what they are looking for can access them.
Just like how it would be impossible for the ignorant to simply dig down into the earth, hoping to find the Underworld, only to find dirt, rock, and, if they dig deep enough, scorching magma. Or how it would be impossible for someone to simply fly into the skies of Greece and hope to find Mount Olympus, the home of the gods.
Such places of power require specific invitations from those who are linked to the realms in some way, or for those who seek them to know exactly what they are looking for and have the raw power required to breach the veils that separate them from reality as a whole.
It is in one such realm that the three enigmatic beings born of Nyx herself call home.
A realm that only they, and those that they invited, like the Titaness Rhea in the past, and Kronos even before her, and so many others, could ever hope to reach.
Yet, this realm that had always remained calm and peaceful was now facing an upheaval of unprecedented scale.
Purple energies of Hakai roared across the realms, spreading across its infinite space with a ferocity not seen since the Titanomachy.
And the source of this power was none other than Brolios Asterion, the God of Destruction, Nature, and the Lost.
At the center of the realm, facing the three sisters that dictated the fate of the entire realm, the god stood with his arms folded and his power fully unleashed for the first time in his life, uncaring of the damage that he was always mindful of.
No. It is better to say that he was pushing himself to his absolute limit instead of simply letting his power go.
His hair, which usually shone a distinct purple along with his eyes when he used his domain, was now a vibrant emerald, while his eyes held that purple glow, yet were also tinged with a pale yellow that would send chills down anyone's spine.
This was a form that he never dared use in the outside world lest he end up destroying everything he holds dear.
A power that was his birthright by blood.
A power that once terrified the Kai of his original home and the King of his original world.
A power whispered with awe and fear across his old universe.
The power of the Legendary Super Saiyan.
And facing this legend whose temper had finally cracked were none other than the three sisters known as the Moirai, the Fates.
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I felt my anger surge with every second that passed. My innage madness stemming from the power of my Legendary form threatening to consume me whole.
But I kept my cool with relative ease thanks to the intensive training I put myself through precisely for a time like this.
Because I know that, should the day ever come when my family is truly threatened and I need to unleash my full power, it would not do for me to destroy the very family I swore to protect.
I stared down the three sisters who had been meddling in the lives of my family for so many years, despite the many warnings and many beatings I gave them.
Clotho, the youngest, took on the form of a young woman with long black hair and eyes. The very same eyes that now sported loss as she stared down at the broken object of power in her hands.
It is she who spins the thread of fate for all living creatures, including my family, despite the many warnings I gave her.
So, today, I destroyed her spindle with my own two hands.
Lachesis, the middle one of the three, took the form of a mature woman with long, braided blonde hair and beautiful hazel eyes. Her eyes holding a similar sense of loss but also a strange sense of resignation as she held the broken measuring rod in her hands.
She is the one who measures the length of the threads, representing the lifespan as well as the events that would transpire in the lives of a being, including my family.
So, I broke that rod into two.
Finally, Atropos, the eldest of the sisters, took on the form of an old crone. The form that is most associated with the three sisters. A consequence of how they always chose to appear as old women to most beings in existence.
She stared at me with loathing. But there was also a strange look of understanding in her old eyes as she held her broken shears.
She is the one who cuts the threads when the time comes for a being's end, as well as deciding how said being dies.
Originally, I did not wish to break her shears, because I know the necessity of death and the concept of an end for everything. Even for immortal beings like us. It was one of the first lessons that the Oni back in my old world taught me.
However, she would not stop meddling in the lives of my family along with her sisters, so an example had to be made.
The three sisters stared at me as my Hakai continued to surge, burning their skin and exposing what truly lay beneath their physical forms.
The very concepts that they embody. Their true, divine form.
A form that would lead to the end of any being that is not an extremely strong God, like an Olympian, or the very pinnacle of the first generation Titans.
Yet, I did not care one bit.
"This is my last warning to you three. The next time you meddle with the lives of my family for whatever schemes you concoct, I will erase you three from existence."
The three did not answer. As expected.
It has always been like this.
No matter how much I beat them up, no matter how many times I attack them with my Hakai, no matter how many times I bring them to the very edge of oblivion, they never speak.
They never answer any of my questions. They never give me their reasons.
But this time, they have gone too far, so I will not let things be.
With a thought, I let go of my conscious leash from within my heart and fully unleashed all of my training.
At once, my Ki surged, and the very realms started to tremor. An impossibility, given that we are currently in a void that belongs solely to the sisters. A place that has no set physical form.
Yet, it happened anyway.
My hair straightened further as my form bulged and expanded.
Legendary Super Saiyan 2.
But I did not stop there. I kept pushing.
My hair lengthened further, my body bulked up even more, as the very realm around us started to show cracks in its framework.
Super Saiyan 3.
By this point, the sisters no longer had a humanoid form. Their humanoid disguise burned away by my sheer presence, revealing the eldritch beings of pure concepts that they were.
Yet, I did not stop.
'I need to make a point this time. I need to show them what will happen if they meddle in the lives of my family ever again. They need to see the Devil that I once was. One that I can embody once again if it is for my family.'
My form bulked up even more as my hair kept its length. My tail now swaying wildly behind me as fur started to creep across my body beneath my armor.
The transformation barely took a few seconds, but by the end, I could tell, despite their forms no longer having a face, that the three were genuinely scared now.
How could they not be when the very realm started to fall apart around us under the sheer pressure of my Ki?
Such is the power of Super Saiyan 4 stacked on top of my godly form, a form that is already an equivalent of Super Saiyan God from my old world.
I felt my inner Oozaru roar in joy and anticipation as I merged my consciousness with its innate nature, the very act that allowed for this transformation in the first place, as I stared down the three that had been meddling with everything I hold dear for so long.
