Daughter of Zeus

by Keotaka1

Summary:

Before the second round of Ragnarok, Brunhilde accidentally summons Diana Prince, also known as Wonder Woman, from another universe to face Zeus. Deciding to help humanity, Diana battles the King of the Gods in an epic clash that shakes the arena. As the dust settles, the primordial being Chaos arrives, revealing a shocking truth: Diana is Zeus's demigod daughter from a different world.

Wonder Woman x Record of Ragnarok / Shuumatsu no Valkyrie

Warning: Some bad grammar/ mistakes in information because I am not a pro writer. (I appreciate it if you point out things I got wrong)

Wonder Woman belongs to DC Comics. Shuumatsu no Valkyrie (Record of Ragnarok) belongs to Shinya Uemura and Takumi Fukui.

Chapter 1: Summoned Amazon Warrior

In a chamber deep within the Arena of Valhalla, Brunhilde and Göll were looking over the holographic screens displaying various human fighters from history, legend, and myth. The flickering images illuminated the dim, solemn room as the echoes of the first match lingered in their minds.

"Round One is over. What we need to do now is choose our champion for Round Two," Brunhilde said, her sharp eyes scanning the lineup of potential fighters. Each figure shone with potential, but none radiated the power needed to match the divine forces they would face.

"Yeah, but not even Lü Bu could stand against them!" Göll said, slumping against a marble pillar, her expression twisted with worry. "Who can we pick that might actually win?"

Brunhilde didn't look at her. Instead, she waved her hand, flipping through screens as warriors appeared and disappeared in rapid succession. Spartacus. King Arthur. Miyamoto Musashi. They all had merit, but they felt... insufficient. This next match couldn't simply be about bravery or resolve. It had to be something more.

"It's not about who they are," Brunhilde muttered to herself, "but what they symbolize. We need a warrior who embodies the will of humanity. Someone with strength... and unwavering justice."

"Unwavering justice?" Göll repeated, blinking up at her sister. "What are you—?"

Brunhilde raised her hand, silencing Göll. Her gaze narrowed as a strange energy flickered across the crystal hovering above them. The screens began to warp and shift erratically, the images dissolving into a swirling pool of light.

"Sister?" Göll said, her voice trembling.

Brunhilde stepped closer to the crystal, her hand outstretched. "Something... something's pulling through. This isn't me." Her voice, though calm, betrayed a note of apprehension.

The crystal pulsed violently, bathing the room in blinding light. A strange vortex formed at its center, a wind whipping through the chamber so fiercely that Göll had to shield her eyes.

"What's happening?!" Göll shouted, clutching the pillar.

Brunhilde said nothing, her sharp eyes fixed on the expanding rift. Then, with a deafening crack, a figure emerged from the swirling light. The gale ceased abruptly, leaving the room in heavy silence as the brightness faded.

There, standing in the center of the chamber, was a tall, attractive woman. Clad in gleaming red, gold, and blue armor, her presence radiated an aura of strength and authority that rivaled even the gods. Her black hair flowed behind her, and in her hands rested a shimmering lasso and a gleaming sword.

"Who are you?" Brunhilde asked cautiously, though her tone carried undeniable intrigue.

The figure stepped forward, her expression firm but curious. "My name is Diana of Themyscira, also known as Wonder Woman," she said, her voice resonating with confidence and purpose. "Where am I, and why have I been brought here?"

Göll's mouth fell open, her eyes wide as she stared at the unexpected arrival. "Did you... did you summon her?"

"No," Brunhilde said, her brow furrowing. "This... this wasn't part of the plan." She looked at Diana. "You're not of this world. But tell me, are you a warrior?"

"I am," Diana replied without hesitation. Her hand tightened on the hilt of her sword. "And I fight for justice and the protection of mankind. But who are you to pull me from my home?"

Brunhilde smirked, her uncertainty fading into a determined expression. Perhaps fate had intervened where her own plans had faltered. "I am Brunhilde, leader of the Valkyries. This is Valhalla, the realm of the divine, where a battle between gods and humanity is taking place. If you truly fight for mankind, Wonder Woman, you've been summoned to the right place."

Diana's eyes narrowed, her stance remaining defensive. "A battle between gods and humans?"

Brunhilde nodded solemnly. "Yes. Humanity is fighting the gods in Ragnarok, the ultimate battle. The gods have decided humanity is no longer worthy of existence, and they intend to annihilate every last one of them."

Diana's brows furrowed, and her grip on her sword tightened. "The gods want to wipe out humanity?" she echoed, her voice low but sharp, disbelief laced within it. "Why?"

Brunhilde stepped closer, her expression unreadable. "They claim humans are corrupt, selfish, and a blight upon the world. In their eyes, mortals have no hope of redemption." Her tone hardened. "But I refuse to believe that. I've spent eons observing humanity. They're far from perfect, but capable of incredible strength, kindness, and resilience. That's why I'm fighting for them, and why I've summoned the greatest champions in history to prove humanity's worth."

Diana's lips pressed into a thin line, her mind racing as she processed the information. "And you believe I can be one of those champions," she stated rather than asked, her tone steady.

"Yes," Brunhilde replied firmly, meeting Diana's gaze without flinching. "Though I didn't summon you intentionally, your arrival here is no accident. Fate, or perhaps something even greater, brought you to this moment. You must've embody everything humanity needs right now: strength, honor, and an unyielding sense of justice."

Diana hesitated for a moment, glancing down at her sword and then back at Brunhilde. "If I fight for humanity here, will you ensure I can return home? My world also needs its protector."

Brunhilde's eyes softened briefly before she nodded. "I will figure out a way to send you home when the time comes. But first, humanity needs you now. The battle cannot wait."

Diana's stance firmed as she faced Brunhilde. "Then I will fight," she declared with resolve. "If these gods believe humanity is without worth, I'll show them their mistake."

Brunhilde's smirk returned, confidence solidifying within her. "Good. Because your opponent will be Zeus, King of the Gods."

Göll gasped, her eyes widening in alarm. "You're really putting her against Zeus?"

Brunhilde's gaze didn't waver. "If humanity is to have any hope, they need their strongest warriors facing the greatest challenges. Zeus won't hold back, but I believe she can match him."

Diana straightened, her expression calm yet fierce. "Then let this other Zeus come. I've faced gods before. He'll learn I'm no stranger to battle."

Brunhilde nodded, her determination mirrored in Diana's steady resolve. "Round Two begins soon. The fate of humanity now rests in your hands, Wonder Woman."

Chapter 2: Surprise Entrance

Notes:

The entire story will not follow ROR canon to fit how I want the story to be. I may be tweaking the DC comics canon too.

"I'll guide you to where you need to enter the arena," Brunhilde said, her voice calm yet urgent. "The gods and humans alike are already waiting."

Diana nodded, her expression steady and determined. "Understood."

Before they could proceed further, Göll blurted out, "Wait! Doesn't she need a Divine Weapon?"

Brunhilde halted mid-step, her expression shifting from focused to exasperated disbelief. "Göll, you're right! How could I forget the most important thing?" she berated herself, rubbing her temple.

Diana turned her gaze to Göll, her expression calm and confident. "That won't be necessary. I already carry divine weapons," she said. "They were gifts from the gods of my world."

