How the reign of the Olympian gods came to an end, via one who was never mentioned in the ancient stories save for a nameless mention in the tale of his mother and how his sister came to be.
Anastaseos, god of the mind, scientific practices, and miracles, breathed in the cool mountain air of Mount Olympus and revelled in his victory.
At long last, his father had been defeated and he was now the new king, free to bring in a new era like his father and grandfather before him. They too, like him, had their rises to power predicted in prophecy, but their reigns had been short, brief, but Anastaseos would make sure that HIS reign lasted far longer and greater than theirs ever did. A great reign Anastaseos imagined that he would have. One filled with advancement and the pursuit of knowledge for all of humanity. One that had vast sprawling metropolises, Exquisite foods that were both delicious and safe to eat, and transportation with an immense amount of speed. But for that to happen, first Rome had to fall and be replaced.
Anastaseos remembered his mother holding him close in the vast darkness of oblivion and her whispered pleas to him to escape that place of cold nothingness and exact vengeance on his father for betraying her. Yes, Zeus had made a fatal mistake when he had lain with Metis.
Indeed, Anastaseos was the full-blooded brother of Athena, the wisdom goddess, and the one the Earth Mother had predicted would be more powerful than his father and usurp him from his position.
Usurp Anastaseos had done. He had fought many hard fights with the Olympian gods, but in the end, their struggling had been for naught, and Anastaseos had placed nearly every immortal in their place once he was done with them, after all, as he had said once he had bore witness to the effect of the petty squabbles the gods had on the mortal world: There need be only one god!
But the keyword there had been nearly. Only one other god, Hades his name was, had survived the wrath of Anastaseos. Whilst all the other gods had been sent to oblivion, as was most appropriate, the eldest son of the Titan Lord had somehow escaped this fate.
This brought Anastaseos to the matter of religion, but he was not worried, for Christianity had been chosen as his religious sect. It was perfect, as it would establish him as the divine savior and his uncle as his antithesis.
All this would take much time, but Anastaseos could wait. He had waited for his chance to escape from oblivion, he had waited for his chance to overthrow the gods, and he could wait for his new age to be realized.
Anastaseos turned toward the main temple on Olympus and merely smirked. First, he had some redecorating to do here.
Seriously, did NO ONE else think about this besides me? Uranus and Kronos both tried to prevent their falls and failed miserably, so it only makes sense that Zeus would fail horribly as well. I took the idea of the usurping son from the myth of Zeus and Metis (You know, Athena's mother? Go read it if you have the time.) so I could have a solid background for my character, Anastaseos, which means "Resurrection" in greek.