Divine and conquer- chapter 28
The morning sun poured through the high glass of Thebes's royal balcony, painting the marble with golden lines.
King Cadmus fastened his cloak, his reflection staring back from the steel mirror — eyes heavy with duty.
From behind, Harmonia stepped forward, her voice trembling.
"Where are you going?"
He didn't answer at first — just kept adjusting his shoulder plate, the royal insignia gleaming faintly.
Finally, he sighed.
"They called an emergency council meeting."
He looked back at her.
"They want to label Abyss Isad — the god killer — as a terrorist."
The words broke something in her. Her eyes widened, hands clenching over her chest.
"What?"
Cadmus turned, startled by the pain in her tone.
"Harmonia—?"
She shook her head rapidly, tears brimming. "You don't understand… He's not just a name in the reports, Cadmus."
Her voice cracked. "He's my brother."
Silence.
The king froze, the world around him shrinking to her words.
"…What did you say?"
She met his gaze, desperate now. "I kept it hidden because I thought he was gone. Because Olympus erased him from history. But yes—Abyss Isad was once Harmonic, my brother."
Cadmus's face darkened, emotion flickering between disbelief and fury.
"So your little brother Harmonic…" He laughed bitterly. "…turned into that Abyss Isad? Gods above, that's a big glow up."
Harmonia looked down, ashamed. "Please, Cadmus, you have to defend him. He's done terrible things, but not without cause. They twisted his truth."
Cadmus stared at her — then exhaled long, slow, and heavy.
"…I'll see what I can do."
And with that, he turned, the echo of his boots fading through the marble halls.
[Present — The Council Chamber of Kingdoms]
The chamber was vast — a circular hall forged from crystal and black iron, where nine thrones faced each other across a glowing sigil of unity.
The Council of Kingdoms had gathered. Their purpose: to decide the fate of the man called Abyss Isad.
On the high dais, the Grand Minister of Olympus rose allied kingdoms of supreme kings under the Olympians wanted to label abyss a terrorist behind their back what could go wrong?- said iralings
"By divine decree, the Council convenes. The subject—" the council basically branch of Olympus that does Zeus politics stuff since Poseidon and hades rather handels them themselves anyway
He glanced down at a parchment, "—Abyss Isad, known as the God Killer. The proposal: his designation as an enemy of the Unified Realms — a terrorist."
A murmur rippled across the seats.
Then Cadmus, King of Thebes, stood slowly.
"I object."
Every eye turned to him.
He spoke evenly, his tone filled with quiet power.
"Abyss Isad is not a terrorist. He is a brother to my queen — a man of blood and principle. To stand against him is to stand against my family."
The hall erupted. Voices rose, councilors shouting over each other.
"Unacceptable!"
"He's defied Olympus itself!"
"He destroyed the city of tides!"
And then, laughter — deep and mocking — rolled from the back of the room.
From the shadows stepped Chunkle was heard from maron , the newly ascended God of Iraclis, son of the fallen slavery god garon. His armor was black as oil, his grin sharp.
"I stand with Cadmus," he said, his voice carrying like thunder.
"Didn't think the golden boy of Taiba could make a bold choice. Guess you've got some spine after all."
The Council fell into tense silence.
Then, another figure rose — the Minister of Sand, representing the Desert Kingdom, whose king now fought beside Abyss.
He adjusted his glasses, calm and composed.
"My king entrusted me to speak in his stead," he began, voice like wind brushing parchment.
"And I will. Abyss Isad is no terrorist. He is an uncontainable force, yes — but so are the gods we kneel to."
He looked directly at the Olympian delegate.
"Using political authority to brand a being beyond your control as criminal… is invalid. And cowardly."
Gasps spread across the chamber.
Even Cadmus blinked — half shocked, half amused. The man known for quoting laws just dissed the entire council.
But the uproar wasn't over.
The Northern Kingdom, the Crimson Empire, and two Highlands envoys stood, voices venomous.
"His actions caused divine war!"
"He killed gods!"
"He shattered the order we've upheld for millennia!"
The Grand Minister raised his hand, silencing the chaos.
"Enough. The vote will be taken at sunset."
He glared toward Cadmus. "You and your allies are on the minority side of history, King of Taiba."
Cadmus smiled faintly. "Maybe. But I'd rather be on the side of truth than history's leash."
Maron laughed as he said"did you just said that to Cadmus? Dam Zeus will fire you" the council Minister face turns pale he remembers that after all Cadmus is one of Zeus favorite and his son in law though in different places
Abyss x Elysium pov
As Abyss and Elysium walked side by side, the silver light around them began to twist and bloom outward — stars folding, glass skies bending, and reality expanding like a living breath.
Elysium stretched her hand, and the world unfolded around them — a breathtaking expanse of silver spires, floating gardens, and rivers that flowed backward in time.
Abyss blinked, his breeze halting mid-whirl.
"You have a whole dimension?" he said, disbelief breaking through his usually cold tone. "Are you kidding me?"
Elysium chuckled softly, her steps echoing like bells.
"All gods do, technically."
Abyss frowned. "No. They have domains — or hideouts. Not dimensions."
She rolled her eyes, sitting gracefully on a ledge overlooking the shining kingdom below, legs crossed like this was casual.
"Details, details. You're too literal, Abyss."
He sat beside her, arms crossed, watching as tiny figures below moved like motes of light — people. Entire cities living beneath them.