Brunhilde and Göll froze in shock. "You already have divine weapons?" Brunhilde asked, narrowing her sharp eyes as if to assess Diana's claim.

Diana offered a calm smile before she unfastened the golden lasso coiled at her side. Its woven strands shimmered with an otherworldly light that seemed alive. "This is the Lasso of Truth," she began. "It compels anyone within its grasp to speak their innermost truths. A gift from Hestia, the goddess of hearth and fire."

Göll leaned forward, mesmerized by its glow. "It's so beautiful... it's like it's alive!"

Next, Diana raised her wrists, revealing shining silver bracelets. "These are my Magical Bracelets," she continued. "They were forged from fragments of Zeus's legendary shield, Aegis. They can deflect almost anything, even divine attacks." She lowered her arms and added with a faint smirk, "They're also useful for channeling divine energy."

Diana then touched the golden tiara resting on her brow, its star-shaped centerpiece gleaming under the light.

"This is my Tiara of Athena," she explained. "Gifted by the goddess herself, it is both a symbol of my heritage and a weapon. It's razor-sharp and can be thrown with precision in combat, always returning to my hand."

Reaching over her shoulder, Diana retrieved a beautifully ornamented shield, rimmed in gold with intricate engravings of ancient battles. She held it with practiced ease, showcasing its unyielding strength. "This is my Shield of Athena," she said. "Crafted by the goddess Athena herself, it is nearly indestructible and capable of deflecting even godly blows."

Finally, Diana rested her hand on the hilt of a sword at her side. Slowly, she drew it, the blade gleaming like molten silver, radiating power with every movement. "And this," she said, her tone steady and assured, "is the God Killer sword. Forged by Hephaestus, it is a highly capable weapon, believed to be able to do the unthinkable: slay a god."

The chamber seemed to grow still, the aura of the God Killer overwhelming the air. Brunhilde's smirk as Diana set the blade aside. "You weren't kidding," the Valkyrie said. "These are truly divine. With this arsenal, Völundr might not even be necessary."

Diana tilted her head slightly, curiosity piqued. "Völundr?"

"It is the act of uniting the soul of a human with the soul of a Valkyrie," Brunhilde explained. "This transforms the Valkyrie into a Divine Weapon most suited to the human. These weapons are incredibly durable, often granting supernatural abilities. The human can then fight at their full potential—and beyond."

"For Völundr to succeed," Göll added excitedly, "both the human and Valkyrie must resonate emotionally, as if their souls are in perfect harmony."

Brunhilde nodded. "This resonance allows the Valkyrie to manifest as a weapon matched to the human's fighting spirit. It's how humanity stands a chance against the gods."

Diana's expression grew thoughtful. After a pause, she said, "While I see its value, I would refuse such an act."

"Refuse?" Brunhilde asked, surprised. "Why?"

Diana met her gaze evenly. "Because I believe in my own strength. These gifts were given to me by my gods. They entrusted me to wield them with responsibility and honor. I won't rely on someone else's soul to fight for me. I am enough."

Her words carried such weight that Brunhilde and Göll could only stare. After a long silence, Brunhilde smirked for the second time, her intrigue evident. "Fair enough. Let's get you to the arena. It seems you're more prepared than we expected."

In the grand arena, Zeus stretched his muscular arms, his fingers curling into fists that radiated power. His confidence was palpable, exuding from every inch of his towering frame as he cracked his knuckles. Next to him, Heimdall stood stoic, his ever-watchful gaze fixed on the human gate.

"Where is this mortal they're sending?" Zeus asked impatiently. "I don't have all day to wait for my opponent. Let's get this over with."

"Patience, Lord Zeus," Heimdall said calmly, his golden horn glinting under the sunlight. "The fight will begin soon enough."

Zeus rolled his eyes. "Whoever they've chosen, it's irrelevant. This won't last long. I'll crush them and prove, once again, that humanity's struggle is meaningless."

From the crowd of onlookers, the gods and humans murmured and speculated anxiously.

"Who could they send?" a human whispered. "Surely someone stronger than Lü Bu, right?"

"Anyone who can win!" another added. "We need this victory."

On their lofty thrones, the gods spoke openly, disdain dripping from their words.

"Another futile gesture," Poseidon scoffed, his expression as cold as the ocean depths. "They should surrender instead of embarrassing themselves."

By contrast, Hades regarded the proceedings with intrigue. "The Valkyrie is cunning. She wouldn't send just anyone. I suspect we're in for a surprise," he mused.

At that moment, Heimdall raised his hand, calling for silence. "The human champion for Round Two has arrived!" he announced, his voice resonating across the arena.

The massive iron gate creaked open, the grinding sound echoing ominously. Every eye turned toward the shadows as a single figure emerged.

A collective gasp rippled through the crowd. The gods sat frozen in stunned silence.

It was a woman.

A strikingly beautiful woman.

She stood tall—nearly six feet—with sun-kissed skin that seemed to glow, framed by a cascade of raven-black hair reaching past her waist. Her piercing blue eyes shone with fierce determination. She wore crimson, gold, and blue armor that gleamed with divine energy. A golden lasso hung at her side, and a radiant sword and shield were secured across her back.

Zeus gaped. "A woman?!" he bellowed, his booming voice breaking the silence.

Heimdall, rarely shaken, muttered in disbelief, "The Valkyrie didn't mention this..."

From his throne, Hades leaned forward, intrigue lighting his eyes. Poseidon, however, sneered, his disdain clear. "What a joke," he spat. "They send a  mortal woman against my fool of a brother? Ridiculous."

The crowd's whispers grew into a cacophony as she strode confidently toward the center of the arena.

Wonder Woman had finally entered.

Chapter 3: Who Are You?

The moment Diana stepped into the arena, the world seemed to hold its breath. Her stride was deliberate, confident, and unwavering. Every gaze—divine and mortal alike—was locked on her. A hum of anticipation rippled through the crowd, even as an air of unease crept into the gods' section.

At the center of the battlefield, Zeus stood tall, his golden eyes narrowing as he studied her. Despite his confident posture, a nagging sense of familiarity clawed at him, something he couldn't quite shake.

The arena buzzed with murmurs. Mortals whispered among themselves, casting glances toward the radiant woman who now stood in the middle of the grand coliseum.

Heimdall stepped forward, clearing his throat to command the audience's attention. His voice thundered across the arena as he raised his golden horn. "Humanity's champion, state your name!"

Diana stopped in the center of the arena, her stance calm and steady as a marble statue. She turned toward Heimdall, her presence commanding silence before she spoke.

"My name is Diana Prince," she announced, her voice clear and steady. As her gaze swept across the crowd, she continued, "...also known as Wonder Woman."

The arena fell into an uneasy silence. For a brief moment, no one moved or spoke.

Then came the confusion. Mortals exchanged bewildered glances, their hushed whispers like the rustling of leaves in the wind.

"Wonder Woman? What kind of name is that?"
"Is it supposed to mean something?"
"She's... human, right? What is this?"

Among the gods, there was no hesitation. Mocking laughter burst forth from various corners of the divine stands.

Poseidon sneered, his icy eyes filled with disdain. "Wonder Woman?" he said, the corners of his mouth curling in derision. Folding his arms, he scoffed, "A child's title. Is this the best they could send? What a disappointment."

