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One moment Arthur and Diana stood inside the hidden chamber beneath the Parthenon the next, gravity inverted, air thickened with warmth, and the stone beneath their feet dissolved into shimmering gold. The doorway of light did not open so much as unfold, peeling reality apart.
They stepped through.
And Olympus welcomed them.
The sky above was not blue but a radiant, living canvas swirls of rose-gold, molten sunlight pouring in gentle waves, streaks of silver drifting like clouds that weren't clouds. Mountains floated, suspended by nothing, their peaks crowned with waterfalls that flowed. Gardens of impossible colors glowed with their own light. Great temples of marble and gold rose from the mist like memories of a world totally untouched by time.
Arthur stopped for a moment.
His breath left him in a low exhale.
"…This is Olympus?"
Diana smiled, proud and reverent in a way Arthur had never seen before.
"Beautiful, isn't it? Welcome to Olympus," she said softly.
For once, Arthur didn't hide his awe. His enhanced vision caught things the mortal eye couldn't energy flowing like rivers through the air, divine beings moving in the distance, the structure of this dimension more complex than any system-built realm he had ever entered other than the World tree realm.
"It's… impressive," he admitted.
"Some call it the cradle of the gods," Diana said. "Others call it a myth. But myths usually have a core of truth and here it is."
Ahead of them rose a staircase carved from gold and white stone, spiraling upward toward the heart of this heavenly city. Arthur and Diana began to climb.
Waiting for them at the top, leaning casually against a pillar as if the scenery bored him, was a man in gleaming white robes trimmed in gold. Sandals winged at the ankles. A youthful face, too handsome, too smug, eyes that glittered with mischief and superiority.
Hermes.
He straightened immediately when he saw Diana.
"Welcome, sister," he said warmly then turned his eyes to Arthur, and his voice cooled. "And you as well. The mortal named Arthur."
Arthur's jaw flexed, though he didn't scowl.
His hands remained in his pockets.
He simply inclined his head.
The neutrality of the gesture clearly annoyed Hermes, who narrowed his eyes as though trying to figure out what kind of mortal dared not bow.
Hermes sniffed.
"Well then. Come. I'll escort you to the throne room; Zeus is waiting."
He turned sharply and walked ahead, not checking whether they followed.
Arthur and Diana moved behind him.
Hermes glanced back with a smirk. "I heard you were summoned some time ago. You sure took your time."
Arthur met Hermes' gaze without flinching.
"I took my time," he said calmly. "Is that a problem?"
Hermes blinked at the bluntness, clearly not used to mortals who weren't groveling.
Tension crackled for a moment.
Until Diana stepped lightly between them with a diplomatic smile.
"Earthly matters kept us busy," she said, voice smooth. "The world always needs saving."
Hermes waved a hand dismissively. "Ah yes, your little band of heroes.. what is it now, the League?" He snorted. "I don't pay much attention to mortal affairs. Unlike Zeus."
The way he said the name held weight fear, respect.
Hermes leaned closer to Diana, lowering his voice just enough to be dramatic.
"He says he does not interfere," Hermes murmured, "but listen well, sister… he watches everything."
Diana's expression didn't change.
"I know," she said quietly.
Arthur's eyes flicked toward her curiously.
Hermes straightened, clapping his hands once.
"Well then! Let us not keep the King of Olympus waiting."
He sped off in a blur of godly speed, leaving the faint scent of wind and ozone.
Arthur exhaled slowly.
"…He talks too much."
Diana laughed softly. "He always has." She looked ahead toward the towering golden temple glowing on the horizon. "Stay close. The gods can be… different.., but they are not vile."
Arthur's violet eyes glowed faintly, calmly, dangerously.
"I'm counting on it."
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The palace of Zeus was nothing short of majestic.
Arthur felt that truth the moment he and Diana stepped through the colossal marble gates. The interior unfolded like a living constellation: pillars carved from clouds made solid; floors of polished marble reflecting lightning; vaulted ceilings swirling with murals that shifted as though painted by the sky itself.
The air rumbled with power. Old power.
Cosmic, ancient, aware.
And dozens of eyes turned toward Arthur the moment he crossed the threshold.
Olympians. Champions. And Demi-divine attendants.