"What is this place, really?"
Elysium smiled faintly, almost proud. "This… is the Kingdom of Heroes. My realm. A place where specific heroes live through endless cycles. When they die, the world resets — back to zero. Over and over again."
Abyss's eyes narrowed, his tone sharpening. "That's—insane. Aren't you supposed to be the Harbinger of Love?"
"I am," she said simply, her gaze soft but steady. "It's rough love, though. Necessary. Gods by default are fourth-dimensional — they can alter mortals to some extent. But the Goddess of Biology? She's something else. She can rewrite existence itself — flesh, mind, memory. Infinite mutation. To keep up with her evolving monsters, I need this. The cycles keep adapting. Updating. Like a heartbeat."
Abyss was silent for a moment, letting her words sink in — until his eyes caught something below.
His breath hitched.
Down in the mirrored streets, a figure stood — wearing knight's armor, eyes of stormlight and wind.
He looked exactly like Abyss.
Abyss's jaw clenched. "I'm not your puppet," he muttered coldly. "Stop using me."
Elysium flinched — then forced a nervous laugh. "Ah… that's—uh… not exactly what you think."
Abyss turned toward her, expression unreadable. "Then what is it?"
She smiled too quickly. "Oh, just… a simulation. You know, a controlled environment to test synergy, power balance—"
He stared. The wind around him grew still, heavy.
The truth was obvious — her voice was too defensive, her eyes darting away.
Elysium wasn't using that version of Abyss for combat.
She spent her free time watching the simulation — watching her own reflection and his copy fall in love, again and again, under different circumstances.
It was her secret — her quiet obsession, her study of something she could never have for real.
That's where she learned her pick-up lines, her gentle smiles — her "experiments" in affection.
She said none of it.
But the silence told him everything.
Abyss sighed, muttering under his breath, "Unbelievable…"
Elysium coughed lightly, changing the topic as fast as divine speed allowed.
"Anyway!" she said, forcing a bright smile. "Every Harbinger has their own dimension, you know. Zeus has his Sky Kingdom. The Boogeyman has the infinite darkness. You have the Void idk, I have Elythera."
Abyss raised an eyebrow. "And you're just showing me yours because…?"
She smirked. "Because I trust you. Don't ruin it."
He stared at her for a long moment — then smirked faintly.
"No promises."
The wind rippled around them as they sat in uneasy silence, the Kingdom of Heroes shining below like a dream that refused to end. Who could know harbingers of love fantasy and humanity has ocs/self insert of herself(Ely the baker and Elys the queen/goddess)that she made to fall in love with abyss insert(the knight human ego)
And lastly Zeus pov
The scene opened not with thunder, but laughter.
A boy — barefoot, hair wild with light — ran through the cloud-fields of Crete. The sky shimmered above him like an unreachable ocean.
"Mother," he said, tugging on Rhea's robe, "one day, I'll touch the sky. The real one. Not the one we see — the one above it."
Rhea smiled, brushing her son's hair with divine tenderness.
"You already hold the storms in your hands, little one. Why reach higher?"
Zeus looked up at her, eyes fierce and curious. "Because I want to see what even the gods can't."
Rhea hesitated — her gaze dimmed with something heavier than love. "Then promise me, when you reach it… don't let the thunder own you."
He nodded, though he didn't understand.
Centuries later.
The storm-god stepped through clouds so dense they glowed. Olympus vanished far below him. What waited above was not height, but a higher layer of reality — where the air itself hummed with forgotten divinity.
Zeus crossed the threshold into a silent kingdom suspended in light.
Here, time was still. The air smelled of old storms.
Before him stood frozen shapes — colossal statues of Titans, monsters, and things older than myth, their faces twisted mid-roar.
Each one shimmered faintly with trapped lightning, as if a moment from the dawn of creation had been paused mid-breath.
He walked between them slowly, awe breaking through the pride on his face.
"This… this is not Olympus," he murmured. "It's—"
"The Sky Kingdom," the wind whispered back — though no one stood there to speak.
Zeus approached the throne at the hall's center. It was vast, carved from thunderstone, veins of gold pulsing faintly within. The closer he came, the more the air trembled, recognizing him — yet resisting him.
"This belonged to Uranus…" Zeus said softly, realization dawning. "The first to rule the heavens."
His hand brushed the armrest — and the throne answered.
A surge of divine electricity shot through him, hurling him backward. His thunder roared instinctively, meeting the ancient storm head-on — and losing.
He fell to one knee, breath ragged. Sparks danced across his skin.
The statues' eyes flickered — one by one. Titans trapped by time, beasts sealed by Kronos's rage — their forms pulsed faintly, as though his presence was waking them.
"So this is your kingdom…" Zeus muttered, staring up at the empty throne. "And this… is your trial."
The thunder answered again, but this time, it carried a voice — deep, resonant, neither Kronos nor Uranus, but something older.
"To rule the sky is not to wield it. But to be conquered."
Zeus's hands clenched, lightning coiling around his arms.
"I am your son's son," he growled. "And I will conquer it." Zeus said as the statues start to break outside one by one now their not frozen in time the trial just Begin"divine and conquer"said the voice it's the name of the trial
(Iralings is here as usual I only write peak stuff i do it alone so please don't comment if I had bad Grammer's I was just rewriting stuff because I said taiba instead of Thebes pardon me)