I Am Zeus-Chapter 70: Children Of Zeus 2

The stars blinked slower that night.

All of Olympus... held its breath.

In the Crystal Garden, silence wrapped around Metis like a cloak. Her hands gripped a polished stone slab smoothed by ancient waters, the curve of her belly heavy with the weight of something the world had never seen before. Around her, the garden pulsed—trees made of light trembled gently, crystal leaves shimmered with tension, and the ground itself hummed low, like it could sense what was coming.

Metis didn’t scream. That wasn’t her way.

Her face was still, but her grip left cracks in the stone. She panted once. Twice. And then her knees buckled. Oceanus moved to catch her, but Styx was already there, her shadowy form folding behind Metis, steadying her with long, cold fingers.

"She’s close," Styx whispered.

Oceanus narrowed his eyes, his deep sea-blue robe trailing in the garden mist. Beside him, Tethys—his wife, the ancient mother of rivers—stood with arms crossed tightly. Her face was stone.

"Where is he?" Tethys asked.

"Gone," Styx said, not looking up.

"He should be here."

"She doesn’t need him here," came Hades’ voice, steady and low. He stood just behind them, arms at his side, cloak draped over his shoulder. His gaze never left Metis.

"That child is his," Tethys hissed.

"And he knows it," Hades answered. "But he also knows this child will be fine. That’s why we’re here."

A beat of silence. Just the trembling of leaves. Then Metis groaned, head low, hair clinging to her sweat-drenched skin. She bit her lip hard enough to bleed.

Elsewhere... Hera gasped.

Not in pain.

But from effort.

She was not in a garden. Not surrounded by shimmering trees or old gods whispering in the dark. She was in the deepest sanctum of her own palace, sealed behind thick gold doors, with two of her oldest handmaidens by her side. And yet, even in that rich, warm room—her cries were hollow.

Unlike Metis, Hera did not groan softly. She growled.

"More!" she shouted at the maidens. "Push harder!"

Blood stained the white sheets. The air was thick. Candles flickered wildly, reacting to her wild aura. Her back arched, her arms shook, and the veins on her neck bulged. This was not a birth guided by peace. This was raw power fighting its way out.

In the Crystal Garden, Hestia knelt beside Metis now, her small hands glowing with gentle fire. Not to burn, but to soothe. She whispered something into Metis’ ear, and for a moment, the goddess relaxed. A small exhale. Then the next wave hit, and she screamed—not loud, not chaotic—but sharp. Controlled. Like her mind was splitting in two and she refused to let either half fall apart.

Demeter stood not far off, chanting in an ancient tongue, a vine in her hands moving with every word. She wrapped it in a loop and laid it over Metis’ belly, letting it pulse in rhythm with her breath.

"She’s almost there," Demeter whispered.

Oceanus scoffed. "She should be resting between pushes. The pressure’s too much."

"You think she doesn’t know that?" Tethys snapped.

Back in the palace, Hera let out a shriek that shook the walls. Her maidens looked pale now. One was crying. The air around Hera was splitting. The divine power lashing out from her body made it hard to breathe.

Still, she pressed on.

She didn’t call for Zeus. She didn’t even think of him. Her eyes were locked on the golden ceiling above her bed, gritted teeth catching the prayers she would never speak aloud.

In a small, corner chamber of Olympus—far from both goddesses—Zeus stood alone.

Not still. Not pacing. Just... there. Staring at a golden bowl filled with swirling clouds. Watching both places at once.

He saw Metis, surrounded by those who cared.

He saw Hera, alone by choice.

And though his fists clenched and his heart twisted, he didn’t move.

This wasn’t neglect.

He trusted Metis. Knew she would bring his daughter safely into the world. But Hera...

He knew she was planning something. She had gone silent too fast. Accepted the news too easily. Zeus could feel her mind moving behind the pain. And he didn’t want his son to be born into her bitterness.

He would take him... before she fed him poison disguised as love.

"Almost there," Hestia whispered to Metis. "Just once more. One more push."

Metis didn’t nod. Didn’t speak. Her body answered for her.

She arched forward.

The garden pulsed.

The leaves all shifted in the same direction.

A soft cry cut through the trees.

Then a silence deeper than death.

Metis blinked slowly... then looked down.

And in Hestia’s arms—a girl.

Small. Pink. Radiant.

The moment she breathed, the clouds in the sky reformed. A ripple went through the stars. Even the Fates, in their far-off realm, turned toward the heavens.

"Your daughter," Hestia said, her voice breaking with warmth. "She’s perfect."

Metis reached for her, arms trembling. She held the child close, staring at her like the cosmos had folded into her hands. And maybe, it had.

Hades stepped closer. Quiet. Serious.

"She has your eyes," he said.

"She’ll be more than me," Metis whispered. "Far more."

And then... in the palace...

Another cry.

This one rougher. Sharper.

A boy.

Red-faced and already shaking the air with his cries. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

Hera collapsed back onto the sheets, her face pale, her hair clinging to her body like vines. She didn’t ask to hold him. Just stared.

"Bring him to me," she finally said.

The maidens obeyed.

She looked at the boy for a long, long time. Then whispered something no one heard. A name, maybe. A promise. Or a threat.

But outside her room, in the halls of Olympus... the walls trembled.

Two divine children had entered the world.

One, born of thought and strategy, surrounded by calm and love.

The other, born of power and pride, wrapped in thunder even before he could crawl.

And Zeus... still watching... took a breath.

Both were his.