All assembled, all waiting, all whispering.
Athena stood near a column with her owl perched on her shoulder, studying Arthur as though he were a puzzle she was already halfway through solving.
Aphrodite leaned forward slightly, amused, lips curling in a slow smile that could start wars. Hercules massive, bronze skin crossed his arms with a grunt that could've meant respect or annoyance.
Arthur felt every gaze but didn't bow, didn't stiffen, he simply observed, violet eyes cool.
Diana felt the shift in the room and leaned closer.
"This is… more gods than I expected," she whispered.
"Is this normal?" Arthur murmured back.
"No," she admitted.
Arthur's eyes drifted, scanning faces.
"Ares is here as well?" he asked quietly.
Diana almost smiled.
"…Ares is...well, it's complicated. I'll explain later."
Before Arthur could question further, Hermes swept forward, his sandals stirring gusts of wind as he approached the raised dais where Zeus sat on his throne.
The King of the Gods sat like a force of nature broad-shouldered, silver bearded, eyes flickering with living lightning.
Beside him, Poseidon stood like a tide made flesh long hair cascading, trident in hand.
To Zeus's other side sat Hera, regal and untouchable, her presence colder and sharper than the marble she rested on.
Hermes bowed deeply.
"Father. I bring the Amazon.. your daughter Diana and the mortal Arthur Blackwynd, as summoned."
Diana stepped forward and bowed her head respectfully.
"Father."
Zeus did not respond.
Just silence.
A heavy silence that made even the air hold its breath.
A faint flinch touched Diana's features small, almost imperceptible, but Arthur saw it.
Then Zeus rose.
Slowly.
Lightning crawled up his arms, cracking through the air, brushing the edges of his throne like hungry serpents of light.
His gaze fixed on Arthur.
The throne room dimmed.
Even the gods leaned in.
Zeus's voice rolled like thunder.
"The mortal… who wields Death."
The title was pronounced.
A truth spoken aloud.
Arthur didn't bow.
He simply met the king's gaze, eyes glowing faintly violet.
And every Olympian in that room felt the shift and the tension
Diana swallowed once, quiet but steady, standing just behind Arthur.
Hermes looked between them like someone waiting for a storm to break.
Poseidon's grip tightened subtly on his trident.
Hera's eyes narrowed with interest.
And Zeus descended from the throne with a single step that shook the palace, lightning curling around his feet.
The audience leaned forward.
The god-king of Olympus was face-to-face with the Shadow Monarch, measuring one another. Diana watched with a tightness in her stance, uncertain how her father intended to begin.
Arthur spoke first.
"Zeus."
His voice echoed, low, steady.
The king of the gods said nothing at first… just studied him.
The weight of that gaze was ancient older than nations, older than language, older than most of what Earth considered history.
Then Zeus did something no one expected.
He extended a hand.
A simple gesture.
A mortal gesture.
A handshake.
Arthur blinked, actually caught off guard.
Around them, Olympians were also surprised, Hercules raised an eyebrow, Athena and Hera's lips tightened suspiciously as if trying to discern the motive behind such a gesture.
Zeus's eyes sparked, his voice rumbling lightly with amusement.
"Well?"
Arthur hesitated.
Zeus added, tone edged with dry challenge
"Are you going to leave me hanging? This is how mortals greet one another… is it not?"
Arthur exhaled through his nose,
He reached out and clasped Zeus's hand.
A spark of lightning jumped between their palms enough to sting, enough to test but Arthur didn't flinch.
Zeus smiled faintly.
"Welcome to my humble abode, Arthur Blackwynd."
He turned back toward his throne.
Arthur followed with calm eyes that hid a rising vigilance.
Diana stepped beside him, whispering softly
"He's… being cordial. That's a good sign."
Arthur murmured without looking away from Zeus:
"If you say so."
Zeus reached his throne, placed a hand on its armrest, and looked back at Arthur.
"You must be wondering why I summoned you."
Arthur nodded once.
"Yes."
Then Zeus spoke his voice filling every inch of Olympus.
"It concerns us.. Olympians… and you."
Zeus continued, eyes glowing brighter.
"The one who carries darkness unfamiliar to this world…
The one whose power reaches into the realms of death itself."
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