Blurred images, all around, a deceptively calm atmosphere, the only one he had ever been in, spoiled, spoiled by his father, his own father looking down at him with pure disgust,
loathing for him evident on his face. He raised his arms as if to smite him, but was interrupted by the other gods pouring into the council room.
He put on a happy facade as he saw the gods as he gently cradled his baby God.
These sensations were the first Adderou had ever witnessed, yet, they were the only mildly negligent compared to what had come after for it had alienated him from his own family,
his family that had thrown him away like a rag doll, all due to the influence of one god.
He had misled the family of gods, making himself the king. A council had been formed, a council of 12 gods, with 6 males and 6 females, symbolizing equality.
Yet, the equality did not last long.
Then came along Zeus's son, Dionysus. Given preference as the son of the king of the gods. He was added to the council as a reward for his bravery.
Due to this, Hestia, the firstborn of Cronus had to give up her seat in the council for an inferior god of Wine and insanity.
This tipped the scales of equality in the council and suddenly, there were 5 females and 7 males.
As the condition of the gods mirrored that of the world, the women on Earth were soon considered inferior to men.
Along with this, even Hades was not given a seat in the council because Zeus feared his power and banished him to the underworld.
Only Poseidon, who submitted to his brother, was given a seat on the council.
Soon all the gods were against Adderou, but the tipping point was when his heritage was revealed, Zeus started to get desperate.
It had been a hundred years since my birth and me being an outcast, but this was a special day, the hundredth birthday was the day a god was granted his powers, he just had to go to Olympus.
My family was hardly a family, everyone was involved in their own petty feuds over little things.
Only a few had remained rational in these past few years and those included Hestia and Demeter.
Hestia rarely visited Olympus but was a great friend of mine, I often talked to her how petty our family could be.
She was the one who confided with me, the reason I was an outcast.
I was too strong, she had said mournfully, that had been the problem with her family, it was the fact that they were too power-loving.
Their need for power had taken them to great lengths, allowing them to win against the Titans, but it would take them no further.
The Olympians were paranoid, guarding their possessions jealously and blaming people without the slightest bit of evidence.
As it was my 100th birthday, I went to Olympus, back to where it all started, me erupting from Zeus's back in full battle regalia, dressed like a king.
The only question I had as I traveled there was, who was my mother?
I had my suspicions but I wasn't sure.
I had reached Mt. Olympus, which, to most of the humans, would appear as the barren peak. But the primitive humans did not notice the small, hidden cave on the other side.
Entering Olympus, I went straight to the council room.
There, I saw an unusual sight, the gods sitting quietly in the throne room, talking in hushed tones.
Hmm, something was not right, the council was always quarreling, and I had never seen them having a civilized conversation with themselves.
I inched closer to hear what they were saying.
"Adderou should not be allowed to receive his powers, he is already as strong as one of us" Ol' Zeusy thundered.
"I agree with your decision father, he is a male and males deserve to die," said Artemis, man-hunter herself.
The rest of the council agreed unanimously.
I rubbed my moist eyes as the council tried to decide how to dispose of me.
I was heading away when I saw flashes of light in my peripheral vision.
I turned around and saw two fair ladies and an old woman appear in flashes of light. "Who are you??" Zeus roared.
"We are The Morai."They said, coldly.
The room chilled.
Atropos, Lachesis, and Clotho.
Zeus seemed taken aback but asked,
"So why have you come here?"
"To tell you of young Adderou's heritage."
"Bah, that insignificant speck, he is not here."
He said, vaguely waving his hand around the council room.
The Morai ignored him and spoke,
"When power grows out of hand,
Then does the son of Metis stalk the land,
Avenging himself and his friends,
And will not stop, till it ends."
"All hail Adderou, the God of The Pain, Loyalty, Fate, Secrets, Darkness, Shadows and Night, The son of Metis and..."
The Fates turned to look at me, their cold eyes boring into mine.
"The Destroyer of Olympus."