Ares leaned forward on his throne, letting out a booming, cruel chuckle. "Who the hell does this mortal think she is? I've existed for eons and never heard of this so-called Wonder Woman!" His lips curled into a malicious grin. "I'll tell you what I think—after Zeus crushes her, she'll be nothing more than blunder woman."

Sitting nearby, Loki grinned wickedly. "A mortal and a comedian, it seems! Perhaps she'll at least provide us with some entertainment before Zeus wipes her from existence." His laughter echoed sharply across the arena, much to the annoyance of Odin, Muninn, and Huginn.

Though most of the gods openly mocked Diana, there were a few whose interest piqued rather than soured.

Hades's dark gaze remained sharp as ever. Unlike his mocking peers, his interest in Diana only grew. "I have never heard of Diana Prince or Wonder Woman," he murmured to himself, an intrigued expression crossing his features. "I wonder why the Valkyries chose an unknown mortal. Have they already run out of human fighters? Or perhaps there is more to this mortal than meets the eye."

Further down the divine row, Hermes rested his chin on his hand, his sharp eyes filled with intrigue. "Wonder Woman... how very bold. She must have something interesting up her sleeve to stand before Zeus with that name."

Shiva chuckled, his four arms resting casually on the edges of his throne. "Look at her," he said, his tone amused. "She's not even fazed. That's no ordinary mortal. She's here because she wants to be. What's her game?"

Even Buddha cast her a curious glance. "Wonder Woman, huh?" he said, his serene smile barely flickering. "There must be some meaning behind that name. I wonder how Bu-chan came across her."

Zeus remained silent through the exchange, his golden eyes never leaving Diana. The mocking laughter of his peers barely registered, as his thoughts churned with something he couldn't quite place. There was an undeniable pull toward her—one he couldn't explain.

"Diana Prince," he said aloud, testing the name as though it carried weight beyond her. His eyes narrowed slightly. "Wonder Woman. A curious title for a mortal." He paused, his tone taking on a sharper edge. "It sounds like a name meant for someone who believes in foolish ideals. Let us see if it's justified."

Diana met his gaze without hesitation, her expression calm and composed. "My ideals are not foolish," she said, her voice ringing clearly across the arena. "I believe in justice—the foundation of hope—the very thing that gives humanity strength, even when gods look down on them."

Zeus's lips curved into an amused smirk. He stepped closer, the sound of his footfalls heavy and deliberate, like the rumble of thunder. "Strong words for a mortal facing her doom," he said. "Do you truly believe your strength can match a god's?"

Diana turned to address the entire arena, her voice cutting through the crowd's murmurs and rising above the gods' mockery.

"To those who mock me, I say this: My name may confuse you, but my actions will not. I stand here not because I seek glory or recognition, but because I believe in humanity's strength. Even when faced with gods, we will not bow. We will rise."

The mortals in the crowd stilled, her words striking a chord they couldn't ignore.

"She... she believes in us," one whispered, awe creeping into their voice.
"She's different," said another. "Could she... could she win?"

The gods, however, were less impressed. Laughter echoed once more from their seats, mocking and cold.

Zeus's grin widened, shifting into something both menacing and eager. "Bold words, Wonder Woman. But I didn't come here for speeches." His voice rumbled, electric energy crackling faintly in his hand. "If you truly believe in humanity's strength, show me. Prove it with your abilities."

Diana calmly unsheathed her sword, the blade catching the arena's light as it gleamed with an otherworldly glow. Her movements were precise, deliberate. With equal grace, she raised her shield and assumed a battle-ready stance, her piercing gaze locked on Zeus.

"I will," she said firmly, her voice unwavering.

The tension in the arena became palpable. The crowd leaned forward, holding their collective breath. Even the mocking gods fell silent, watching with a flicker of apprehension and anticipation.

And at the center of it all, Diana Prince stood unshaken. For the first time in centuries, Zeus felt something unusual. Not fear—no, never fear—but a gnawing uncertainty he couldn't explain.

Heimdall raised his horn high, its golden surface catching the sunlight as if igniting with purpose. His voice boomed, reverberating across the coliseum as he declared, "On this sacred battleground where the fate of humanity and the honor of the gods collide, Round Two of Ragnarok will now begin!"

Chapter 4: Wonder Woman VS Zeus Part 1

Notes:

You can say that this chapter is a warm-up.

The arena erupted in a deafening roar, filled with cheers and jeers. Zeus straightened, his golden eyes sparking with energy as he took deliberate steps forward. His aura radiated divine might—overwhelming and suffocating.

Across from him, Diana's calm demeanor did not falter. Her grip on the hilt of the God Killer sword tightened, her shield raised as she stood her ground. Her piercing blue gaze locked onto Zeus, unwavering in the face of his immense presence.

Suddenly, Zeus vanished in a flash, and before the crowd could blink, he reappeared directly in front of Diana. In less than a heartbeat, his fist rocketed forward at near-light speed—faster than the mortal eye could follow.

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But Diana's instincts and reflexes, honed through countless battles, were sharp. With a swift motion, she flipped backward just in time, her shield gleaming as it cut through the air. Zeus's fist narrowly missed her, the force of his punch creating a deafening shockwave that cracked the ground where she had just stood.

The crowd gasped in awe, watching as Diana landed gracefully several feet away, her movements as fluid as water yet as precise as a blade. She straightened, her shield still raised and her eyes locked on Zeus, a calm yet determined expression etched on her face.

"A near-light-speed jab by Lord Zeus! But Wonder Woman easily dodges it!" Heimdall shouted through his horn.

Shaking with exhilaration at Diana's ability to evade his attack, Zeus chuckled manically. "Ho ho ho! Excellent, excellent! Looks like I don't need to hold back!"

"Prepare yourself!" With that, he unleashed a rapid barrage of punches at Diana, each strike becoming faster and more precise, escalating into lightning-speed attacks.

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Despite the onslaught of lightning-fast punches aimed at her, Diana remained composed, her movements flowing with practiced precision as she expertly evaded and blocked each strike with her shield. Every punch from Zeus narrowly missed, with Diana slipping past them by the smallest margin, her gaze sharp and calculating.

The gods—Hades, Poseidon, Shiva, Odin, Izanagi, and Ra-Horakhty—watched in astonishment as the mortal not only kept pace with Zeus but managed to dodge and block every single one of his attacks.

Heimdall raised his horn again, his voice booming across the arena. "Wonder Woman continues to evade Lord Zeus's Meteor jabs, defying the might of the gods themselves!"

Zeus's expression twisted into one of exhilarated frustration. His every punch grew quicker, more forceful, as he sought to land a single blow on the defiant mortal woman before him. But Diana, unfazed by the intensity of the assault, danced around him with an almost ethereal grace.

She pivoted left to avoid a crushing blow, her feet barely touching the ground. As she spun, her shield deflected a glancing strike, the divine energy reverberating through her body, but her balance held firm. Another punch soared past, too fast for mortal eyes to follow, but Diana's focus never wavered.

She was in rhythm, each evasion bringing her a step closer to Zeus. Her shield absorbed the shock of another blow, but her sword—gleaming with intent—remained ready.

