The Twelve Olympians
Back in Olympus, Blondie, the Goddess of Wisdom, had finished explaining the power of the fates and how they chose the exact moment of every event in a person’s life; even death.
BiBi: Wow. Are the Fates really that powerful?
Roku: Yes, they are.
Elias: That was very interesting but if you’ll excuse me, I have to get back to my duties instead of listen to some geniuses speak.
Blondie: Beware of your arrogance, Elias. It may come back to haunt you some day.
Elias burned a hole in the wall and blasted it open, sending bits and pieces of debris to fly everywhere.
Misa: -.-
Madara: *appears in a cloud of smoke suddenly* Who has destroyed a portion of my home?
Misa: It was Elias.
Madara: Really? Well, it was a terrible choice for him
*throws a thunderbolt at Elias*
Elias: *Turns around* Who…..did….that?
Madara: It was Roku!
Roku: O_O What the hell? Madara you….
Before Roku could speak, Elias slung a fireball at him. The fireball was dark red, but not by any means orange and red like most fires. This was Elias’s master fireball which he used only when provoked. Roku held his hand out and a large bow appeared in it from the clouds that floated freely in the House of Olympus. Roku held the bow firmly as the fireball approached, and then he pulled back an arrow, its tip glowing light blue. Roku freed his grip, shooting the arrow as the fireball came close to him, and immediately, the great ball of fire froze in its place, hit the ground, and shattered.
Elias: You’re really going to regret that.
As Elias stepped toward Roku, he stopped when a knife shot into the ground right in front of his feet. Elias looked up, to his right, and saw a man sitting in a throne. The throne was horrid, filled with the blood of warriors on a battlefield, and clothed with weapons. The man in the throne was a middle-aged man with brown hair and a scar on his left cheek.
Bishamon: You really should get better at identifying your opponents, otherwise you die on the battlefield.
It was Bishamon, the God of War.
Elias: Bisha. *sigh* What do you want?
Bishamon: I was just checking up on my favorite childhood home before I went down to the Blood Tavern.
Madara: Ah, the Blood Tavern. Good times in there, and you all have me to thank for it.
Roku: So, what’re we waiting for? Let’s go!
Bishamon: Not so fast. Madara, you have a visitor.
Grimmjow: Yeah, Madara, don’t you respect your own brother?
Madara: Well, well, if it isn’t Old Fish Scale. How’ve you been?
Everyone left the house to go to the tavern, but Madara and Grimmjow kept talking.
Grimmjow: It’s no joke, Madara. We only have two months before the deadline.
Madara became serious.
Madara: I know. Until then, we need to build up our armies the best we can, especially you. In two months, Zanji will have all the preparations ready and then, you two will switch roles once again. You will become the God of the Underworld, and Zanji will become the God of the Sea.
The sun had set. The light of Olympus was now the stars. The moon became visible in the night sky, shining brighter than ever, and strangely enough, closer than usual. The moon was practically in the face of Olympus, and animals howled in the forests of Olympus; their vast hunger for food became apparent that something, or someone, was causing it.
Madara: You really aren’t that good at hiding you know.
Someone emerged from the outside entrance of the House of Olympus. It was the God of hunting and the moon, Haku.
Haku: It’s no big deal to me. After all, this is your territory, the sky. It’s only natural that you would know of my presence.
Grimmjow:
Madara: Don’t worry too much about it, Grimm. Just focus on that army of yours.
Grimmjow: Right. *dissipates into the sky as water vapor*
Meanwhile in the Underworld where L was being held, he struggled to escape, but it was no use. L was trapped.
Zanji: Poor L. He’s going to die here in the Underworld. Too bad you weren’t the God of the sky or Sea, otherwise you couldn’t come on my territory. It’s a shame, isn’t it? Blade, Obito, the potion.
Zanji’s minions came out from dark smoke when Zanji summoned them. Obito and Blade were two powerful generals of Zanji’s army who followed everything that their lord willed. Blade took out a blue potion, which Obito grabbed and stuck into L’s mouth, forcing him to swallow it. L’s godly glow died and he quickly began to turn mortal. His glow was dying down all the way to his feet. The Fates were still holding the thread which slowly lost its glow as well. The Fates revealed their names before cutting L’s thread. They showed their faces.
Fate #1: My name is Ino.
Fate #2: My name is Ayumi.
