I Am Zeus-Chapter 32: Warning Tartarus

The Pit of Tartarus

The wind didn’t blow here.

Because there was no wind.

No time. No sound. No sky.

Only pressure.

Crushing, ancient pressure that grinded mountains to dust and cracked even immortal bones. The realm of Tartarus wasn’t made for things that walked. It was made for punishment. For agony. For echoes that screamed without mouths.

Yet down the endless throat of that realm came Zeus.

He descended like a storm being swallowed.

Bolts of divine lightning forked out from his back as his boots struck the invisible floor of Tartarus, each step sending pulses through the blackness like sonar. His cloak fluttered against a wind that didn’t exist. His eyes lit the dark.

He wasn’t hiding.

He wanted to be seen.

And Tartarus saw him.

A rumble came. Low and rising. Not from above, but beneath.

A churning quake. A voice with no center, no mouth. It came from every wall, every crack, every grain of this damnable realm.

"You dare walk into me again... boy?"

Zeus didn’t flinch.

"I didn’t come to ask," he said. His voice echoed back a thousand times in the void. "I came to warn you."

The darkness moved.

The shape of Tartarus formed like smoke curving around stone. Towering. Faceless. His body was like a titan forged from shifting bedrock, laced with fire veins that pulsed red. But he didn’t step forward. He coiled. Like a serpent. Like something that thought it had already won.

"A warning?" Tartarus hissed. "You bring thunder into the pit of chaos and call it a warning?"

Zeus didn’t blink. "I know you made Typhon."

A long pause.

Then... a ripple of laughter. Deep. Mocking. Ancient.

"Of course I did."

Zeus stepped forward. Lightning cracked at his feet. "You used Gaia’s last spark. You twisted her healing into a curse."

"She allowed it," Tartarus whispered. "Even if she didn’t know it. That’s the price of looking away for too long. Her roots are soft. But I... I do not forget."

Zeus’s hands twitched. Thunder rolled in his palms.

"I’m not here to talk about your pain. I’m here to end your mistake."

Tartarus leaned closer. His eyes opened—not eyes, but burning caverns glowing like the pits of dead stars.

"Typhon is no mistake."

"Then what is he?"

"Justice," Tartarus growled. "Vengeance. Your kind built Olympus on the backs of monsters. Cast us down. Buried us. You use the earth like a throne and throw your scraps here. But I am the earth. The core. The unbreakable. I am the cage you cannot escape."

Zeus narrowed his eyes. "You think this is revenge?"

"I think this is balance."

The sky inside Tartarus cracked above them. Lightning and black flame clashed somewhere in the upper layers, just beyond reach.

"Typhon will erase the stain of Olympus," Tartarus said. "One god at a time."

Zeus stepped right to the edge of the pit. His lightning flared harder now. A ring of blue arcs circled around his body, cutting grooves into the very space around him.

"Then let me tell you how this ends," he said, voice rising.

"When I’m done with him, there won’t be enough left to scatter across the winds. And just like your other failures, I’ll throw what remains right back into you."

Tartarus roared.

The whole realm shook.

Fire geysers erupted from beneath the floor, and the shadows screamed.

But Zeus didn’t move.

He stood in the middle of Tartarus’s rage and raised one hand. A spear of lightning formed above him, coiling with divine power, brighter than anything this pit had seen since the age of creation.

Tartarus snarled. "You are arrogant, little storm. Cronus said the same things once. So did Uranus. So will you."

"I’m not them," Zeus said. "I don’t wait. I burn."

Then he flung the lightning spear downward. It didn’t aim at Tartarus directly—it stabbed into the very foundation of the realm. And when it hit—

The entire plane screamed.

A blast wave tore through the pit like a divine pulse. Shadows collapsed. Fire snuffed out. Even the formless edges of Tartarus recoiled.

Zeus turned his back.

"I’ll be back," he said, walking upward into the rising stormlight around him. "Try not to choke on your pride before then."

And just like that—he vanished, rising through a golden bolt of lightning that shredded the silence in his wake.

Back in Olympus

The skies above Olympus weren’t calm anymore. Black clouds gathered around the peak, but they weren’t natural. They were gathered—summoned by Zeus’s will.

The gods below stood ready.

Poseidon summoned whirlpools beneath the base of the mountain, his trident glowing with seafoam and blue sparks.

Hades arrived from the Underworld, shadows coiling behind him like a living cloak. He said nothing. But the souls that stirred in his wake whispered prayers not even the living dared speak.

Demeter raised walls of vines and roots, her eyes dark with worry, but her stance strong.

Hestia lit the great flame of Olympus itself.

And Zeus returned.

He landed in a crack of thunder, standing at the center of the courtyard, his body still glowing faintly with the essence of Tartarus.

"They’re coming," he said.

"Then we’ll meet them," Poseidon growled.

"No," Zeus said. "I’ll meet them."

The others froze.

"I’m the one he wants," Zeus continued. "Tartarus didn’t create Typhon to destroy you. He created him to destroy me. To unmake the Godking."

Hades finally spoke. "Then what do we do?"

Zeus looked at all of them. His gaze sharp. Alive.

"You hold Olympus."

He turned toward the edge of the mountain, where the horizon cracked with red lightning in the far south.

"I’ll hold the storm."

And then... he vanished once more.

Elsewhere

The lands beyond mortal vision split open.

Mountains broke like cracked teeth. Oceans parted like scarred veins. And from the abyss crawled Typhon.

His body was larger than the tallest peaks, his wings dragging shadows across continents. His voice wasn’t a roar.

It was a curse.

Every flap of his wings killed the stars above him for miles. The world beneath him trembled.

"OLYMPUS," he growled.

Then he walked.

Every step, a quake.

Every breath, a promise of destruction.

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A crack of lightning.

Zeus.

Descending fast.

No words.

Just thunder.

Just war.

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