“Let us free!” A voice, melodious as it was deadly, screeched. It’s eyes wide and anger thunderous.

The slaughter of their brethren’s, friends, and once ally.

“No.” A voice, deep, calm, yet danger could be sensed, said. Eyes calm, but warning could be seen.

A warning of war, blood, and… regret.

“You dare betray us? Us? Who helped you- Zeus!- create the world as we know it?” They screeched at the betrayal. Furious, yet oh so hurt.

Thunder was heard, strong and loud. Yet, it could not cover the screams of the betrayed, of the wounded.

Zeus did not answer, but to it, that in itself was one.

It sneered, it cried, it screamed. It attacked, claws sharp, it charged.

He stood tall, the lightings striked, the thunder roared.

As they clashed, the sky darkened. Screams could be heard, and the Gods weep at the lost of an ally, and family.

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The day would soon be known as the Slaughter of the Damned.