A soul shooting through the abyss:
'I died, a truck ran me over like I was an isekai protagonist but something is weird. No Rob came to me and gave me wishes or something like that.'
The white souls direction suddenly changed and it is now flying in a different direction with incredible speeds.
'woah, What is happening?'
The soul begins to see a different soul in the darkness it is bright blue. It notices that they are about to collide. It tries to warn the other soul but no sound comes out.
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The blue soul belongs to the newly born Poseidon who was then directly eaten by his father Kronos to prevent the prophecy.
The moment the two souls collide they also begin to merge.
The collision ends in silence, but something in me feels fundamentally... altered.
'I am not me anymore. Not just the guy who got hit by a truck. Not just some soul flying through the void. Something foreign has fused with me, instincts and a deep, ancient sorrow that isn't mine but bleeds through anyway.'
I float in thick, suffocating darkness. It's warm, wet, and stinks of rot and age. There's no light, no ground, no sky only this slow moving sludge pressing against my being like I'm trapped in a living tomb.
'Am I dead again?'
'No. I can feel. I'm aware. Something throbs faintly at the core of me a heartbeat that isn't quite human. Like I'm... becoming something else.'
I drift for what could be minutes or hours. Time doesn't mean much here.
Then I hear it: voices. Not with ears. It's more like... thoughts brushing against mine. Soft. Careful. Wary.
"Another one? So soon?"
Their presence wraps around me like invisible silk. I sense them before I see anything three others, faint, fading, but still there. Faint embers of divinity flicker in each of them, buried deep.
"Who are you?" I ask, or try to. The words don't come out right they ripple across whatever connects us.
"We are your sisters" , one replies. Her voice is tired but kind. Hestia. Hestia the first.
Another just stares coldly. Hera.
A third, quieter still. Demeter... "He ate us too."
"He?" I echo. "What do you mean, 'ate'?"
Their silence answers first. Then Hestia speaks again.
"Our father. Kronos. King of the Titans. He swallowed us all to prevent a prophecy... and now you, brother, have joined us."
I reel. That name Kronos rings like a gong deep in my fused essence. Myth. Legend. Fear.
I remember the stories. I grew up reading about Greek myths. Kronos devouring his children, Rhea hiding Zeus, the eventual war. But those were stories. Fiction.
'I am not supposed to be here' I think.'I was supposed to get powers, a second chance, a system maybe!'
But now... now I am one of the devoured.
And I think I know which one. It is just a feeling but I feel it, the divinity of him.
Poseidon's instincts swirl inside me, barely coalescing. They're not dominant, not yet. I feel his emotions anger, pride, grief. They're becoming mine, not replacing me, but mixing with who I was. I'm not just a stowaway in his body. I am Poseidon. And also... not.
A soul stitched together. A fusion. A mistake?
No. A seed.
Somewhere deep in me, the faintest spark of godhood stirs. It's weak. Almost nothing. But it's there. And it's mine.
And if Kronos thinks I'll stay here, rotting in his belly for all eternity, he's got another thing coming.
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Over time I got to know my sisters better and I also managed to accept my identity as Poseidon. Over time my divine ember grew stronger. My sisters noticed too and they were astounded they said their divinity grew too but mine increased way faster. I wonder if it is because of the soul fusion. So I do have a kind of cheat.'
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Time passed, though we didn't know how to count it. We had no sun. No heartbeat of day and night. Just the churn of Kronos' gut and the quiet, pulsing rhythm of each other's souls.
And then it happened again.
A ripple.
Not the kind I caused when I first arrived something sharper, but less violent. We all felt it at once. Something entered.
The space shifted.
There was a flare of power young, unshaped, but jagged like cracked stone. The divine energy of a godling, just born... and already taken.
It collided softly into our presence, and like we had with each other, we felt his soul draw near.
"Another one..." Hestia whispered.
"I thought Mother would stop," Hera murmured. "She's still trying."
Then the new soul pulsed with a burst of emotion confused, disoriented, overwhelmed. He wasn't calm like I had been. No quiet thoughts. This soul was storming already.
"Wh-where? What!?" His thoughts slammed against ours like panicked fists. "Where did she go? I was just... Mother was...then everything went dark!"
"It's alright," Hestia said gently, moving closer. "You're not alone."
"Who are you?" the soul asked. "Who am I?"
Hestia reached out again, that same calm warmth she gave me when I first arrived. "I'm Hestia. That's Hera. Demeter. And... our brother, Poseidon."
She gestured toward me. I gave a faint flicker, not sure what to say.
"You are Hades," Hestia said, soft but sure. "That was the name she gave you. Rhea. Our mother."
"I...I don't understand," he said. "Where is she?"
"You were... taken," Demeter said simply.
"Swallowed," Hera corrected.
"By what?"
"Our father," Hestia said. "Kronos."
There was a long silence. I could feel his soul shivering with the understanding. Not in fear but in a sort of horror that sat heavy in his divine core.
"He ate me?"
"He's trying to stop a prophecy," I said, finding my voice for the first time. "One where his children overthrow him."
He hesitated. "But... that's us."
"Yeah."
For a while, we just floated. Even Hades went quiet.