"I will not accept your silence any longer, Moirai. I will no longer accept you remaining silent when I demand something of you. I need an answer."
"Because, if you choose to remain silent even now, I will destroy this realm, and you-"
"Do you think we care if you destroy us?"
I fell silent as Clotho's voice rang out in the realm. Her physical form long since dissipated into an abstract concept that only a god could identify and distinguish from the darkness of the realm.
I felt her other sisters try to restrain Clotho, trying to stop her from speaking. But it was too late, it would seem.
I felt Clotho's sneer despite her formless state, just like I felt her glare.
"Go ahead, Olympian. Destroy my sisters and me with that foul domain of yours. But it will make no difference."
"Even if you erase us completely from the very fabric of reality, something else would rise to take our place."
"In our place, a new set of beings, or maybe even a singular being, would rise to fulfill our roles."
I felt the raw anger in her tone as she spoke her next words.
"Hopefully, whoever takes our place is strong enough to give you such a devastating end that your very soul-"
"Enough."
Atropos's tired voice rang out, immediately stopping Clotho's rant.
Seeing that the three were finally ready to have a proper talk after so many years, I reeled my power back in, stopping the collapse of the dimension.
Yet, I did not retract my Super Saiyan 4 form.
That I will only do if the answer I get from these three is satisfactory enough.
In response to my act, the three once again condensed their physical, humanoid forms.
"Leave, child of Rhea. You have made your point."
I shook my head at Atropos's words.
"No. Not until you promise that you will not meddle in my family's lives again-"
"No. We will make no such oath."
That statement genuinely enraged me even further.
However, her following words stopped me from taking action.
"Because we literally cannot make such an oath even if we wanted to."
"....What do you mean by that?"
Her ancient eyes locked gaze with my own.
"You will know when the time comes."
"Not enough-"
"I, Atropos, swear on the name of Chaos that you will understand the truth when the time comes."
That had an instant reaction as the ancient gaze that I once felt at the end of the war once again fell on us.
However, this time, it held a feeling of annoyance as it locked onto us.
It is a truly suffocating feeling.
Finally, I let go of my transformation and stared down the old woman, who now collapsed to the floor under the sheer power of Chaos's gaze.
"...Why go so far instead of simply speaking the truth? Why are you so insistent on meddling with my family and making me your enemy? Do you not understand that I can literally erase your existence from the fabric of reality, as your sister said? Do you not fear a permanent end?"
For some reason, her gaze held a strange warmth and amusement as she stared me down while being helped up by her sisters, who were now glaring at me with loathing clear in their expressions.
"Because, Brolios Asterion, you are not ready for the truth just yet. All you need to know is that what we do, we do out of necessity, not out of maliciousness or pettiness."
"....That is hard for me to believe given what you made Zeus do while I was away-"
"Oh, come off you moral high ground!"
Lachesis snapped at me with her hazel eyes, glaring at me with utter hatred.
"All we did was nudge the mind of that fool a little. Everything else he did? It was all his innate lust and paranoia."
"We simply put the suggestion of eating Metis in his head. He was the one who was too weak-willed to resist it and directly ate her up, just like his father."
I sneered at her words. Her twisted logic giving me the urge to laugh.
Yes. Zeus is a fool who is mostly led around by his lust most of the time and is far too arrogant while lacking the raw power required to back up said arrogance. I know this to be true as I have seen it firsthand. A fact that we all understood long ago as a result of his upbringing.
But a monster that would swallow his own wife? The very wife whom he loved so much that he spent many months listlessly wandering Olympus after I came back and broke these three's manipulations from his mind and released Athena?
That is just not who my brother is.
"Oh, so it is his fault now that he couldn't resist the power of Fate itself?"
I glared at her as I continued speaking.
"And, putting aside your actions with him and Metis, what about what you tried to do with Leto? What about the poison you tried to fill Hera's mind with during that whole incident with the birth of Artemis and Apollo? What about your attempt at manipulating the newborn Hephaestus? What about every other act of yours that would have led to unprecedented tragedy if I had not burned off your power before it could reach their intended targets and physically arrived at the target location to protect them from further manipulations from you three?"
That silenced her, but not Clotho.
"Like sister said. We only do what is necessary. You and the rest of your kin are not ready to know the 'why' behind our actions just yet. And before you flex your power and show off again, we do not mean your physical readiness."
"We mean your mentality. Your maturity."
.....Ok. That stung a little.
There is no way these three are saying that I am not mature, especially compared to these three and my family!
"No. You are not mature. If you were mature, you would not be threatening us with violence every chance you get."
"...Did I say that aloud?"
"No. But it is clear to see on your face."
I shook my head at her words.
"Whatever. You are clearly wrong. The only reason I always beat you three up is that it seems to be the only language you understand."
Clotho snorted at my words.
"That just proves my point. You simply don't understand how to speak and are unable to take no for an answer."
"Ok, you know what? I've had enough of this-"
Suddenly, an ancient presence flooded the area, making us all fall silent as the darkness twisted and a beautiful, ancient visage stepped out of it.
All fell silent in her presence.
The cracking of the dimension under my power, the rage of the younger two sisters, everything.
It was as if the universe itself decided that everything must remain still in her presence.
Yet, even this silence could not stop my innate anger that stems from the wrongs committed against my family by her own daughters.
"I will handle this. You three, go to my realm and reforge your tools."
The Moirai said nothing and directly vanished, obeying the orders of the woman who had just arrived. An understandable reaction.
After all, how can they hope to go against the Night herself?
Her ancient gaze locked onto me as she spoke with a leisurely tone.
"Come, God of Destruction. You have made enough of a mess in this place. Let us retreat to a place more appropriate for discussions."
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