"You can't keep up, mortal!" Zeus growled, the gleam of lightning flickering in his hands as his attacks began to multiply, his fists becoming a blur of divine power. He telegraphed his next move, letting his intentions crackle through the air before unleashing an even more devastating barrage. "There is no way you can endure the might of my punches! This is what it means to face a god!"

Diana's breath steadied, her sharp gaze following Zeus's every movement. Each of his strikes carried overwhelming force, but there—a subtle hitch in his rhythm, a fraction of a second where his speed outpaced his control. Her muscles tensed as she seized the fleeting opening.

With fluid precision, Diana lunged forward, closing the gap between them in a heartbeat. Her sword gleamed, not just as a weapon but an extension of her indomitable resolve. She swung with calculated ferocity, the blade cutting through the air in a deadly arc aimed directly at Zeus's chest.

A gasp rippled through the crowd as Zeus's expression shifted—a rare flicker of surprise crossed his face. He twisted sharply, his godlike reflexes barely saving him as the blade passed millimeters from his chest. Though it didn't touch him, the sheer force of the strike stirred a violent wind, cracking the arena floor beneath their feet.

Zeus took a deliberate step back, a faint scorch marking the edge of his tunic where the sword had almost connected. He rested a hand lightly over the near-hit, his golden eyes narrowing.

"Impressive," he admitted, his tone quieter but heavier, filled with both admiration and danger. "You're precise, mortal. Far more than I expected. But this"—he gestured to the faint tear in his garment—"is the closest you'll ever come."

Tension filled the air around him as Zeus's demeanor changed. Gone was the amusement. Now, he stood with a posture of raw determination, his aura intensifying until the very ground beneath him seemed to tremble in response.

Diana held her position, unwavering, her shield steady and her sword poised for another strike. Her eyes never left his, her resolve unshaken even as she faced the full brunt of his overwhelming might.

The crowd, both mortal and divine, was utterly captivated. The gods exchanged uneasy glances—Hades leaned forward, his interest piqued further; Poseidon scowled, his pride wounded by a mortal woman's display of skill; even Odin sat a little straighter, his piercing gaze fixed on the arena.

Zeus's voice rumbled with a low growl, his frustration barely hidden beneath his words. "You've defied expectations, Wonder Woman. But remember this—defiance alone does not make one victorious. Allow me to demonstrate the difference between mortal ambition and divine reality."

Without warning, Zeus advanced, his movements swift yet deliberate, his fists crackling with latent power. Diana braced herself, her focus absolute, as the battle escalated.

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Meteor jabs!

"HOIYAAAAAH!" Zeus's punches blurred into a whirlwind of unstoppable speed, each strike more destructive than the last, creating shockwaves that tore through the air with deafening force.

"Lord Zeus is unleashing a relentless flurry of jabs!" Heimdall called out, his voice booming. "He's throwing one after another at blinding speed..."

Diana moved with deadly precision, her sword weaving through the air in a brilliant arc as she aimed another strike at Zeus's chest. But even as she swung, Zeus's divine instincts took over, his body shifting effortlessly out of her blade's path. His counterattack came instantly, a meteor jab narrowly missing Diana's side as she twisted her body to evade.

"Wonder Woman is dodging while attacking!" Heimdall exclaimed, his voice electric with excitement. "She is pushing back, but Lord Zeus continues to evade her blade with godly agility!"

Zeus's fists blurred as they moved even faster, the air around the battlefield distorting under the sheer force of his assault. Diana's strikes with the God Killer sword cut through the storm, aiming relentlessly at her opponent. But Zeus's reflexes, honed by eons of battle, kept him just beyond the reach of her blade.

Diana's blocks and evasion became tighter as Zeus increased the ferocity of his jabs, forcing her to constantly adjust. A punch tore past her shoulder, missing by the slimmest margin, but the force alone was enough to send a gust of wind rippling past her armor. She countered with a swift strike from below, the blade slicing through the empty air as Zeus tilted back just in time.

"Her precision is impeccable, but Lord Zeus's godly agility is proving difficult even for Wonder Woman to overcome!" Heimdall roared, his horn amplifying the energy of the crowd.

The floor beneath them cracked as another punch from Zeus slammed into the ground when Diana shifted out of reach. The fragments of the arena scattered into the air, adding to the chaos of their furious exchange. Diana's breath steadied, her body moving on instinct now, her focus never leaving Zeus's shifting form.

"You're slowing down, mortal!" Zeus taunted, his voice carrying both confidence and irritation as Diana narrowly dodged another jab, the edge of his fist brushing against her shield with an ear-splitting clash.

"And yet, you still can't hit me," Diana replied with calm defiance, her eyes meeting his as she swung her blade in a sharp arc, the tip sparking against his divine aura but falling short of landing a decisive blow.

Zeus chuckled, though frustration lingered in his golden eyes. "If this is what you believe to be strength, then let me show you power beyond mortal comprehension!"

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The pace of his punches escalated once again. Diana gritted her teeth, her movements remaining fluid but increasingly pressed by the relentless speed. For every swing she made, Zeus was just barely out of reach, his ability to dodge her strikes matching the divine intensity of his punches.

"The jabs are accelerating! Faster and faster and faster...! But Diana continues to evade them all!" Heimdall declared, his booming voice echoing over the roars of the stunned crowd.

The gods and mortals alike were frozen in awe at the spectacle unfolding before their eyes. Zeus, the mightiest of the Olympians, unleashed a torrent of attacks that seemed impossible to evade. Yet Diana countered him with a grace and agility that defied all logic.

"She's... keeping up with Zeus?!" Poseidon muttered in disbelief from his throne. "No mortal should possess such speed or precision."

Hades eyes gleamed with fascination. "Not merely keeping up, but fighting as an equal," he remarked, his voice filled with wonder.

Even Odin, the All-Father himself, leaned forward, his gaze unrelenting as he observed Diana's flawless movements. He stroked his long beard, his mind churning. Is she truly a mortal? Or is there more to her than meets the eye? he wondered. His piercing gaze locked onto the way she wielded her shield and sword, their power almost resonating in sync with her being. If this mortal has performed Völundr, with which of his Valkyries did she perform it?

"I must know..." Odin murmured under his breath, his one eye narrowing.

Zeus, realizing he needed to push past the mortal's almost unnatural speed, unleashed a final flurry of devastating punches at a pace beyond comprehension.

Diana's shield clashed with one of his fists, the thunderous collision sending vibrations through the entire arena, but she held her ground. Her sword flashed, a brilliant streak of silver aimed at Zeus's exposed flank—but Zeus anticipated this. With a burst of speed, he shifted and struck, his fist colliding with Diana's sword with such force that the blade flew from her grasp.

For the briefest of moments, time seemed to stop. The crowd's cheers turned to gasps of disbelief as Diana stood, her eyes widening in shock at the loss of her weapon. The God Killer sword now lay abandoned on the ground several paces away.

Zeus's golden eyes twinkled with amusement, and the arrogance in his voice was unmistakable. "What's this, mortal? Without your sword, you're just another fragile creature standing before me." He chuckled cruelly, his voice vibrating through the arena. "A mere plaything without her strength. Pathetic."

