Crowned in the realm of death

As I stood before the final orb, its presence radiated unlike any other. It did not pulse with chaos, nor burn with intensity. It simply existed absolute and silent, commanding reverence.

Its hue was deep purple, streaked with shadows and ancient symbols that danced like echoes of forgotten oaths.

This was the Underworld—not just death, but rule over death, judgment, and dominion.

The moment I began the awakening, I felt something extraordinary

All my previous auras, all ten divine domains, began to resonate, swirl, and converge.

Sleep, Death, Soul, Darkness… even Sin and Secrets

They merged into a newborn aura, regal and whole, suffused with the weight of inevitability.

This wasn't the aura of a scattered god.

This was the aura of a ruler.

Of a King.

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Suddenly, my vision blurred. I was pulled into an illusion, not of confusion, but of revelation.

Before me spread an endless realm of twilight neither living nor dead.

And at its heart stood a massive black throne, elevated upon steps carved of obsidian and bone, untouched by time.

It was empty.

Yet I felt its call in my blood.

I walked forward, slow and steady, each step echoing like fate's own footsteps.

And then I sat.

The moment my body touched the throne, an eruption of divine power surged through me like a tidal wave.

Not painful but absolute.

My godhood ascended.

I was now a Mid-Level God a true divine lord.

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Suddenly, a soft feminine voice rang out, elegant and proud:

"Congratulations, Your Highness… on your ascension."

I turned, startled but composed.

There, kneeling gracefully before me, was a stunning woman her long black hair flowing like ink, and her violet eyes glowing with mystery and warmth.

She wore flowing robes laced with runes, her presence refined and dignified.

Yet… there was something familiar. Something that connected us beyond logic.

I asked gently, "Thank you. May I know who you are?"

She looked up with a warm smile and bowed her head once more.

"I am Hecate, Goddess of Arcane Magic… and your assistant, my King.

I was sent by Lady Nyx to deliver her words."

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She stepped forward and spoke softly, almost like a lullaby of shadows:

"Hades, you are born with Darkness—so to me, you are also like my child.

Do not rush. Do not try to escape now.

For soon, your third brother will trick your father, and when the time comes, you must act.

Use your domain of Invisibility and Secrets to envelop your siblings.

And when the moment is right…

Escape the belly of Cronus."

Her voice faded gently, replaced by the quiet hum of fate moving forward.

I nodded slowly, every word of hers carving itself into my soul.

"Until that day… grow stronger. Shape your throne.

The Underworld waits for its King."

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And as the illusion began to fade, I looked down at the throne beneath me, now no longer just a vision.

It had become real.

So had I.

And when I returned, seated in meditation, Hestia was still watching, eyes wide with wonder

As she felt the presence before her was no longer her silent, strange little brother—

But the future Lord of the Underworld.

Hades.

Bearer of Darkness, Death, and Rule.

Crowned in silence.

Bound to fate.

And no longer… alone.

As I opened my eyes, the echo of the throne still lingering in my soul, I was greeted by the gentle smile of Hestia.

She stepped forward, her divine flame flickering faintly around her, and said with warmth in her voice,

"Congratulations, little brother… you've truly ascended."

Her tone was cheerful, sincere but I could feel it.

Behind the praise… lay a flicker of fear.

Not on me as her brother

But of the power I now held.

The weight of eleven domains, the throne of the Underworld, and the shadow of primordial darkness that pulsed faintly around me it was no longer something that could be ignored.

Yet she never let it reach her face.

Not once did her smile falter.

Not once did she pull away.

She stood tall as a sister and as a goddess.

Seeing that… that quiet courage beneath her calm gaze…

I lowered my head slightly and made a silent vow within my heart:

No matter how far I rise… no matter what darkness surrounds me…

I will always stand by her side.

I will always protect my sister Hestia, the hearth of my soul.

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Nd no power in any world shall touch her while I draw breath.

Even gods must choose what they hold sacred.

And I had made my choice.