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Prologue

Third-Person P.O.V

The Other stepped into the forge. The heat from it was overwhelming even with Christopher's immortal body. From Christopher's memories, he knew that the forge should be full of cyclops and working machines. But this forge was empty.

The Other felt it before he saw it, the column on flame. The Other felt the intense it from the flames, he fell to his knees, his skin smoking.

"So you come to avenge yourself hmm?" Hephaestus said, fire burning in his hand.

The Other stood up, his hand was enveloped in back flame. "Not really. In sense, I just want to destroy you."

"You may try mortal! Do you will not succeed!" The forge god exclaimed.

"I am not a mortal Hephaestus, I was never a mortal." The Other countered, sending a column of black flame toward the fire god. Hephaestus was swallowed by the flames, but came out unscathed.

"I am the god of fire remember? Flames do not harm me!" Hephaestus picked up a hammer from a nearby work table, he charged at The Other. Flames surrounded the hammer and Hephaestus swung the hammer at The Other.

The combination of the flames and force of the hammer blow sent The Other flying through the wall of the forge.

Hephaestus spread out his arms, scraps of metal floated around him. He sent his arms forward, the metal followed his movements, it covered The Other's body, encasing him like a metal sarcophagus. Then Hephaestus put his arms together, the metal crushed The Other's body.

Hephaestus put his arms out again and with more force, put his arms together. The metal crushed The Other again, he cried out but eventually no voice came from him.

Hephaestus released the power and began walking away. "You were the one who would destroy us? You cannot defeat me, what more Zeus or Poseidon."

That's went he felt the pain in his stomach, he looked down to see a sword from one of the work tables in he's chest.

He turned, The Other had thrown the sword and now had black fire ready in his hand. "You may not be vulnerable to normal flames, but this black flames! They don't burn! They destroy!" The Other sent another column of flame at the forge god.

Hephaestus felt the heat from they flames, he was right they didn't burn, it was cold and hot at the same time. The way frostbite burned. More power was put into the attack, the destructive power of the flames increased. Hephaestus was helpless he could only try to hold on to his consiousness, but that was a losing battle. Eventually he lost the fight.

The Other walked out of the forge. "1 down 12 more to go." He muttered.

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 Hope is only as strong as the hand that wields it.  09:56, March 11, 2012 (UTC)