With two orbs awakened, Minerals and Magic, I steadied myself once more. The rush of power, though exhilarating, had not shaken my focus. I knew I could not stop here. The divine spark within me burned brighter with each step forward.
I turned my attention inward again and focused on the third orb a grey sphere, dull on the surface but shifting subtly, like fog concealing something beneath. The moment I reached toward it, I felt something different. Not resistance… but silence.
I channelled my divine energy carefully, steadily, just like before. But this time, the sensation was… deeper. The grey orb accepted the energy not with warmth or resistance, but with a chilling stillness. And then, knowledge began to trickle into my mind not loud proclamations, but whispers.
Secrets.
This godhood wasn't just about knowing things it was about what was hidden.
Schemes., whispers behind closed doors.
Ancient, forbidden knowledge is buried in ruins or sealed away in forbidden texts. It was the power of concealment, of understanding the unknown and unknowable. I sensed abilities tied to political manipulation, lies that become truth, and even the terrifying stillness of invisibility, where even gods might not see you coming.
But this is not just here, some disturbing images cross in mind, I saw the collision between planets, galaxies, the whole creation of the universe and the birth of…lord Kaos.
This is just beginning, what I began now is the taboo. The greatest sin of primordials
Soul trembling with unknown pressure, I quickly stop the taboo. I feel that the truth will cost me death.
This is not just a secret but a keeper of taboo, that restricts the world from knowing.
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From nearby, Hestia watched with increasing fascination. Her expression grew thoughtful, almost guarded.
This time, Hades' aura didn't flare outward like a flame or sharpen like a blade. Instead, it folded inward, veiling itself in layers of shadow and complexity. His divine presence was now harder to read like the ocean depth, it appears calm but most mysterious.
The air around Hades shimmered faintly, a subtle distortion, as if the space itself bent away from prying eyes.
"His aura…is hiding itself."
Suddenly, Hades trembled from all his orifices, golden blood ichor flowing out.
"W-What!?"
Hestia starts panicking, this first time she has seen someone who got hurt during awakening
After a moment had passed, everything calmed down.
And with this grey orb, divinity of secret fuses with him. Hades became a keeper of secrets and…taboo.
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With three orbs awakened, my divine presence had already begun to take form as a presence rooted in stone, shaped by magic, and cloaked in secrets. But I wasn't finished.
I turned inward once more, this time locking onto the fourth orb a deep crimson, glowing faintly like a burning coal in pitch black.
As I reached for it, I felt something primal stir within me.
The air around me seemed to grow heavier, colder. I could feel my heartbeat slow… and then quicken. A subtle pressure pressed against my chest not pain, but dread. Instinct screamed at me to stop, to retreat.
But I didn't.
I pushed forward and began channelling my divine energy into the red orb.
Immediately, something changed not just inside me, but in the space around me.
—
Hestia, watching as always from across the cave, felt the shift instantly.
A shiver ran through her own flames. She watched with a mixture of awe, her heart began to race and deep unease. She unconsciously creates a staff and a battle stance.
Her divine instincts, honed through centuries of existence, responded as though a predator had entered the space. Her body tensed, her flame flickered uncertainly, and the cave around us seemed to darken.
The very concept of safety was being challenged.
Deep inside, she began to see her brother as an object of fear. Fear something ominous, something forbidden, something that shouldn't interfere.
She looks at her shaking hands, then at meditating Hades. "Just, what did he awaken?"
Hestia stepped back, her lips slightly parted.
"This is… unlike the others," she whispered to herself, hands trembling. "This isn't just a godhood. It's a warning."
She watched the dark haze around him grow heavier, thicker yet controlled. Like a storm confined within a vessel.
And in that moment, a part of her saw not the child she had nurtured in the depths of Cronus but the future calamity that waits for the right time to unleash.
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Back in meditation, I felt the red orb pull something out of me not just power, but a mirror of my inner self. It wasn't about scaring others it was about understanding fear itself. This godhood was more than intimidation. It was the domain of phobia, awe and terror
Authority, drawn not from love but from dreaded respect.
And more importantly… the ability to control, inflict, or even suppress fear within others, and within myself.
I felt it start to meld with me, the essence of dread fusing into me.
With this, I become the the god of fear.