The sky shuddered as he shot through the sky, each cloud he struck dispersing as he struck each one in his path as he raced to his destination. Just moments before he had been enjoying a feat in his court, celebrating the success of the new farms and the influx of much needed produce to the shell. It was right in the middle of his celebratory speech that he went silent, a cold chill filling his veins as has felt another of his kin near the shell's location. All of his children sat around the hall, each of them stopping their meal as they too lifted their heads towards the source of their alarm. With that Halos had bolted form throne room and onto the surface in a desperate attempt to find his sibling, his mind was filled excitement and in fear. 

    His sire had desired the strongest to rule, to be able to subjugate the rest so they could rightfully take the galaxy back form the ShinJin. The sire had only lost the battle due to being outnumbered, the mortals flocking to aid the weak gods in their fight against their sire. It is why his sire had created so many of them, where the sire had failed his many progenies would succeed.  

    "But...am I the strongest?" he asked himself out loud, worry filling his mind that he might not be the strongest of his siblings. He was not willing to play second string to another, even if they shared his divine birthright. Oh if he lost, he would follow without a doubt, at least until he grew strong enough to challenge them again. He was finding out with each trip to the surface that his power was growing, could grow further than he ever dreamed when he lived only in the shell. Of course he would be the one to come out on top in the end, one way or another.

    Moments later he was hovering over the island his sibling was at, the magic drawing him closer as he let his power drip of him in an effort to call out his sibling. It was time for them to fulfill their sires wishes, for the children to fight for domenice , for to ascend to the leader of the new gods.


    "Reveal yourself!"  He called out in their native tongue, before switching back to the native language of earth and calling again. His voice booming across the island and even the nearby islands with each call, the lord of storm slowly drifting closer to his target.

    Still gripped in a heightened state of stress Halos failed to notice small signs that something was wrong with his sibling, instead all he saw was the coming battle between the two. Preparing for the clash between them Halos was slowly building up his strength as studied her during her approach, from the clothes she was wearing, any signs of magical power or even if she was carrying weapons. He was quick to internally sneer at her wardrobe, the dull clothes were rather plain and did little to show off her position as one of the sire's children.  No the lady in front of him was for all intents and purposes no different than any other mortal out there. The woman's massive size and stature was the only reason she would be picked form a crowed. For some reason it irked Halos's terribly that she did not conduct herself like the god she was, his normally passive face twitches a few times before he drew closer.

    "I see you now sister." he growled just loudly enough for her to hear, his hands still in a passive stance as he watched her. "I see you prefer to speak the mortals tounge sister, it matters not. I am Halos, Lord of the storms and inheritor of earth as our Sire intended." he replied in a condescending matter, as if it should be common knowledge. It was then that he realized something was wrong, however no matter how he looked at her he could see nothing wrong at a glance.

    Still, it bothered him to no end as studied her further, a scowl covering his face as he tried to put his finger on it. It was not until he was about to ignore the feeling that it him, his scowl vanishing instantly as he stared at her with wide eyes. It could not be so for one of the children to fall like this, he needed her to speak, to give him some kind of reason for her strange behavior. She should know that they were siblings at a glance, destined to fight for dominance over the galaxy. 

    "Sister?"   he questioned after a moment, his eyes watching for how she would react. It not for the burning in his blood Halos's would have thought he was mistaken, that and the fact that she his size stood testament to her lineage. No this was one of the sire's bloods, a direct child or a second generation without a shadow of a doubt.

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    It did not take him long to realize she had very little idea who or what she was, his sister a broken imitation of what a child of the sire should be. At least her mind was, and he imagined with a title like queen of a warrior race that she did have the power to face him, even if it was a mortal title. 

    "Queen? bah a mortal title unworthy of one born of our father. Just a pale imitation of what you should be!"   He nearly snarled at her, his face twisting angerly at their claim to royalty rather than divinity. However, this did create new issues for him, ones that had never occurred to him before. It had never occurred to him if one of their own had forgot their origins, or worse yet turned on them. The very idea the strongest of the Sires children could side with the Shinjin due to forgetting their origin, or worse yet agreeing to serve the damn Shin. 
    
    The thought was so chilling that even his burning blood cooled instantly, his snarling face instantly returning to a calm appearance as he looked her over silently. It was at that moment he realized he needed to take precautions against this Zaks, and even his other siblings out in the galaxy. He would need to hunt them down soon, force them into subservice to him before anymore ended up like Zaks or were persuaded to the Shinjins side. Each one free of his control was a chance of them being discovered far too soon, while they were still weaker than the Shinjin. There were not ready and meeting this so called Zaks was a mistake born of his haste.

    He stood silent, just watching her as she spoke, his mind trying to figure out just what to do with her. He even thought about risking the fight to take her out right here and now, a thought that was crushed the second it was born as the fallen titan in front of him mocked his strength. Some how he knew that she was stronger, her stance and demeanor also showed that she knew it as well.

    "How? Just watch...Zaks, I doubt you ruled your world when you exited your shell. Go back to your world and forget about mine." he finally replied after a even longer silence, refusing to call her sister any longer. His reply was slow as he thought over his choice of words very carefully. He refused to fight at this stage, refused to submit to this fallen sister and choosing the wrong words here could easily provoke a fight between the two. He could see that while she recalled what a shell was that she did not know everything, or even very much about them. The longer their meeting lasted however, the greater the chances that could change. 

    "I am done here, I came to find my kin and all I found was a feral twisted being in our shape." he muttered loudly, turning away as he started to float away clearly no longer interested in her. "I Halos child of the father herby declare you feral and fallen. Begone form this world and do not bother the kin again. This is your only warning, Zaks" He simultaneously declared and warned her, his final words a dismissal if she had ever heard them. And to him she was no longer on of theirs, her divinity lost in his eyes as she now wore her mortality well. And with that the lord of the storms drifted higher away form her in his attempt to escape this blunder that could cost him everything he had been working for.