In the heart of Greece, the world was at relative peace. However, a certain primordial was still not satisfied with the status quo of the world. This one who was more of a mother than anything else, "Gaia".
Gaia, the Primordial of the Earth, was in one of the parts existing in the depths of the world, where the sunlight never reached. She was in a cave of rocks and roots, an imposing vision of power and majesty.
"Tartarus." Gaia's voice carried the authority of the first Primordial (Chaos is treated as an entity above the Primordials, unlike Gaia).
Tartarus, the personification of the deepest underworld of the cosmos, emerged. His form was imposing, a tall and robust figure with a blood red mane and eyes that shone like flames.
"Gaia, mother. What do you wish?" His voice was deep, but hoarse, as if it were whispers of agony.
Gaia looked at her son; she could not help but notice the boldness that Tartarus showed towards her. The least prestigious, after all, he was the personification of the underworld, the place where all the less beloved previous generations were locked up and feared. He was the most spiteful god about his treatment as a mere "prison" for his nephews and brothers.
"Zeus… my ungrateful grandson BROKE the oath he made to me, so I want to make him taste your poison. Brother, the prophecy I sent you can still be fulfilled; the fool thought that swallowing Metis would save him, too bad the fool followed in the footsteps of his father and grandfather," said the Primordial Goddess Furiously to her son, her fury causing earthquakes on the earth and shaking the depths.
But the Primordial of darkness and terror seemed quite apathetic, he did not fear Gaia, he did not fear her when she cried and screamed for him to help free her children a millennium ago, he would not do so now
Frowning, his eyes burning with an intense light, Tartarus replied:
"You seek revenge against Zeus…" He grumbled, already knowing the answer. It wouldn't be the first time he had heard this cycle. After grumbling to himself, he continued with Gaia. "And you want me to help you create this creature?"
"Yes," Gaia replied firmly. "Only you can help me bring to life something so great and terrible, my son."
Nodding in resignation, Tartarus pondered for a moment, his face impassive as a mountain, his disheveled hair that dragged on the ground swaying in affirmation, even as Tartarus's one visible eye twitched in irritation.
"I will do so, mother. But know that I am only returning a favor to you. I will not get involved in your dispute. This petty revenge is YOURS."
Gaia nodded, a dark smile curving her dark lips.
"That is all I ask, my son!"
Tartarus reached out and slowly, his dark, wrinkled fingers touched Gaia's belly, and Gaia felt a wave of dense, warm power engulf her. A primal energy that flowed from the depths of the abyss (Underworld). The earth trembled slightly under the force that Tartarus shared.
"It is done," Tartarus said, withdrawing his hand. "Now, go and do not draw me into your disputes."
Gaia, feeling the seed of immense power growing within her, smiled as she headed for the surface, to a place where she could complete her task.
Meanwhile, Tartarus, who was watching, let out a sigh, before disappearing into the darkness again.
[Author's Notes: I was originally going to write a Sex* scene here, but I thought: "but…let's leave that for later, so here's the explanation below:
Just like your mother, the primordials don't really need to 'Have sex' to have children, they just need to use their divine energy/core as a base, they can create new lives, as Nyx, Gaia and Chaos did, however, the generation of God after the Primordials like 'Titans, gods and others' already need 'Coitus' to generate new lives, because their divine force is a little more diluted from the "root" (Chaos)]
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『A few days later』
Gaia was in a hidden clearing deep in an ancient forest. There, she had assumed a humanoid form, a receptacle that allowed her to interact more directly with the world of mortals and immortals. a woman of exaggeratedly voluptuous proportions, with extremely feminine and fertile features, Her skin She was white, but with a slight tan tone, smooth as porcelain, transmitting an aura of purity and motherliness. She has brown hair, slightly wavy, which falls freely over her shoulders .
Her outfit was revealing and did not hide her figure, with her enormous, rounded breasts highlighted, and a thin waist contrasting with wide hips worthy of a mother goddess. She wore an almost translucent white tunic that was decorated with golden details and delicate jewelry, such as tiaras and bracelets, all shiny and immaculate, and that covered only the center of her breasts, leaving the upper and lower parts of her milky breasts exposed.