Fate #3: And I am SakuraHarunoSama, Sakura for short. Your fate has been decided.
Ino held the ball of yarn which was infinite, indicating that the ball of yarn was the life of L, a god. Ayumi held the thread, the bag of balls of yarn next to her, and Sakura held the scissors. Ayumi felt her hand twitch for a second but ignored it. Skaura’s hand got closer and closer to L’s thread of life. By this time L was mortal, and Sakura finally snipped the thread, cutting it in half. L’s body fell over onto the ground. He was dead.
Obito: Pathetic.
Blade: Such a shame that we couldn’t fight him.
The Fates snickered at the death of L. Then, something surprising happened. L’s hand forced upward and punched Sakura in the face with great speed and force. Obito, Blade, Ino, and Ayumi were all in shock.
Aymui: How? You can’t escape fate; not when you’re mortal!
L: Maybe not. But I can when I’m a god.
Ino: What do you mean?
L: When they were stuffing that mortality potion down my throat. I used my legs to knock away my thread of life, and replace it with another ball of yarn in your bag before the mortality potion fully took effect. Though you didn’t notice because I did it so quickly. A simple task for the god of speed.
Obito fell over in pain and died. It was his thread that had been cut. Zanji stomped into the room, infuriated.
Zanji: What the hell is going on?!?!?!?!
He saw that L was still alive.
Zanji: I see. You made a terrible mistake, L. *raises hand and a dark blade appears*
At that very moment, Bishamon crashed through the Underworld ceiling and landed on the ground in time to block Zanji’s attack.
Zanji: Bishamon.
Bishamon: Zanji, I can actaully belive that at this time, you would try something like this. I’ve got to give you props, this was almost successful.
Zanji laughed. His laugh was sent chills up the spines of anyone. It was pure evil.
Zanji: You are a fool! Die!
Bishamon: Fine. It’s your burial.
The Earth started to shake. Fire erupted from the ground like tiny volcanoes. Screams of warriors could be heard. Bits and pieces of rock rose from the ground and into the air. The quake was so great that even Zanji fell on the ground, overpowered by the shaking and erupting fires. Then, Bishamon said calmly, U_U
Bishamon: Feel the wrath of the War God.
Back in Olympus, Blondie, the Goddess of Wisdom, had finished explaining the power of the fates and how they chose the exact moment of every event in a person’s life; even death.
BiBi: Wow. Are the Fates really that powerful?
Roku: Yes, they are.
Elias: That was very interesting but if you’ll excuse me, I have to get back to my duties instead of listen to some geniuses speak.
Blondie: Beware of your arrogance, Elias. It may come back to haunt you some day.
Elias burned a hole in the wall and blasted it open, sending bits and pieces of debris to fly everywhere.
Misa: -.-
Madara: *appears in a cloud of smoke suddenly* Who has destroyed a portion of my home?
Misa: It was Elias.
Madara: Really? Well, it was a terrible choice for him
*throws a thunderbolt at Elias*Elias: *Turns around*
Who…..did….that?Madara: It was Roku!
Roku: O_O What the hell? Madara you….
Before Roku could speak, Elias slung a fireball at him. The fireball was dark red, but not by any means orange and red like most fires. This was Elias’s master fireball which he used only when provoked. Roku held his hand out and a large bow appeared in it from the clouds that floated freely in the House of Olympus. Roku held the bow firmly as the fireball approached, and then he pulled back an arrow, its tip glowing light blue. Roku freed his grip, shooting the arrow as the fireball came close to him, and immediately, the great ball of fire froze in its place, hit the ground, and shattered.
Elias: You’re really going to regret that.
As Elias stepped toward Roku, he stopped when a knife shot into the ground right in front of his feet. Elias looked up, to his right, and saw a man sitting in a throne. The throne was horrid, filled with the blood of warriors on a battlefield, and clothed with weapons. The man in the throne was a middle-aged man with brown hair and a scar on his left cheek.
Bishamon: You really should get better at identifying your opponents, otherwise you die on the battlefield.
It was Bishamon, the God of War.
Elias: Bisha. *sigh* What do you want?
Bishamon: I was just checking up on my favorite childhood home before I went down to the Blood Tavern.
Madara: Ah, the Blood Tavern. Good times in there, and you all have me to thank for it.
Roku: So, what’re we waiting for? Let’s go!
