The forest around them was burning. Trees wept flames. The sky, once blue and serene, twisted into a chaotic canvas of crimson and gold. A storm of divine energy spiraled above, distorting the very fabric of Olympus. Hades knelt in the blood-soaked grass, holding the fading essence of Ela in his arms. Then, he stood. The warmth in his chest, once filled with peace, turned to black fire. "You will scream for what you've done."
Hyperion cocked his head. "Then come. Let's see if the King of rebellion has the spine of a man."
Hades moved so fast, the air cracked. A single punch collided with Hyperion's face, shattering divine flesh and bone; his golden cheekbone exploded, sending fragments of light and blood in every direction. Hyperion grunted, stumbling as ichor splattered across the burning flowers. Before he could regain his stance, Hades was upon him again. Another punch. And another.
The blood, skin, and multiple organs were flying out of Hyperion as he nearly instantly regenerated from his wound, but Hades didn't relent. Each impact broke something. Ribs caved. Teeth flew like glass shrapnel. Divine blood poured from Hyperion's mouth, golden and viscous, sizzling as it touched the ground.
"You don't even know what you're dealing with." He said as he raised his hand, and light exploded from his palm. A beam of pure solar fury blasted Hades in the chest, blowing chunks of divine flesh clean off, revealing scorched muscle and cracked ribs. Hades screamed, tumbling backwards, his chest cavity smoking.
But he didn't stop. He couldn't. He charged again. They clashed like planets colliding, their fists leaving shockwaves that tore apart trees and ruptured the earth. Each punch from Hades left Hyperion bloodied and broken. Hyperion fought back with blasts of divine energy that carved through flesh and fractured bone.
Hades and Hyperion both bolted back as their wounds healed. Hades' wounds healed faster, nearly instantly, than Hyperion which was slow and time-confused. Under Hyperion's shocked eyes, Hades opened his chest and his bloody heart, which was torn in more than one location, rejoined itself; the rib cage, which now only had one single rib, grew all of them back in an instant. The golden blood which poured out continually was sealed, and finally his intestines, which were left out in the open, crawled up into his stomach and replaced themself in their position instantly.
'I am called the best healer in the heavens, not even Cronus could heal himself as fast as I could with my light. Yet this kid could do it at the same rate as me' Hyperion thought as his ego took a major blow. He started to see Hades as a real threat as he used light to instantly heal himself to peak power, his insides, which were missing nearly all of his stomach and intestine, his face, which was broken and beaten, covered in golden blood, and all of his body was covered in light particles.
This level of damage to Atitann was only seen when it came to the war against primordials, and it came from a man only half their size. Remember, Titans were nearly 10-15 feet big, and doing this much damage means that Hades hit the titan more times than he hit Hades. Coming back to the point, Hades, now completely healed, looked at Hyperion, who was also healed, as he just smiled a very terrifying smile.
Hyperion, when he looked at the smile, felt fear; the light of heaven saw the limitless darkness for the first time, and it terrified it. Hades himself was smiling because he could cause more pain to Hyperion; all his thoughts were filled with loss, anger, and vengeance, as he could not see anything other than causing Hyperion pain.
Hyperion laughed as he said, "It's been ages since someone pushed me this far, be proud, god, I will show you the true might of light of the heavens.n"
Then, everything shifted. Hyperion's body shimmered and vanished. His laughter echoed from everywhere. "Let me show you what Light truly is." Light warped around Hades, twisting the battlefield. The world became radiant and colorless. Hyperion's domain, Heavenly Light, erased all shadows. There was no place to hide. No up. No down. Just light. Endless. Overwhelming. Blinding. And pain.
Hades screamed as a beam of light pierced through his right arm, ripping it apart at the elbow. The skin liquified, the muscle peeled away in ribbons, and the bones shattered into ash. He stumbled, and another ray slammed through his thigh. His leg detonated, tendons whipping through the air like snapped wires. Blood soaked the ground. His skin boiled under the relentless radiation.
Hyperion appeared like a god sculpted from the sun, walking slowly through the light. Every punch from Hades passed through him his body turned to photons, intangible and mockingly untouchable. Then the light would condense and he would strike. One blow collapsed Hades' jaw. Another caved in his eye socket, blood oozing down his cheek as the eyeball popped like a grape.
"You're nothing," Hyperion said, stepping on Hades' mangled hand, grinding it into the dirt. "You're just a shadow. A coward who thought hiding in the mountains would save him from me."
Hades coughed up blood. His limbs twitched, broken and scorched. He lay on his back, staring into the endless sky of Hyperion's domain. Then light. But not from Hyperion, from within, from memory of her, Ela. Her form appeared above him in a vision, radiant, warm, untouched by blood or death. Her smile was soft. Her eyes shimmered like morning dew.
"Hades," she whispered, kneeling beside him. "What happened to you?"
"Y–you are–" He tried to speak, but blood gurgled in his throat. She reached out and touched his temple. "You can't fight him with fury. That is not what you love; that is not the person I love. I fell in love with your calmness from the moment I met you till now. In every situation, you were calm, collected, and always had a plan. Even when life threw so much at you, not a once of rage was present in you. What happened now?"