Diana, her grip now free from the sword's hilt, stood unfazed. A faint smirk touched her lips, the absence of the sword not diminishing her presence in the slightest.

She placed her shield on her back and raised her fists, adopting a steady hand-to-hand combat stance, completely undeterred by the sudden shift in the battle. The gods in the crowd murmured, their attention heightening in response to Diana's unexpected reaction to her loss.

Zeus looked down at her, his expression twisting with both amusement and mild disbelief. "You'd still fight me without your weapon?" His laughter echoed through the arena. "How amusing! Know your place!"

Diana's eyes narrowed as she stared up at him. "I'm not here to play by your rules, Zeus," she replied, her voice a calm and steady contrast to the god's mocking tone. "I'm here to win for humanity. Now that I am without my sword..."

"I will not hold back anymore."

In the blink of an eye, Diana was upon Zeus. Her body seemed to glide through the air, closing the distance faster than anyone could track. With precision and overwhelming force, she launched a powerful uppercut, her fist connecting squarely with Zeus's chin.

The impact was immediate and catastrophic. Zeus's divine form was sent hurtling into the air, the shockwave of the blow shattering the surrounding ground and scattering dust and debris. The gods and humans watching in the stands gasped as Zeus soared upward like a comet. Diana, not wasting a moment, flew after him with incredible speed. She clasped both hands above her head and, as she reached him, brought them down with a forceful strike to his chest.

The combined force of her uppercut and the hammering blow sent Zeus hurtling downward even faster and harder toward the arena floor, crashing back down with a thunderous boom.

"Did she just fly?!" someone yelled in astonishment, as everyone in the arena—gods and mortals alike—gaped in shock at the unbelievable turn of events.

A stunned silence fell over the arena as both gods and mortals tried to comprehend what they had just witnessed. Even the most powerful beings in existence seemed at a loss for words. The arena shook from the aftermath of the collision, dust and debris hanging heavy in the air.

Chapter 5: Wonder Woman VS Zeus Part 2

The dust slowly began to settle. The arena floor, once pristine, was now shattered, deep cracks running through the stone like the scars of a battlefield. The audience was silent—utterly, completely silent.

Then, a low groan echoed through the arena.

From within the rubble, a golden glow flickered—weak at first, then pulsing with raw, divine power. Suddenly, the debris exploded outward in all directions, the sheer force of it shattering the remaining pieces of the arena floor.

And there, standing amidst the destruction, was Zeus.

His once-pristine white robes were torn and dirtied with dust. A faint trickle of golden ichor ran from the corner of his mouth, proof that he had, for the first time in millennia, been struck down. His golden eyes burned with something far more intense than before—not anger, not fury, but exhilaration.

He lifted a hand to his chin, wiping away the ichor, then let out a booming laugh.

"HOHOHO! MARVELOUS! ABSOLUTELY MARVELOUS!" Zeus bellowed, his voice echoing through the coliseum. "My opponent has made me bleed! I haven't felt this alive in eons!"

He rolled his shoulders, cracking his neck, his muscles tensing with renewed vigor. Then, he grinned—a wide, manic expression of pure joy. "And not only can she throw a punch, but she can fly as well? What a surprise! You must not be no ordinary mortal woman. Now, Diana, is it? Let's see how far you can truly push me!"

Hovering above him, Diana looked down at Zeus, her expression unreadable, yet her piercing blue eyes burned with intensity. She slowly clenched her fists, her golden lasso swaying gently at her hip.

"Enough talking, Zeus," she said, her voice steady. "Let's get this battle over with."

Without another word, she shot downward, ready to strike again.

Zeus's laughter only grew louder as Diana dove toward him. His muscles coiled, lightning crackling around his arms as he braced himself.

The moment Diana's fist met Zeus's raised forearm, the shock of the impact shattered more of the already-ruined floor.

Zeus grinned, his excitement only growing. "Yes! YES! This is what I wanted!" With a swift motion, he twisted his arm, locking Diana's fist in place before delivering a devastating knee strike aimed at her gut.

But Diana was faster.

With a sharp pivot, she maneuvered mid-air, using his own grip as leverage to swing herself around. Her armored boot lashed out, catching Zeus cleanly across the jaw. The force sent his head snapping to the side, a fresh spatter of golden ichor flying through the air.

The crowd erupted in gasps—Zeus had been struck again!

Zeus stumbled back a step, but his grin only widened. He wiped his mouth, inspecting the golden blood on his fingers. "That was the third time," he murmured, his voice laced with something between amusement and unrestrained thrill. "You really are something special, Diana."

Lightning surged around him, the air itself thickening with divine energy. Then, in an instant—he vanished.

Diana's instincts screamed. She barely managed to twist her body as Zeus reappeared behind her, his fist already descending.

CRACK!

The impact struck the metal bracelets on Diana's raised arms, but the force still sent her rocketing downward like a meteor. She slammed into the fractured arena floor, cratering it even further. Dust and debris shot up in an explosion of raw power.

For a moment, silence.

But then Diana rose from the crater.

Her breathing was steady, her arms unshaken despite the blow she had just taken. She rolled her shoulders, her Amazonian physique as unyielding as ever.

Zeus's grin faltered.

The crowd could hardly believe it.

"Wonder Woman just took a direct hit from Zeus and stood back up like it was nothing!" Heimdall roared in disbelief.

Diana flexed her fingers before clenching her fists. "That all you got?"

Zeus's grin returned, sharper than before. "Oh, I like you, Diana! But let's see how well you handle this!"

"DIVINE AXE!"

The force of his leg sweep tore through the air, a blinding arc of raw, destructive power that could bisect even the mightiest of foes. The sheer speed of the attack distorted space itself, the blast ripping apart the already fractured arena. The gods in the stands braced themselves as the force of the technique sent a violent gust sweeping through the coliseum.

And yet—

Diana was gone.

A blur of red and gold shot past Zeus, and before he could fully process it, she reappeared behind him, her feet skidding across the ground as she came to a halt. The audience erupted in gasps.

Zeus's eyes widened.

He had missed.

Heimdall, usually composed, let out a stunned cry. "UNBELIEVABLE! WONDER WOMAN HAS DODGED DIVINE AXE! ONE OF ZEUS'S MOST POWERFUL TECHNIQUES!"

The shock rippled through the ranks of the gods.

Hades, who had been watching intently, was astonished. "Impossible... Not even Zeus's enemies have been able to evade that strike. That technique has severed titans in half, yet she—" He paused, his violet eyes narrowing. "She evaded it as if it were nothing."

Poseidon exhaled sharply, trying to rein in his fury. "Tch! This is absurd!" he spat, his voice dripping with disbelief. "That technique isn't just an attack—it's a divine execution! No mortal, no god, no titan has ever escaped it unscathed!" He scoffed.

Zeus stood frozen, his golden eyes locked onto Diana with an expression of disbelief.

His leg was still extended from the execution of Divine Axe, the sheer force of the strike having torn through the air and split the already-ruined battlefield further. And yet, Diana stood before him, untouched.

Slowly, Zeus lowered his foot, his fingers twitching at his sides as he studied her. "You..." he muttered, his voice unusually quiet. His wild grin had vanished, replaced with something more unreadable. "You dodged it."

