The God of Underworld-Chapter 104 - 4: Declaration of War(2)

The sword of Themis rose high, gleaming like moonlight carved into steel, ready to strike divine judgment upon the monstrous form of Porphyrion.

But just as her blade began its descent, the sky screamed.

A sound not of thunder—but of anger.

The shattered ceiling of Olympus roared as a cascade of lightning tore through it, bursting from the broken rubble of a once-great column.

From the rubble rose a god.

His skin glowed like burning marble, his veins surged with stormlight. His beard, wild and crackling, flowed with electric wind, and his eyes—his eyes were twin storms, spinning with blinding fury.

Zeus.

King of Olympus.

King of Gods.

Lord of the Skies.

He stood among ruin, cracked and scorched, blood running down one arm, but still godly, still the king.

His gaze locked on the giant.

More specifically, on what the giant held.

"Metis..." he whispered.

His queen—his wife—her hair tangled in the claws of the monster. Her body limp, though still glowing faintly with divine essence.

And then his voice thundered.

"HOW DARE YOU TOUCH MY WIFE!"

The skies shattered open as Zeus raised both hands. Thunderclouds rolled in, blacker than night, and lightning coiled around him like serpents of pure wrath.

From his fury, a bolt was born.

Not a mere strike, but a celestial punishment—a divine spear of judgment, forged by the very soul of the storm god.

Zeus hurled it, roaring.

"DISAPPEAR FROM THIS WORLD!"

The bolt tore across the sky, screaming with fury, a light too blinding for mortals, too hot for the air itself.

But Porphyrion did not move.

Instead, he smirked—and lifted Metis into the path of the lightning.

"NO!" Zeus eyes widened as he cried.

At the last moment, with a panicked twist of will, Zeus diverted the strike. The lightning arced violently to the side—and struck a distant mountain on the edge of the mortal world.

The mountain did not explode.

It simply ceased to exist.

Reduced to glowing ash and silence.

Themis blinked, surprised. Even she had not known Zeus capable of such raw power.

It seems he had grown stronger despite indulging in depravity all these years.

She began to wonder how much stronger he’d be if he actually mastered his powers, perhaps he’d actually be a match for Hades....

...on second thought, she can’t imagine that.

Porphyrion let Metis slump against his chest, clearly satisfied with the chaos he had caused. His voice was calm, mocking, "I am not here to fight you, Son of Rhea. Not yet. As I have said earlier, I come only to speak. To declare war."

He spread his massive arms.

"The war has begun. The Earth has awakened. Olympus will fall. Your thrones that are built on stolen blood and lies will be destroyed. The time of Giants has come."

And then, the shadows at his feet twisted.

A circle of dark mist—a portal, ancient and black as night—unfolded like a gaping mouth below him.

Themis frowned, finding it eerily familiar.

"No! Metis!"

Zeus lunged, desperate to reach Metis, but the shadows snapped shut just as his fingertips brushed the hem of her robes.

They were gone.

All that remained was silence—and the distant echoes of Porphyrion’s promise.

A howl of rage tore from Zeus.

Lightning shot from his body in all directions, striking sky, stone, and the remains of the feasting hall.

Statues cracked.

Pillars fell.

The sky wept thunder.

"METIS!!!" he bellowed.

And in that moment, even the gods feared their king.

Suddenly—a flash of light, twin bursts of silver and crimson dropped from the skies, and the gods immediately prepared dor battle.

But soon, they all sighed in relief seeing two familiar figures.

Ares and Athena.

The two gods appeared atop the ruined stairs of Olympus.

Athena, her armor scratched with the dust of battle, a mortal blade slung on her back, wisdom burning in her eyes.

Ares, clad in warplate, blood on his hands—not divine blood, but mortal. His face tense, as if ripped from a campaign.

They stared at the wreckage, at the bloodied gods, at Zeus surrounded by sparks of devastation.

"By Olympus..." Athena whispered. "What happened?"

Ares frowned, "Seems like a fight occured."

At this moment ...

"Where were you?!" a voice snapped.

It was Hephaestus, emerging from rubble, leaning on his molten hammer. His usually kind eyes were red with anger.

He pointed at them with his scorched hand. "Where were the two of you when Olympus was attacked?!"

Ares frowned at his accusing tone, but did not comment. "I’ve been overseeing my daughters, the Amazons. I don’t like to stay here, you know that."

"As for me, I’ve been in the mortal world for years now. I’m creating a quest for this mortal to complete so he’d become a great hero." Said Athena.

"Honestly, I’m not expecting that someone was dumb but powerful enough to attack Olympus." Ares sighed, thinking of fighting that being.

Hephaestus glared at them, but said nothing more.

Then Themis stepped forward, her voice clear and cold.

"It was a giant who called himself Porphyrion. According to him, he is the son of Gaia. He shattered Olympus’s defenses through unknown means and escape unharmed.

She looked to Zeus. "He took Metis. Used her as a shield, and declared war."

Athena’s eyes narrowed. "He took mother!?"

Ares cracked his knuckles, a grin curling his lips. "Finally. A true war. Not politics and feasts."

But Themis did not share his excitement. She stepped past the wreckage, kneeling beside a fallen goddess, checking her wounds.

"Too many are already hurt," she said. "And Porphyrion... for him to attack Olympus directly... He must be confident of his escape, or his strength."

Athena paused, then shook her head, "No, if he was confident in his strength, he wouldn’t have used mother as a shield."

Themis thought for a moment and nodded, "You are right. It seems he wasn’t confident on taking on Zeus, so he went to grab Metis and used her as a shield."

Silence fell for a moment. It seems they aren’t dealing with a mere barbaric and brainless opponent, but someone who actually uses their brains.

At this moment, Zeus stood up straight and spoke at last, his voice lower, more dangerous, "I will raze the earth to find her. I will summon every bolt until the heavens scream. Porphyrion will suffer. I swear it upon the throne of the sky."

His fists trembled, sparks dancing around them.

Athena stepped forward, "Calm down, father."

Zeus looked at her, pain and rage warring in his soul.

"We have no intel about our enemies. Finding them is more difficult than finding a needle in a haystack. We must first gather our forces and plan our next move."

Zeus stared at her for a moment, before he reluctantly nodded once.

"Then summon them all," he commanded. "Every Olympian, every gods, every ally. Call the Hekatonkheires. Speak to the Fates. Even the Underworld must be warned."

He turned toward the broken hall.

"Let the heavens be cleansed. Let Olympus rise again in war."

And above them all, the sky darkened.

The world was changing.

The War of Gods and Giants had begun.