The heavens quivered as the gods stared down at the mortal who dared challenge their rule.
Tom Marvola Riddle stood among the wreckage of Ares' defeat, his black cloak torn, his staff crackling with residual magic. His eyes glowed with a cold, merciless light.
Without hesitation, Poseidon, the Lord of the Seas, stepped forward, his trident glinting menacingly under the blood-red sun.
The Earth itself seemed to bow beneath his fury.
With a guttural roar, Poseidon leapt from the heights of Mount Olympus, a living meteor descending with enough force to shatter mountains.
The skies howled. The oceans roared.
"Prepare to drown in oblivion, mortal!" Poseidon thundered.
He slammed into the ground where Tom stood—
BOOOOM!!!
A shockwave of pure devastation flattened everything within miles. Mountains crumbled. Valleys split open.
Tom was flung like a ragdoll, hurled hundreds of meters into the air before crashing into the distant Aegean Sea with a sound like a thousand cannons firing at once.
The waters churned violently, swallowing him whole.
From the distant cliffs, Medusa watched in horror, gripping the shredded edge of Tom's cloak.
Her heart raced painfully against her ribs.
For the first time, fear overwhelmed her hatred, her pride, her coldness.
She whispered, almost praying:
"Tom… if you truly want me to be yours… if you truly desire me as your queen…"
Her voice broke.
"Then kill him. Please… kill Poseidon."
The winds carried her desperate words across the dying sea.
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In the depths of the Aegean, Poseidon emerged, standing atop the raging waters like a god made of storms.
He raised his trident high.
Bolts of sea-green lightning tore across the sky, illuminating his monstrous form.
The sea obeyed him.
Tsunamis hundreds of meters high formed behind him, towering walls of water ready to crash down and erase everything in their path.
Suddenly—
A dark shape appeared across the broken waves.
Tom walked calmly across the surface, magic swirling around his boots, his soaked hair plastered against his face.
His staff gleamed with murderous intent.
The two forces faced each other, two titans standing alone in a dying world of water and storm.
Poseidon sneered. "You should have drowned like a worm."
Tom's smile was cruel, merciless.
"I don't drown. I destroy."
And with that—the ocean exploded into war.
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Poseidon struck first.
His trident lunged forward, sending spears of condensed seawater faster than bullets.
Tom ducked, weaving through them with inhuman speed, the projectiles missing him by mere inches.
He countered immediately—
"ful-minis!"
A tidal wave of dark magic surged behind Tom and crashed into Poseidon, the waters boiling and turning black as death.
Poseidon roared in fury and summoned a giant vortex, attempting to swallow Tom whole.
Tom leapt into the air, somersaulting gracefully, and landed back onto the ocean's surface, balancing lightly as if on solid ground.
Poseidon snapped his fingers—and the ocean birthed massive sea monsters, creatures with fangs the size of trees, bodies coiling like serpents of doom.
Three monstrous beasts lunged at Tom.
One snapped at him from the side.
Tom swung his staff like a whip, severing its head with a flash of black flame.
Another reared up behind him.
Tom turned, plunging his hand into its skull, and detonated it from within, spraying gore across the blood-soaked sea.
The third monster wrapped around him, trying to crush him.
Tom smiled coldly—and teleported inside the beast, then exploded outward, reducing the creature to a mist of steaming blood.
Poseidon howled in rage, creating an earthquake beneath the ocean itself.
The tectonic plates shifted. Volcanoes erupted underwater.
The ocean floor cracked open like the mouth of hell.
Tom stumbled briefly—but caught himself with a burst of magic.
Poseidon attacked with the full wrath of the seas—
Massive hurricanes tore through the skies.
Icebergs the size of mountains hurled themselves at Tom.
Waterspouts spun like giant drills trying to tear him apart.
Tom held his ground.
He raised his staff and chanted:
"Asfro-vortex!"
Black comets rained from the skies, hammering the ocean, exploding the waters into clouds of steam and flame.
The entire world seemed to boil around them.
Still, Poseidon charged through it all, roaring like a beast, driving his trident toward Tom's heart.
Tom caught the weapon with his bare hands, sparks of divine and dark magic clashing violently.
The two forces struggled, locked in a battle of sheer willpower.