She had soft hazel eyes, which belied her powerful nature.
Sitting on a moss-covered rock, Gaia gently caressed her belly. She could already feel the presence of her son, a force growing within her with chaos and destruction.
"My son," she murmured, her voice full of tenderness and determination. "You will be the ruin of Olympus… my greatest masterpiece…". She closed her eyes, letting her thoughts wander. She remembered the many affronts of her children. Uranus, Cronus, Zeus. All arrogant. But this one? He would be different.
"Fools." Gaia continued, now speaking mostly to herself. She opened her eyes and looked up at the sky, hidden by the treetops. "You, my dear, will be the bearer of that power. A being so perfect in your destruction that none of the gods of Olympus will be able to resist you. They will kneel, begging for mercy… my little king of disaster…"
Gaia could feel her son's energy growing, fueled by the power of Tartarus and her own fury. She knew she was creating something beyond the gods, something that would not only stand against Zeus, but surpass him and all his predecessors.
"Typhon," she whispered reverently. "That will be your name. You will be the storm that will sweep Olympus for me." She smiled, a smile that mixed maternal love and madness.
Softly, Gaia stood, walking slowly across the clearing. She knew there was still time before Typhon was ready, and she would wait anxiously.
As Gaia walked, the forest seemed to respond to her presence. The trees bowed slightly, the animals fell silent in respect. Gaia's power was palpable. She knew Zeus would never see the blow coming until it was too late. The seed of destruction was already planted, growing within her. And when the time came, Typhon would emerge as a relentless storm, bringing with him Gaia's vengeance and the fall of Olympus.
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In the meantime, how was the said fetus?
Well…Beyond the thick, sticky darkness… Behind the veil of boiling amniotic fluid, something extremely terrifying was hidden.
A gigantic monstrous fetus.
It looked like nuclear chaos, a manifestation of pure curse. If compared to anything, it would be like a poisonous nuclear bomb. Its eyes remained closed, but the sound of that creature's heart beat.
With each beat, his Own Mother felt her soul about to shatter from trying to see inside. Her instincts screamed:
that must never awaken. If it did, everything would be destroyed.
It was terrifying.
This was the Power that Typhon carried.
Darkness enveloped him. A suffocating void, hot and humid. The smell was putrid, of living flesh and suffocating decay. It was like being trapped inside a pit of death, but not complete death—it was a living, pulsating prison.
He had apparently been reincarnated. He didn't know how much time had passed, but he knew he was developing.
He could hear it now.
There were sounds of grunts of pain echoing around him, but he barely registered it. He was trying to grasp the presence that seemed to be outside this "Womb" of his.
'Damn… damned god… one day…' The fetus curled up in the tight space of the gestational sac and amniotic fluid boiling like lava, but which could barely reach Typhon's scales, while it was fed by its mother's fertile womb. It wouldn't be long before nuclear chaos would ensue.
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[Some time later]
An avatar of Gaia could be seen exhaling in euphoria as she felt the fruits of her labor. Her stomach was stretched out and she felt her womb full and heavy. Which was unusual for the deity, since her real body was the earth and world itself. But her physical manifestation could also show the signs of pregnancy if she wanted. Els enjoyed seeing the fruits of her labor on her body, and loved her new youngest as much as anyone else.
"Oof!"
Even though sometimes she felt the impacts of her agitation like no one else.
"Wait just a little longer, my dear Typhon." She murmured as she gently ran her hands over her distended stomach. "You'll be born soon."
For a brief moment, she looked up at the heavens, Uranos… yes, her former consort was a repressed memory of hers. And because of her curse, she was still having trouble with her children. Usually at these times, the bastard would have tried to descend from the heavens to taunt her for her pregnancies, but since Atlas was condemned to hold up the heavens, her husband was stagnant. It was to her advantage.
Now… all that was left was to deal with a few more irresponsible gods, and everything would be fine!
She would wait for this~
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