The words weren't spoken with anger. Nor with frustration. No, what laced his tone was something deeper. A mix of intrigue and something almost foreign to him—uncertainty.

Zeus barely had a moment to process what had happened before Diana lunged at him again.

With a swift flick of her wrist, she lashed out with the Lasso of Truth. The golden rope shot forward like a streak of lightning, aiming to ensnare Zeus. But the King of the Gods reacted instantly, twisting his body to avoid the initial loop.

Zeus countered with a thunderous right hook, aiming for Diana's jaw. She ducked at the last second, her movements fluid as she shifted her weight and launched herself upward with a powerful knee strike. Zeus raised an arm to block, but before he could retaliate, Diana had already moved.

Using the momentum from her missed strike, she spun mid-air and hurled her shield at him with incredible speed. The gleaming bronze disc cut through the air like a bladed boomerang, whirling toward Zeus's face.

Zeus barely had time to tilt his head before—

CLANG!

The shield smashed against his shoulder, the impact sending a tremor up his arm. The sheer force pushed him back a step, but he barely had a moment to recover before Diana was on him again.

She gripped the lasso tight and yanked it back, causing the golden rope to snap toward Zeus's legs. He leaped into the air, narrowly avoiding being ensnared—but Diana was already predicting his movements.

She flew up to meet him, driving a fierce punch into his midsection. The blow forced a grunt from Zeus as he was sent rocketing backward. But before he could crash into the ground, he flipped midair.

Zeus grinned, rubbing his shoulder where her shield had struck. "Impressive, Wonder Woman!" he bellowed, his eyes crackling with electricity. "You fight with the cunning of a warrior. But tell me—"

His hand snapped forward, catching her returning shield mid-flight with an iron grip.

"Can you fight without this?"

With a smirk, Zeus clenched his fist—and crack! A surge of lightning erupted around his hand, sending the shield hurtling back at her with twice the force.

Diana's eyes narrowed.

She didn't dodge.

Instead, she swung her lasso, the golden rope wrapping around the shield mid-flight. With a swift tug, she redirected its momentum, spinning it around her body before launching it straight back at Zeus.

His eyes widened.

The shield slammed into his chest, sending him skidding backward.

Zeus laughed. Loud, thunderous, ecstatic.

"Absolutely spectacular!" he roared. "This is what I live for!"

Diana landed before him, her lasso still in hand, her shield now strapped back to her arm. Her unyielding eyes met his gaze.

Zeus rolled his shoulders, his muscles thrumming with divine power. "Now this... this is a battle worth fighting!"

With a deafening crack, lightning surged around him once more.

And then, they clashed again.

Zeus wasted no time. He thrust his hand forward, summoning a bolt of lightning.

"Let's see how you handle this attack!" he bellowed, hurling the thunderbolt straight at Diana.

The bolt ripped through the air like a comet, illuminating the battlefield with blinding radiance. The gods in the stands leaned forward in anticipation—this was no ordinary attack. This was the power that had felled Titans, the very force that had once split the heavens.

And then—

Diana caught it.

The moment her fingers closed around the crackling bolt, the entire arena fell deathly silent. Searing electricity coiled around her fist, divine energy dancing across her form—but she stood, unwavering.

Zeus's eyes widened ever so slightly.

The gods in the audience were frozen in shock.

"She caught it," Poseidon muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.

Before anyone could process what had just happened, Diana moved. With effortless precision, she twisted her body and hurled the thunderbolt back at its creator.

The air screamed as the divine weapon arced through the sky, its velocity even greater than before.

Zeus barely had a moment to react before—

BOOM!

The bolt struck him square in the chest.

The impact detonated like a celestial explosion, sending shockwaves rippling through the battlefield. Zeus staggered back, golden ichor dripping from a fresh wound on his chest, his pristine robes scorched by his own attack.

The arena was in chaos.

The gods could scarcely believe what they had witnessed.

"She returned his own thunderbolt..." Loki whispered, his normally playful tone gone.

"Unbelievable..." Ares muttered, his hands clenched into fists.

Hades merely watched in silence, his violet eyes darkened further.

Diana stood firm, her piercing gaze locked onto Zeus. There was no gloating, no arrogance—just an expressionless stare.

Zeus slowly straightened.

His fingers flexed at his sides. His chest rose and fell steadily.

This time, he wasn't smiling.

Chapter 6: Diana’s Origin For This Story

I am thinking of doing the biological daughter of Zeus origin instead of the clay one for Diana because I am following the formula of my PJO story where PJO and ROR gods are alternate selves, with Percy as both Poseidons's daughter. So in Daughter of Zeus, she has DCU and ROR Zeus as her fathers.

And I am trying to research things about her. If anyone wants to say that she is not supposed to have a sword and shield for the Zeus origin, this is really just more of me wanting to write about her fighting with a sword and shield against ROR Zeus along with her lasso, tiara, and bracelets. I got this from the Wonder Woman 2017 movie that, according to my research, follows the Zeus origin (The New 52 reboot)

Basically, Diana Prince has two Zeus's as her dads, like Percilla Jackson have two Poseidon's as her dads. Even if some aspects about her is wrong or not canon, I still would like to write my story this way.

Chapter 7: Wonder Woman VS Zeus Part 3

The air was electric.

Zeus stood motionless, his chest rising and falling in steady breaths. Golden ichor dripped from his wound, sizzling against the scorched arena floor. For the first time in countless battles, he wasn't dictating the fight.

And he knew it.

Diana remained unfazed, her piercing blue eyes locked onto him. She simply stood, silent. Waiting.

Zeus exhaled. Then, slowly, he straightened, his broad frame casting a massive shadow over the battlefield.

He rolled his shoulders. The air trembled.

Then, in a voice lower, calmer than before, he spoke:

"You are worthy."

The words were simple, yet they shook the entire arena.

Gasps rippled through the spectators. Poseidon tensed, his icy blue eyes narrowing. Hades remained silent, fingers steepled beneath his chin. Even Loki, usually loud, found himself momentarily speechless.

Diana didn't react. She merely clenched her fists.

Zeus closed his eyes for the briefest moment. When he reopened them, the storm shifted.

The lightning around him didn't crackle wildly—it hummed. Steady. Controlled. Absolute.

The sky above darkened. Ominous clouds churned, spiraling like the maw of a great beast. The very air grew heavy, pressing down on everything, as though all of Valhalla itself was bowing to its king.

Then, a column of divine lightning erupted from Zeus's body, striking upward like a beacon. The sky answered, the swirling clouds twisting into a monstrous vortex. The realm itself trembled at his power.

Zeus was no longer playing.

The crowd felt it. The gods sensed it. Even the Titans who once waged war against the gods would have cowered at what was to come.

Zeus's golden eyes locked onto Diana. No longer wild. No longer arrogant.

Only focused.

In a voice that shook the heavens, Zeus declared:

"I, Zeus, King of the Gods, shall now fight you with the full force of my divine might!"

Zeus's stance shifted.

The ground beneath him cracked as he bent his knees, his entire form tensing like a coiled spring. The air around him distorted.

Then—he moved.

A blinding streak of golden light shot forward, then another, and another. Zeus's movements were no longer linear. He weaved, twisted, and vanished, reappearing around Diana in a blur of motion.

