Author Notes: A quick, five-chapter story that I came up with at my friend's request IRL. Will continue it if there is enough demand.
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The ancient world.
It is one of chaos.
Long before the time of man, long before the gift of peace and concepts known as physics and natural science. It is a time where mystery and the unnatural are the norm.
It is a time of 'Mortals' who live lavish lives. With no wants, no needs, unending youth, and no need to work.
It is a time of the primordial. Where the Earth responds to the will of her children, the Sky listens to the plight of his offspring, and the very concepts of what would come later are still being woven.
And it is in this primordial soup that would one day give birth to many a pantheon and many a conflict, that something other meddled.
Rhea, daughter of Ouranos of the Sky and Gaia of the Earth, despaired as she sat in her garden atop her mountain.
Her empty hands, trying to grasp a baby boy that had been there mere hours ago, yet was now in the profane space of his father's gut.
Silently, the Titaness that embodies Motherhood wept as once again, her husband robbed her of her child, all because the Sky gave him a prophecy of being dethroned by his own child.
Poseidon was the name she had chosen for the boy. A little child that was born with surprising strength and a powerful voice. His eyes full of life and childish, instinctual love for her.
Yet, it was all lost when the monster that 'owns' her devoured the baby, just like he did with her previous four children.
Yes. Rhea wept bitterly and despaired as she once again lost what was most precious to her in this accursed world.
It was then, that things suddenly changed.
It was only felt for a mere fraction of a second, but it was felt nonetheless by the Mother.
A power beyond anything she had ever felt tore open the sky briefly and hurled a meteor her way.
The Mother could not help but chuckle ruefully as she stared at the shooting star heading straight for her. Hoping that, at least, her dear niece Asteria, she whose domain was that of shooting stars, would finish her off with this unprovoked attack and save her from the heartache of losing all her children like this for all eternity.
And yet, as the meteor came closer and closer, the Titaness recognized that this was no natural phenomenon or an attack.
The meteor was no meteor. It was Metal and Glass, riding on flames and power unknown.
Her senses, superior to those of anything that even those that would come after could fathom, touched upon the surface of this strange shooting star, and only felt the unnatural cold of the metal despite the searing heat surrounding it.
The glass that was tinted green, a strange material that did not exist in this world yet, allowing her to observe a suspiciously shaped silhouette within, along with strange points of multicolored lights, blinking in a rhythm not known to her.
A material not known to this world, strange patterns not known to her, and a being within that she could not identify.
An anomaly of this age indeed.
Yet, this anomaly did not last long.
Before the Titaness could try to understand what she was seeing, the strange orb of metal and glass exploded in a devastating inferno that would probably have claimed any living creature's life, maybe even temporarily kill a minor Titan, provided they were close to the heart of the explosion.
However, the Mother's gaze was not focused on the spectacle. No. It was focused on what she felt through her domain, even as a strange, anomalous energy not felt in eons concealed the explosion from everyone and everything else but her.
A life. A tiny, flickering life. Falling from the explosion and straight towards her.
Fragile, in its enormity, yet dense beyond words or thought in its strength.
A life that screamed of pain, longing, and fear that shook the very tapestry of existence across the metaphysical plain.
Instincts long spurned and starved sprang to life as the Titaness moved with shocking speed, showing the true might of a child of Gaia and Uranus.
The moment the babe fell into her arms, his strange clothing and armor burned to nothingness, her motherly instincts took over, and she embraced the crying child to her breast.
The first thing she noticed was the tail. A prehensile limb, similar to a monkey, wrapping around her arm instinctively.
Not a strange sight to her, considering that many of her nieces and nephews were born much stranger.
Then, she saw his shockingly black eyes, staring at her through his tears with a curious and apprehensive look. So much like her own children before they were taken from her.
His head already sprouting long black locks that hung this way and that way, like frozen strands of reed that refused to budge from their position.
"Shh, calm now, little one. I have you."
Her gentle, motherly tone, cracking with love that overflowed from her very core for a family robbed from her, soothed the boy who now stared at her with clear, wide eyes. His tiny hands trying to grab her long black locks.
His actions melted her heart as she opened her mind and brushed against his.
"Just who are you? Little one."
As her mind brushed against the babe's, a method of communion that most Titans use to impart divine knowledge upon their children, she instead found horror that made her very soul weep in sorrow and rage.
She saw a King who feared this child. A child of one of his own kin.
She saw the despair of a Father turn to pure rage that would probably have consumed this child as well in his quest for vengeance.
She saw the moment the child's own kin placed him in that shooting star of metal and glass, just like they did with countless other children of their kind.
She saw through the boy's eyes as he was thrown into the aether from his world, just in time for a strange being to hurl a ball of pure energy at his home, destroying his people completely.
She saw through the strangely calm mind of the babe as the shooting star he was in tumbled through the void as the shockwave of the blast hit his metallic crib, throwing it into a strange, inky rift that sprang up out of nowhere.
She saw everything that the babe had experienced from the very moment of his birth to the moment he crashed into her arms.
She did not know if it was her motherly instincts, starved of a child to care for, that took hold of her, or if it was her natural love for all things children. But at that very moment, when she saw the memories of the babe, that she immediately decided what she would do from that moment on.
With but a thought, a dagger as black as Obsidian formed in her hand. Its Adamantine blade shining with the luster of the very stars above her.
Slowly, carefully, she sliced open her palm, allowing her golden Ichor to flow freely, while she carefully nicked the skin of the babe, right above his heart, making the boy star whimper in pain.
Yet, much to her surprise, the pain seemed to have given a strange clarity to the boy as his eyes, which held a childish curiosity and longing like any other child would until that moment, suddenly held a strange intelligence that now stared at her with a look that was caught between wonder and fear.
"Fear not, little one."
She placed her bleeding palm on the nicked skin on the babe's chest, which was already starting to heal rapidly, showing his alien biology's strength.
Rhea felt her heart beat rapidly in excitement and longing as she felt the babe's biology eagerly drink her Ichor, slowly spreading through his body through the veins.
She knew that it was only a matter of a few months before his blood would completely merge with her Ichor.
Her whisper rang out across her private refuge, none the wiser to what had happened.
Yet, in a distant place beyond space and time, three sisters born of the Primordial Night herself stared in horror as their precious tapestry fell apart like dust in the wind with this single change.
"You who were robbed of your rightful home by both your own and those outside, let my blood be the anchor that holds you to this world. Let it be by my essence that you are reborn. Let it be by my voice that you shall have your new name."
"Broly is the name by which your kin banished you, condemning you to the realms of Tartarus. Let Brolios be the name by which you are reborn as mine, and Asterion be the name by which your origin is both hidden and defined."
Her heart stirred in pain and joy as tears flowed freely from her motherly gaze.
Hugging the now peacefully sleeping babe to her breast, she whispered out one final time.
"I, Rhea, daughter of Mother Earth and Father Sky hereby proclaim. Brolios Asterion, my son. May you find the loving family with me and your siblings that was your birthright, as it is for every child ever born."
With that one act, the grand game of the Fates came undone.
For a dangerous Predator of a universe unknown was reborn as the sixth son of Rhea.
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