The Titan War God Returns

Indifferent

Iron walked around the Titans who stood in line. He looked at them with the eyes of scrutiny like he had done before things changed.

They were just six in number, and Iron believed that they would be just enough.

“There must be no mistakes,” he told them. “The man you are going after is ruthless and brutal. If you don’t get him now, he will turn around and sting,” he added.

Iron’s stiff voice filled the room, echoing with power and authority.

It was almost as though he had never left, and maybe Athena was right when she said that it was time to return. This felt like home to Iron, but at the same time, he was taunted by the woes of the past.

They were like evil witches with long and deadly claws, reaching for him with the desire to tear him apart. Being back meant two things for Iron, and he struggled with both, each desperately fighting to take control.

Every corner, he was reminded of the love of his life. Every room, he was reminded of the blood and defeat.

“When do we leave?” One of them asked Iron.

“As early as possible in the morning,” Iron responded.

“I thought it would be better at night,” another said. “Helheim is dead asleep at night,” he added. “This is a weakness that should be used, Lord Dante,” he finished.

While Iron was impressed that they had gone through thorough findings, he still knew that there were things that they needed to learn.

Iron realized that his absence had made them lesser than they were when he was with them, and now, he had to start all the way from scratch.

“Helheim knows that you already know its weakness,” Iron told them. “Did you know this?” He asked.

They shook their heads.

“If you work with the information you have right now, you will walk right into the trap and have your blood spilled like it’s nothing,” he continued.

“But…how did you know this?” One of them asked.

“We are certain that our findings were accurate,” another one said.

They weren’t rebelling. They only thought that they knew exactly what they were doing. Iron had to give that to them, but they need everything about them, especially their sense of reasoning to be accurate and very discerning.

“They are, but so is the fact that they will be waiting for you, knowing that you might want to come at night, but by morning, their resolve would have weakened, and then you can go in with full attack,” Iron stated.

They stayed quiet and listened to Iron as he spoke to them.

“I want Helheim’s head in my hands,” he finished. 

“Yes, Lord Dante!” They all chorused in unison.

“Early in the morning, you all are to take the secret route. It will lead you closer to him and get whatever you want done as fast as possible,” he added.

They nodded and walked away. No sooner had they left before Athena walked in.

“Shouldn’t I be going with them?” Athena asked.

“You are to remain as discreet as possible,” Iron instructed her.

He was still worried that the stunt she pulled would create problems for them. He knew exactly how things like this played out. Whatever happened to the Titans, Iron had blamed himself ten times over. Even now, he was still heaping blames on himself, which was exactly why he was doing everything possible to ensure that they were safer than before.

Speaking of safe, Iron thought of Nesse in that very moment, but then again, the mortals weren’t as vile and deadly as the other world.

“You have grown soft,” Athena said. “What happened to you while you were away?” She asked with curiosity.

“I have not grown soft, Athena,” Iron muttered. “I am only thinking of the safety of the Titans. We are not as many as we were before tragedy struck, and I don’t want any more mistakes that will cause the Titans pain,” he responded.

Iron deliberately refused to answer her question.

“Still, I should go with them,” Athena insisted.

“If they were going at night, it would be convenient, but for now, Athena, you have to understand the gravity of what you have done, and that you need to stay right here,” Iron said.

He was beginning to get exasperated with the conversation.

Now that he was back, Iron wanted to get enough time to fix the Titans back to the way they used to be, or even better. He wanted to gain back everything that had been lost, and that included power and authority to be obeyed without questioning.

“Alright then, I will just go out and have some fun,” Athena said.

She turned and walked away before Iron could say another word. He shook his head. Athena had no idea how the world of the mortals worked. Well, on the inside, they felt that they knew it all. After all, they were only humans with blood and no power, and they were always scared to die.

But living in their midst for three years made Iron realize that some of them were actually something close to the devil himself.

Some of them were ruthless and fearless, and they could take the world by its horn, and one of such person was his ex-wife.

Anyway, Iron was more concerned about the ones he had just sent out. With everything he had talked to them about, he knew that nothing could go wrong.

Iron’s eyes were on the door right before it opened and Hades walked in.

“I have news,” Hades said.

“Where is it coming from?” Iron asked.

“The mortals,” Hades responded.

Iron’s mind quickly went to Nesse, but he didn’t act like he had someone or something particular in mind.

“Someone has been arrested over the death of Vince Loreson; a woman,” Hades stated.

Iron scoffed; typical humans. They had probably found someone as replacement for a murder that was committed by someone they couldn’t get.

“Damn them all,” Iron said, shaking his head.

“Vince’s parents are making plans with some of the officials to get her killed while under arrest,” he added.

“Well, I guess you are free then,” I said with a dry grin.

I really didn’t care as long as it wasn’t someone I knew. They could do whatever they wanted to do with their victim.