Poseidon snarled. "You will fall, insect! The seas themselves bend to me!"
Tom's voice was quiet—but infinitely more deadly.
"And you will die forgotten."
With a roar, Tom wrenched the trident from Poseidon's hands and spun it around, stabbing it deep into the god's side.
Poseidon screamed in agony, clutching the wound.
Tom didn't give him time to recover.
He drove forward, raining a storm of brutal punches and strikes onto Poseidon's head, chest, and stomach.
Each blow sent shockwaves across the sea.
Each impact ruptured the water, splitting waves and summoning hurricanes.
Poseidon countered with a massive uppercut, lifting Tom off his feet and sending him crashing through a floating mountain of coral.
Tom grunted, blood dripping from his mouth—but his grin widened.
He stood again.
And moved faster than Poseidon could follow.
He appeared behind him.
Grabbing Poseidon's head with both hands.
And with a savage growl—
he slammed the trident through Poseidon's skull.
Poseidon let out a horrid, broken scream.
His body convulsed violently.
Tom didn't stop.
He poured all his power into the trident, chanting a forbidden spell.
"Imperial blast!"
The trident glowed white-hot.
And then—
BOOOOOOOOOOM!!!
The ocean detonated around them.
Poseidon's head was obliterated into mist. His divine form crumbled, torn apart by the blast.
The entire Aegean Sea shook, tsunamis hundreds of meters tall rising and crashing into the shores, obliterating islands, dragging ships and cities into the abyss.
Tom floated above the devastation, breathing heavily, blood dripping from his wounds, his cloak shredded, his body bruised but unbowed.
The Aegean Sea boiled and died beneath him, the water turning black with divine blood.
He summoned his staff, raised it high, and cast one last spell.
"Flunis vonlentus."
A portal of crackling dark magic swallowed him, teleporting him to solid ground—
—just before the sea collapsed in upon itself, becoming a churning mass of chaos.
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Tom stood at the edge of the cliffs, staring down at the broken world he had made.
He turned slowly—
—and stopped.
Standing before him, towering and monstrous, was Hades, the God of the Underworld.
His body was a mountain of shadow and armor.
In each hand he held a dagger longer than a man was tall, both dripping black venom.
His empty eyes burned with eternal hunger.
The earth cracked beneath his steps as he moved forward.
A low, cold voice rumbled from Hades' mouth:
"Your soul is forfeit."
Tom smiled, blood dripping from his lips.
"Come and try."
The ground trembled beneath the weight of Hades, Lord of the Underworld.
His towering form loomed over Tom, the twin daggers in his hands dripping black venom that melted the very ground they touched.
The sky overhead turned a sickly gray, and the air grew thick with the cries of lost souls.
Hades did not waste time.
Without a word, he charged forward, the earth splitting under each thunderous step.
Tom barely had time to react.
He twisted his body sideways as Hades' massive dagger swung past him, carving a deep canyon through the ground where he had stood just a moment before.
Tom's boots scraped against the broken earth as he leapt backward.
Another attack—
A horizontal slash—
Tom ducked, feeling the icy air kiss his skin as the dagger sliced the air above his head.
A third attack—
A downward smash.
Tom rolled aside, the impact causing a shockwave that cratered the ground, launching debris and shattered rocks in every direction.
Hades was relentless.
Blow after blow rained down upon Tom, who struggled to dodge, his body moving with a desperate grace, each movement measured to the exact inch needed to survive.
Still, even Tom could not avoid everything.
A sudden punch from Hades, faster than it should have been, caught Tom in the ribs, sending him flying like a broken doll into a nearby wall of stone.
CRAAAAACK!!
The wall shattered from the impact, sending shards of rock cascading around him.
Tom groaned, blood dripping from his mouth.
But he stood.
He always stood.
Raising his staff high, he growled, "Imperial ThunderFall!."
The sky blackened further.
Thunder roared with a fury not heard since the birth of storms.
From the heavens, gigantic bolts of black lightning hurled themselves at Hades, tearing the air apart, each strike powerful enough to vaporize mountains.
The world shook with the force of the spell.
BOOM!!!
BOOM!!!
BOOM!!!
But when the smoke cleared—
Hades still stood.
Unaffected.
Untouched.
