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Once long ago, sat a mountain only reachable by those deemed worthy. Gods among men. Legend says only those who could surpass her many trials or the gods themselves could rest foot upon her ground. Only those who could navigate treacherous seas, cross withered deserts, battle the mightiest monsters, and climb her rocky peak would be able to bear witness to what lay above the clouds. Mount Olympus. Home of the gods.
As only the worthy were able to approach Olympus few humans had laid eyes on the castle that rested above them. The palace above those golden clouds reflected the temples humans had built in honour of the gods. Heavenly golden gates were kept guarded by the Horai, the fates. Pillars of marble sparkled in the golden rays of the sun. Depictions of the many gifts the gods had given their people illuminated the palace in rays of gold. The great hall of the largest palace housed the many thrones of the gods.
The gods themselves decorated the throne room. They were dressed in fine linens, many glittering with jewels. Golden crowns laid amongst many of their heads. Many of the thrones were filled, but some gods chose to live among their people on Earth, or come and go as they please.
Among them rested in his large throne, the ruler of the gods himself, Francis. Known by humans as his godly name Zeus. He rested among his large throne, bolts of lightning resting nearby, always within arms reach. A depiction of power and held highly among them all, along with his two brothers.
Francis was the eldest of them all and the eldest of the three brothers. When they had all been much younger, when the world had first begun to be what it was today, they had each been given three parts to rule. These three parts were separated and ruled individually. Francis took to ruling the sky and earth below Olympus. The youngest brother had been given power of the sea and all that was below it. While the people called him Poseidon, among the gods he preferred the name Logan.
Which left the middle brother to choose last. Ivan, or his godly name, Hades, was given the Underworld to rule. But being given the Underworld came with its fair share of problems. No one spoke to Ivan. He kept to himself deep below in his own palace. While his brothers were able to relax and live in luxury, Ivan was away working. The Underworld could not be left unattended. Not even to party amongst the nymphs. While Francis and Logan were able to lounge around with beautiful women and luxurious food, Ivan had to continue ruling over his people. And what for? The people feared him. Humans on Earth loved Zeus and Poseidon but no one dared even breathe Hades name.
Jealousy had begun to brew deep within Ivan’s chest. Arguments happened with ease. So he separated himself more from all of them. He found himself alone among his people. The darkness of it all damning him more. It didn’t end until one fateful day, after a raging fight between brothers, Ivan was promised a wife of his choosing. Francis had at the time thought nothing of it, not believing Ivan would even find a wife he would enjoy being with. He was so isolated from them all, who would he even meet? So no harm came to promising him a wife… or so they had thought.