Kronos, lord of the Earth and Sky, walked to his pavilion. The battle was not going in his favor. The humans were pushing the demons from the land of the Javan. He pushed past the harpy guards and entered the tent, his mood dropped even farther when he saw who was waiting for him, Zeus, one of his wily commanders, and Hera, Zeus's favorite concubine. Zeus sat in Kronos's throne.
"Forgotten your place, Zeus?" Kronos growled. Zeus reclined back on the throne, Hera leaned against his arm, a wicked smile on her beautiful face.
"No, Kronos, it's you who does not know his place." Zeus smiled. Kronos opened his hand, his silver sickle flew into it.
"Hermes! Ares!" Kronos bellowed. Ares, who was in the form of a bull-neck Nubian man wearing a leather skirt and wielding a solid bronze spear and circular shield, Hermes followed, wearing his trademark flying sandals.
"You called, O Mighty An?" Hermes sneered.
"The humans have slaughtered the minotaur charge, Zeus." Ares said, bowing to Zeus. Kronos was filled with even more rage.
"Ares!" He bellowed, "I am still lord of the Sky and the Nephalim! You bow to me, and no other!"
Ares got up.
"Sorry, An, Enlil is now Lord of the Sky, and he's promised me and Hermes positions as one of the Twelve."
Kronos was filled with horror, he tried to call down a lighting bolt, to kill Zeus, but there was no response. Then the air around Enlil, Zeus, began to crackle with electricity, his eyes glowed electric blue, he blasted Kronos with an enormous blast of lighting, sending the former demon lord flying out the pavilion. After that, a war between the demons followed, where Kronos was defeated and taken by Hades to Tartarus, prison of the demons.
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