The Life of a Titan

Father looked extremely confused. His confusion turned to anger when he saw the menacing scythe in my hands.

"So, you wish to kill me, eh? I WILL OBLITERATE YOU!" Father bellowed.

We all lunged for a limb, grabbing one each. He managed to get a shot off though. It pierced my leg, dropping me to one knee. Ichor splattered everywhere on the floor behind me, and down my leg.

It was soon very hard to stand. The amount of ichor on the floor caused Krios to slip, and his heavy ram horns took him to the floor. Thankfully, Krios was only holding a leg, but Father started kicking Iapetus to get his other leg free.

"Hyperion, grab his leg!" I shouted at my foolish brother. He had been standing there, mouth gaping as the scene before him unfolded. He finally snapped out of his daze, and ran forward to grab Father's free leg.

Father lashed out, and caught Hyperion square in the jaw. Hyperion dropped like Krios, but he wasn't getting up any time soon. Now it was Iapetus, Coeus, and I holding onto Father. Krios kept slipping because of his ram horns.

"Iapetus, come grab this arm," I told my brother. Iapetus was battered from Father's continuos blows, but he let go. He was almost dropped like Hyperion, but thankfully Coeus yanked on Father's arm so he narrowly missed. Iapetus jumped over Father, and grabbed his arm. I let go, and reached for my scythe. It wasn't there.

The scythe was across the floor, probably kicked there during the commotion. I shuffled over to it as fast as my injured leg would allow me. I grabbed the scythe when I hear an angry bellow.

Father has managed to stand, with Coeus and Iapetus dangling from his arms. I had to kill him now, or we would all be ended. I started hobbling over, but my brothers were beginning to lose their grip. In desperation, I threw the scythe.

It flipped end over end. The scythe struck Father in the neck, while he was focused on my brothers. The anger on his face turned to surprise, then back to an explosive rage. He tried to reach for the scythe emmbeded in his throat, momentarily forgetting about Iapetus and Coeus.

The two Titans fiercly yanked on Father's arms, keeping them still until I shuffled over. I grabbed the scythe's handle, and pulled down.

Father's roars of pain were ichor-curdling, but I kept pulling. Once I pulled the scythe out. I swung it again and qgain. With every swipe, another piece of our Father was lopped off.

This process went on for a while, until I had chopped up Father satisfactorily. We had done it. We five Titans had killed the Lord of the Cosmos

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