His black armor cracked slightly, but his monstrous form remained unmoved.
He smiled—a hideous, skeletal grin—and rushed forward again.
Tom barely had time to raise his arms in defense before Hades unleashed a savage flurry of punches, each one like being hit by a collapsing building.
BOOM!
BOOM!
BOOM!
Tom staggered back, bruises forming instantly beneath his skin.
Blood oozed from fresh wounds.
A final blow struck him squarely in the chest, launching him backward like a cannonball.
SMASH!
He slammed into another stone wall, coughing violently as he tried to catch his breath.
Hades laughed, a sound like the grinding of tombstones.
But Tom…
Tom lifted his head slowly.
And laughed back.
A dark, horrible, chilling laugh that echoed across the battlefield.
It was not the laugh of a man.
It was the laugh of a monster.
"You call that strength?" Tom taunted, his voice ragged but filled with cruel amusement.
"Pathetic."
A black aura began to swirl around Tom, darker and thicker than ever before.
It pulsed like a living thing, whispering of death and destruction.
Hades' smile faded into a grimace.
The underworld itself seemed to hesitate.
---
Hades roared in rage and hurled both his massive daggers toward Tom.
The blades cut through the air like thunderbolts.
Tom's eyes gleamed red.
With a simple step to the side, he dodged the first.
With a slight tilt of his head, he dodged the second.
Effortlessly.
Then—with the speed of a striking serpent, he closed the distance between them.
Tom's fist shot forward, smashing directly into Hades' face.
CRASH!!!
The helmet of the god of death cracked, split open by the force of the punch.
Fragments of obsidian armor rained down like shattered glass.
Hades staggered, stunned.
Tom seized his chance.
He grabbed his staff, spinning it above his head and unleashing a blast of searing dark magic.
A beam of black energy, wide as a house, hurtled toward Hades.
But the King of the Underworld, even wounded, was a master of battle.
He twisted his body, narrowly avoiding the deadly blast that gouged a gigantic trench into the earth behind him.
The fight descended into sheer chaos.
Tom and Hades clashed again and again—
Dark magic against underworld might.
Staff against daggers.
Strength against cunning.
The ground shattered underfoot.
Explosions ripped through the landscape.
The very fabric of reality trembled as the two titans tore into each other.
---
Finally, after what felt like an eternity of brutal, bone-breaking combat, Tom saw his chance.
With a roar, he kicked Hades back.
The god stumbled.
Tom lunged forward, grabbing the two giant daggers that Hades had thrown earlier.
His muscles screamed from the effort, but he didn't care.
He raised the colossal weapons high—and plunged them into Hades' sides, deep into his stomach.
SPLURT!!!
Hades screamed, a sound that split the heavens and shook the underworld to its core.
Tom twisted the daggers cruelly, embedding them deeper into Hades' divine flesh.
Then—
Tom grabbed the massive chains connected to the hilts.
With a snarl of savage triumph, he pulled.
He pulled with all the rage, all the hatred, all the darkness inside him.
The chains tightened.
The daggers tore.
Hades' body was ripped apart, his stomach bursting open in a grotesque explosion of black blood and divine gore.
The god of death died screaming.
His broken body collapsed, dissolving into mist and shadow, forever erased.
---
The world shuddered.
The chains of the Underworld broke.
The souls that had been trapped for millennia—warriors, kings, tyrants, innocents—rose screaming into the heavens, finally freed.
Tom stood in the center of the chaos, drenched in divine blood, breathing heavily.
But before he could move—
Before he could even wipe the blood from his face—
WHAM!!!
A massive fist smashed into his back.
Tom was thrown like a ragdoll, slamming into another wall of stone with enough force to crack the cliffs.
He staggered to his feet, groaning.
He turned around.
Standing there, grinning like a savage beast, was Hercules, the strongest demigod of Greek legend.
Muscles like mountains.
Eyes filled with cruel amusement.
"You're strong," Hercules said mockingly, cracking his knuckles.
"But you're no god."
Tom's eyes narrowed.
His aura exploded outward, even darker than before, a storm of pure malevolence.
His pupils became dark crimson, burning with a wrath that no mortal or god could withstand.
A low, inhuman growl rumbled from his throat.
Tom Riddle would not fall.
He would crush them all.