Bishamon: Not so fast. Madara, you have a visitor.
Grimmjow: Yeah, Madara, don’t you respect your own brother?
Madara: Well, well, if it isn’t Old Fish Scale. How’ve you been?
Everyone left the house to go to the tavern, but Madara and Grimmjow kept talking.
Grimmjow: It’s no joke, Madara. We only have two months before the deadline.
Madara became serious.
Madara: I know. Until then, we need to build up our armies the best we can, especially you. In two months, Zanji will have all the preparations ready and then, you two will switch roles once again. You will become the God of the Underworld, and Zanji will become the God of the Sea.
The sun had set. The light of Olympus was now the stars. The moon became visible in the night sky, shining brighter than ever, and strangely enough, closer than usual. The moon was practically in the face of Olympus, and animals howled in the forests of Olympus; their vast hunger for food became apparent that something, or someone, was causing it.
Madara: You really aren’t that good at hiding you know.
Someone emerged from the outside entrance of the House of Olympus. It was the God of hunting and the moon, Haku.
Haku: It’s no big deal to me. After all, this is your territory, the sky. It’s only natural that you would know of my presence.
Grimmjow:
Madara: Don’t worry too much about it, Grimm. Just focus on that army of yours.
Grimmjow: Right. *dissipates into the sky as water vapor*
Meanwhile in the Underworld where L was being held, he struggled to escape, but it was no use. L was trapped.
Zanji: Poor L. He’s going to die here in the Underworld. Too bad you weren’t the God of the sky or Sea, otherwise you couldn’t come on my territory. It’s a shame, isn’t it? Blade, Obito, the potion.
Zanji’s minions came out from dark smoke when Zanji summoned them. Obito and Blade were two powerful generals of Zanji’s army who followed everything that their lord willed. Blade took out a blue potion, which Obito grabbed and stuck into L’s mouth, forcing him to swallow it. L’s godly glow died and he quickly began to turn mortal. His glow was dying down all the way to his feet. The Fates were still holding the thread which slowly lost its glow as well. The Fates revealed their names before cutting L’s thread. They showed their faces.
Fate #1: My name is Ino.
Fate #2: My name is Ayumi.
Fate #3: And I am SakuraHarunoSama, Sakura for short. Your fate has been decided.
Ino held the ball of yarn which was infinite, indicating that the ball of yarn was the life of L, a god. Ayumi held the thread, the bag of balls of yarn next to her, and Sakura held the scissors. Ayumi felt her hand twitch for a second but ignored it. Skaura’s hand got closer and closer to L’s thread of life. By this time L was mortal, and Sakura finally snipped the thread, cutting it in half. L’s body fell over onto the ground. He was dead.
Obito: Pathetic.
Blade: Such a shame that we couldn’t fight him.
The Fates snickered at the death of L. Then, something surprising happened. L’s hand forced upward and punched Sakura in the face with great speed and force. Obito, Blade, Ino, and Ayumi were all in shock.
Aymui: How? You can’t escape fate; not when you’re mortal!
L: Maybe not. But I can when I’m a god.
Ino: What do you mean?
L: When they were stuffing that mortality potion down my throat. I used my legs to knock away my thread of life, and replace it with another ball of yarn in your bag before the mortality potion fully took effect. Though you didn’t notice because I did it so quickly. A simple task for the god of speed.
Obito fell over in pain and died. It was his thread that had been cut. Zanji stomped into the room, infuriated.
Zanji: What the hell is going on?!?!?!?!
He saw that L was still alive.
Zanji: I see. You made a terrible mistake, L. *raises hand and a dark blade appears*
At that very moment, Bishamon crashed through the Underworld ceiling and landed on the ground in time to block Zanji’s attack.
Zanji: Bishamon.
Bishamon: Zanji, I can actaully belive that at this time, you would try something like this. I’ve got to give you props, this was almost successful.
Zanji laughed. His laugh was sent chills up the spines of anyone. It was pure evil.
Zanji: You are a fool! Die!
Bishamon: Fine. It’s your burial.
The Earth started to shake. Fire erupted from the ground like tiny volcanoes. Screams of warriors could be heard. Bits and pieces of rock rose from the ground and into the air. The quake was so great that even Zanji fell on the ground, overpowered by the shaking and erupting fires. Then, Bishamon said calmly, U_U
Bishamon: Feel the wrath of the War God.
