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"Kill your father," The wind whispers. "Kill him and everything will be yours." It wraps him in a blanket, the voice repeating and overlapping over each other so it's just a block of sound consuming the senses of those it chooses.
Kronos is sure the task of his mother and the reminder of his task are supposed to be reassuring, but all he can feel is suffocation. He thinks of his siblings, the scars on their backs and the nicks on them from when their father got past their mother (a feat that didn't seem all too hard. Kronos, the forgotten child who was always pushed to the corner, sometimes sees the hint of a smirk, of victory, when Uranus easily pushes past her. Did Mother want this? No, it was impossible, Mother loves them and will protect them from anything.) He thinks of the way everyone huddles together, terrified when Father comes around. He thinks of the way Coeus clenches his teeth and tries to act brave when he has to walk on the bare earth without anything above their heads. Even Hyperion walks with a hint of fear in his step, as much as he pretends that their father "couldn't hurt him," Kronos sees the way his foot stops for a millisecond before pushing past it. They live in fear; of being hurt or following their sibling's footsteps to Tartarus - a place only the monsters go. Kronos doesn't want to be a monster.
It may not be a reassurance, but he still has duties to do. The scythe feels heavy in his hands, he holds on tighter and adjusts his grip, skin breaking a bit from the inexperience. He knows nothing of how to wield this weapon, he's only held it once before. The weapon is taller than he is, but it's fine. If Mother saw it as a weapon fit to kill the sky, then he'll kill the sky with it. For his brothers and sisters and everyone else cowering at the tyrannical rule of Uranus.
Mother and Father are curled up together in the room he's hiding in. They're laughing, drinking, and having a good time. Either Mother's this good at faking or is actually having a good time, Kronos doesn't know. The idea leaves a rancid taste in his mouth, but he forces it down. Mother's loyalties do not matter. She gave them the tools to kill their father, and that's all that matters right now (does this mean that the satisfied smirk on her face was true and not just a trick of the mind?).
Kronos eyes the hiding place of each of his siblings, making sure they are ready. Bright Gold, Silver, Bronze and Copper eyes look at him back. They're all ready, waiting, for this. Mother laughs and gets up to get them more to drink, slipping out of her husband's arms with ease and plenty of reassurances. Uranus suspects nothing. 5 pair of eyes meet once again and they take action.
Hyperion, Coeus, Crius and Iapetus are all quick on their feet. They do not falter in quickly bringing down Uranus' limbs to the floor. They use their titan strength and powers to aid them. Kronos stands up, stalking up to his father like a predator to prey. The scythe is heavy in his hands but he still holds it up and ready to bring it down like an executioner carrying out a punishment.
"What are you-? You! Wait, what is your name? Bach, never mind. Let go of me this instant!" Uranus trashed and buckled like a bull against his siblings but they held strong. He admires their strength, now it's all left to him.
"My name is Kronos." He says, miffed by the fact that his own father forgets his name. "Not that it matters anymore to you. Mother hated you, hates you, and so do we. It's time for you to face the justice Lords Chaos and Order have brought you and all of us to." He says, hoping the two primordials don't get mad at him saying their names so blatantly. Lord Chaos and Lord Order were the two beginning gods, once Lord Chaos created Lady Posedia - primordial of immortality and eternity -, Kronos' mother, Gaia, primordial of the earth, and Hali - primordial of the ocean and water, turned the primordial of life after Lord Pontus was born to her and Tartarus and took her title -, it was decided it needed a natural countermeasure and created Lord Order. At least, that's what Oceanus told them that Lord Pontus had told him.
"Nonsense! Your mother loves me-"
"I have grown tired of you, my husband. You threw my children into Tartarus and continued to hurt our children here each time they dared step afoot on my domain without something covering their heads. And then you force your way into my home, only to hurt them more! Against my wishes and orders for you to stay away!"
"But you allowed-" Father tried to argue, face twisted in betrayal and confusion.
"Enough husband. Kronos, go ahead." Kronos does not remember fully what happened next, he does not remember feeling it and barely knows he even raised the scythe and swung down. His limbs were too heavy, the words to kill his father suffocating him again, but they've changed. "You've killed your father! You killed him!" the wind whispered angrily, swirling around him and it felt like thousands of little cuts on his numb arms. He kept on cutting and slashing until there was nothing left. He remembers his eyes stinging with power as he forced his father's timeline to speed up to complete the month needed to kill an immortal. His eyes sting, they prickle like Father's lightning coursing through his body.
"You will remember this when your own sons overthrow you. I swear to you it will happen, mark my words!" Uranus' body fades into dust as Lady Posedia collects his immortality and soul. He doesn't know what they'll do with it next, but he does meet her eye as she's about to leave with a candle in her hand, the colour of the sky and stars, and sees her bow her head. It makes him feel warm, accomplished a primordial other than his mother would even look at him. That one would notice and know he existed!
It's nice to see that his wish to be acknowledged by all when picking up the weapon his mother provided would come true. Everyone will know his name, he accomplishment to be the first to kill an immortal ever. To be known even by the primordial of immortality herself!
His brothers all tackle him when Lady Posedia leaves, the overbearing heat of Hyperion contrasting the stark cold of Iapetus, but Kronos doesn't care. Coeus is cheering alongside Crius. Kronos feels himself smile in relief, celebrating alongside them. They did it! No more fear!
"Good job my son." Mother approaches them and his siblings split. Kronos looks up at her and sees the betrayed and confused face of his father for a split second before dismissing it when she hugs him tight. It didn't matter, Uranus was dead and it didn't matter anymore.
Their sisters and Oceanus greet them in their little cave, the blood staining Kronos' face and clothes telling them enough of what they needed to know. They won! No more fearing the outside!
They celebrate after Kronos frees the Cyclopes and Hecatonchires from Tartarus. The six are relieved and so, so strong. Kronos is pretty sure everyone has bruises or broken ribs from being hugged so hard. Hyperion even had to plead for mercy because Briareus liked the light and heat he emitted a bit too much.
The night is filled with laughter and Cries pointing out bunches of stars and calling them "Constellations" and challenging everyone to make up the most absurd story for it. Kronos doesn't ever remember smiling so much, once he even had to collapse into Rhea's side after Steropes made up a story of "the king of farts" who farted so hard it shook the earth and everyone saw it as so much of an accomplishment that they put him in the sky to immortalise it.
Gaia sits outside of the circle, forgotten by the siblings, and smiles at her children. It was nice to have everyone back together and in her control again.
Oh, to have the freedom and carelessness of that night again.