As the world matured and its power grew, the forces of balance shifted once more. From the will of the world itself, a monstrous entity was born—Python, a primordial serpent unlike any before it.
Unlike the mindless beasts of old, Python possessed intelligence, ambition, and a vision: to establish a civilization of monsters, separate from humanity and gods alike.
For too long, monsters had been hunted, enslaved, or driven into the wilds. Python sought to unite them under a single rule—his rule.
But his hunger for power did not stop there. As he gazed upon Olympus, he felt the stirrings of something deeper. Why should the gods rule over all? Why should Zeus sit upon the throne? Why should fate be dictated by those unworthy of it?
Python was not content with merely being a king of beasts. He would become the King of the Gods.
Yet, as the world gave birth to Python, it also sought to maintain balance. From the very fabric of destiny itself, three figures emerged—the Moirai, the Sisters of Fate.
Clotho, the Spinner, who wove the threads of life.
Lachesis, the Measurer, who determined the length of each thread.
Atropos, the Cutter, who severed them when time was due.
The three sisters were born in the shadows of Olympus, their forms shrouded in mystery. Each one carried a purpose, but Atropos… she carried something more.
Wandering through the depths of the world, she stumbled upon an ancient artifact—a scissor unlike any other, one that hummed with divine power. It had been forged long ago by Hephaestus, place inside a cave where Hephaestus once forge. This scissor was no ordinary tool. It could cut more than thread—it could cut fate itself.
As Atropos took it into her hands, she felt a whisper of destiny settle within her. This was her role. This was her purpose.
And so, with Hephaestus's creation, the Three Fates took their place in the cosmos.
Python, sensing that destiny had been set in motion against him, grew uneasy. He knew that if the Fates existed, then his own future could be measured, woven, and ultimately cut. He would not allow that.
Thus, he turned his gaze toward Delphi, a sacred land rich in divine energy. He would make it his domain, a throne from which he would challenge Olympus itself.
The battle for the future had begun.