His footwork was erratic and unpredictable. His afterimages lingered, each one indistinguishable from the real Zeus.

Diana's eyes narrowed, her senses on high alert as she tried to track the real one.

Which one is the real one?! she thought.

Suddenly, the afterimages converged.

Before she could react, a golden blur descended from above—Zeus, now fully committed to the attack. His leg swung downward, a devastating heel kick aimed directly at her head.

The moment of impact was upon her.

Diana's eyes narrowed. She wasn't going to evade him this time. Instead, she focused all her energy into her bracelets, channeling her divine power.

In a blinding burst of energy, she slammed her wrists together, activating her Divine Wave Emission. A surge of intense, radiant power erupted from the silver bands on her wrists. The shockwave of divine energy blasted forward, expanding outward in a violent wave.

The explosion of force collided with Zeus, sending him reeling backward with the sheer impact. The arena itself shook under the force, and the very ground cracked from the power of her attack. The divine wave didn't just push Zeus back—it overwhelmed him, sending him flying through the air like a ragdoll, his body hurtling across the arena.

Zeus slammed into the far wall of the coliseum with an earth-shattering crash. Rubble exploded outward, and the dust filled the air. The gods watching in the stands gasped at the sheer power Diana had unleashed.

Hades' eyes widened, a rare flicker of surprise crossing his usually composed face. "Did she... just do that? How could a mortal possibly wield such power?"

Poseidon, unable to tear his gaze away from the wreckage, growled lowly. "That... that energy... It's not just a simple attack. No mere mortal could channel such raw force. This cannot be real."

Shiva, standing still with a stoic expression, narrowed his eyes. "There is no mistaking it. She used divine energy. Could it be that her bracelets are her divine weapon?"

Beelzebub seemed to be drawn to her. "She's... She's no mortal," he breathed. "She must be hiding some incredible force. How did she do that?"

Thor observed the scene intently through a screen in his room. "A fascinating display," he murmured, his eyes never leaving Diana's image. "But how is she doing it? Is she truly mortal, or something far more than that?"

The dust hadn't even begun to settle when a deafening explosion of lightning cracked through the air.

Zeus burst from the wreckage, his form crackling with divine energy, eyes blazing with fury.

Diana barely had time to react before he was upon her again.

Zeus's muscles tightened, divine energy coursing through his veins as he raised his fist. The very atmosphere seemed to bend around him, a crushing force building within his strike.

The gods in the stands sensed it—a pressure unlike any before.
Hades, Poseidon and the rest of the gods leaned forward in anticipation.

"TAKE THIS, WONDER WOMAN! THE FIST THAT SURPASSED TIME!" Zeus roared.

0.000000000000000000001 seconds

The moment the words left his lips, the world froze.

Diana felt it. Her heartbeat, once steady, paused. The debris lingering in the air hung motionless. The storm above, the howling wind, the crackling of divine energy—all muted.

It was as if time itself had stopped.

As Zeus's fist hurled toward Diana with unimaginable force, the Amazonian reacted with precision.

In a blur of motion, Diana twisted her body to the side, narrowly evading the cosmic strike. The air around her rippled, and the ground beneath her feet cracked from the sheer intensity of the punch that missed by mere inches.

Before Zeus could process the miss, Diana twisted mid-air, her golden lasso flashing into her hand. With a fluid motion, she hurled the lasso toward him, the rope spinning like a living thing, wrapping around Zeus's chest.

Diana's eyes burned with determination as she yanked, sending the King of the Gods tumbling forward, caught off guard by the force of her counterattack.

She followed with a powerful spin, her shield raised high. The blinding reflection of the arena's dying light caught in her shield as she slammed it into Zeus's side, knocking him off balance. His golden eyes widened in surprise, but before he could regain his footing, Diana delivered a high kick to the bottom of Zeus's chin, sending him flying through the air.

Wonder Woman followed him into the sky once again, her muscles propelling her with unmatched speed. As Zeus began to descend, still dazed from the brutal kick, Diana twisted her body mid-flight and, with a sharp snap of her legs, delivered a thunderous dropkick straight to his chest.

The impact echoed like thunder as Zeus crashed into the ground, shattering the stone beneath him and creating a massive crater.

Without missing a beat, Diana landed gracefully, straddling the fallen god with her legs on either side of his body. Her eyes locked onto Zeus's stunned face, and with a growl of fury, she unleashed a relentless barrage of punches. Each blow struck with unyielding force, sending shockwaves of pain through his face.

Zeus grunted with each strike, ichor spattering from his mouth, his golden eyes wide with shock.

"Wonder Woman unleashes a furious barrage of punches upon Lord Zeus, each strike landing with devastating force!" Heimdall exclaimed.

"You think... this is what it takes to put me down?" Zeus managed to ask between the blows.

Diana's response was simple. Her fist slammed into his jaw again. Then again. And again. Repeatedly.

Zeus's golden eyes flashed with determination as he regained his bearings. With a grunt of effort, he surged beneath Diana. In one swift motion, he wrenched her off his chest, using his strength to fling her away.

Diana was sent flying backward, landing with a roll. Her shield skidded across the stone floor as she quickly regained her footing.

Zeus scrambled to his feet, his expression hardening as the last remnants of shock faded. His breath came in steady, controlled gasps as he readied himself once more.

He glared at Diana, his golden eyes flashing with fury and pride. "Enough of this, woman! You think you can challenge a god?" He raised his head high as the air around him thickened with energy. "Let me show you true power!"

In an instant, Zeus's body began to tremble, and the air around him crackled with intensity. His muscles contracted, compressing as though the very fibers of his being were being pulled to their limit.

"W-What's happening?! Lord Zeus seems to be crushing his own body!" Heimdall exclaimed through his horn.

Then, with a horrific grinding sound, Zeus's body began to stretch, his height growing exponentially as his muscles distorted unnaturally. His form shifted and expanded, his body becoming a grotesque and terrifying spectacle.

His muscles turned inside out, stretched beyond the limits of natural anatomy, creating a nightmarish and alien appearance. The power radiating from him was overwhelming, his body now a vessel of raw, uncontainable strength.

Zeus, now in his Adamas form, towered even higher over Diana, his presence utterly menacing. His skin gleamed with an unnatural, almost metallic sheen, and his body was now virtually indestructible.

A flicker of surprise passed through Diana's expression before it quickly returned to calm as she stood firm, unflinching, while Zeus loomed over her.

Diana stood unwavering, her eyes locked on Zeus as he towered over her in his Adamas form. His presence was overwhelming, a force of nature made flesh. Yet, despite the monstrous transformation before her, she did not falter.

Her voice, calm but firm, cut through the charged air. "You may have changed, Zeus, but that will not make you invincible. You are still just a man who can be defeated."

Her words were not just defiance—they were a challenge, a promise that no matter how powerful he became, she would not back down.

Zeus's golden eyes flashed with fury, but also a hint of respect, his massive form radiating power as the air around him thickened. His voice rumbled like thunder, shaking the very ground beneath them.

"Foolish woman," he growled, each word dripping with venom. "You will learn, Diana, that no matter how hard you fight, you can never defeat me—the King of the Gods!"

He clenched his fists, the crackling energy around him intensifying. "Brace yourself, Wonder Woman, for this next attack will be the last one you'll ever see!"

Chapter 8: Wonder Woman VS Zeus Final

Zeus's colossal frame blurred as he surged forward, faster than even the gods in the stands could track. His Adamas form was a living storm, a force of pure destruction. He swung his fist—a single, devastating blow infused with the entirety of his divine power.

"TRUE GOD'S RIGHT!!!" he roared.

Diana braced herself, crossing her gauntlets just in time to block the attack. The moment his fist made contact, a deafening shockwave erupted. The gods in the audience shielded their eyes as a blinding light exploded from the collision.

But Zeus was relentless.

Without hesitation, he followed up with another punch. Then another. And another. Each strike came at blinding speeds, a never-ending barrage that shattered the sound barrier again and again. Diana gritted her teeth as she deflected what she could, her Amazonian reflexes barely keeping up with the storm the god was unleashing upon her.

"She's struggling," Hades observed.

Poseidon smirked. "That idiot is finally doing something right."

A well-placed punch slammed into her ribs, the impact like a bolt of lightning, sending her flying backward like a comet. She twisted mid-air, landing in a crouch just as Zeus raised his massive fist once more, his golden eyes burning with divine fury.

Zeus smirked, his voice booming across the battlefield. "You should have stayed down, Diana. This power is beyond anything you can withstand."

Diana wiped the blood from her lip and exhaled. "You talk too much, old man."

With the precision of a warrior and the force of a goddess, she reached for her tiara and flung it forward like a boomerang. The golden weapon spun like a razor-sharp disc, cutting through the air with deadly accuracy.

Zeus leaned to the side, barely dodging, but the tiara still nicked his cheek, slicing through his flesh and drawing ichor.

Diana didn't hesitate. That was the opening she needed.

She exploded forward, her speed catching Zeus off guard. She ducked under his swinging fist and drove her elbow into his ribs. Zeus barely flinched, but Diana wasn't finished. She followed up with a sharp knee to his gut, then spun on her heel and delivered a brutal roundhouse kick to the side of his head.

The force of the kick sent Zeus staggering, his massive form shifting as the ground cracked beneath his feet. The gods and humans in the stands gasped.

Poseidon narrowed his eyes in anger. "Hurry up and finish her, you dumbass!"

Fortunately, the King of the Gods was not so easily deterred.

With a snarl, Zeus launched his counterattack. His fist blurred as he threw a devastating punch, one that carried the weight of the storm itself. Diana twisted her body at the last second, the wind from the strike tearing through her armor but missing its mark.

She retaliated instantly, spinning low and sweeping Zeus's leg. The move barely unbalanced him, but it was enough—Diana used the momentum to leap into the air, her body twisting mid-flight. She brought her foot down in a vicious axe kick, slamming her heel into Zeus's shoulder with bone-crushing force.

Zeus roared as he crashed into the ground.

Diana landed gracefully, her eyes blazing. "You may be stronger, Zeus," she said, raising her fists once more. "But strength alone doesn't win fights."

Zeus wiped the golden ichor from his mouth and grinned. "Then allow me to prove you wrong."

He surged forward, faster than before. This time, Diana had no chance to evade. His fist slammed into her gut, sending her flying backward. She flipped mid-air, barely managing to land on her feet before Zeus was upon her again.

The barrage began.

Zeus's fists became a blur, each strike harboring the full might of his divine essence. His attacks rained down like a relentless storm, and though Diana blocked and dodged as best she could, she couldn't evade them all. A heavy punch struck her side, followed by another to her jaw, then another to her ribs. The blows came faster than even her Amazonian reflexes could counter, sending pain rippling through her body.

A final uppercut sent her hurtling into the air, her body flipping uncontrollably. Zeus leaped after her, his massive form soaring skyward.

"Enough games!" he roared, raising his fist.

Diana, dazed but not defeated, caught herself mid-air. Her eyes sharpened as Zeus descended upon her, his fist cocked back for a final blow.

She reacted on instinct.

With a sharp twist, she grabbed his incoming arm and used his own momentum against him. In a breathtaking display of skill, she flipped over his massive frame and twisted, sending Zeus crashing toward the ground.

Before he could recover, Diana reached for her lasso. The golden rope shimmered as she spun it through the air, expertly looping it around Zeus's massive wrist.

With a powerful yank, she pulled him toward her, flipping over his shoulder and landing behind him. As Zeus stumbled, she twisted the lasso around his arm and pulled, locking him in place for a split second—long enough for her to drive her knee into his spine with bone-shattering force.

Everyone looked stunned by the display.

Some of the gods—Hades, Poseidon, Thor, Beelzebub, and others—felt something as they watched, though they couldn't quite place what it was.

Zeus roared in pain, but before he could react, Diana leaped into the air, swinging herself around his body using the lasso. She coiled it tighter around his throat and yanked, forcing the King of the Gods to his knees.

Zeus's aura exploded in response. A burst of lightning shot outward, forcing Diana to release her grip and leap back as he rose, fury burning in his golden eyes.

"Not bad," Zeus admitted, rolling his shoulders. "But you forget one thing, Diana..."

The sky darkened as storm clouds gathered above. Lightning crackled, building within Zeus's body. His divine essence surged to its peak.

"I am the storm."

In a blinding flash, Zeus unleashed a bolt of lightning directly at Diana. She barely had time to cross her gauntlets before the blast struck. The sheer force sent her skidding backward, her boots carving deep trenches into the stone.

Zeus didn't stop. He raised his hands, summoning a barrage of lightning bolts. Each one struck with earth-shattering force, detonating the ground around Diana as she weaved through the destruction.

"She won't be able to dodge all of that," Ares said confidently, crossing his arms.

The Amazonian had to get in close.

Summoning every ounce of her speed, Diana dashed through the chaos, deflecting the smaller bolts with her gauntlets and dodging the larger ones. She closed the distance, dodging a final bolt at the last second before launching herself into the air.

"WHAT?!" the gods of war shouted in disbelief.

She twisted mid-flight and delivered a crushing flying kick to Zeus's face. The impact snapped his head back, but Diana wasn't done. She spun, landed on the ground, and immediately followed up with a devastating spinning back kick to his ribs.

The force sent Zeus staggering again.

At this point, no one in the stadium knew for sure who would win.

Diana pressed the advantage, striking with a flurry of rapid blows—punches, elbows, knees, kicks—each one landing with accuracy. A palm strike to the sternum. A spinning back kick to his ribs. A sharp knee to his abdomen.

With a final, powerful roundhouse kick, she sent Zeus stumbling back.

The King of the Gods looked shaken. His breath was heavy, his golden skin bruised and bloodied from Diana's relentless assault.

In a single motion, Diana snatched up her God Killer sword from the ground and lunged forward, the tip of her blade aimed straight for Zeus's heart.

"ZEUS!!!" Hades and Poseidon shouted.

Time slowed.

Zeus's golden eyes widened. He had no time to react.

He was going to die.

But then—

The world froze.

A presence unlike anything before filled the arena. It was not Zeus's divine power, nor the might of the gods watching from the stands.

No, this was something older. Something beyond Valhalla itself.

A voice, ancient and absolute, reverberated through reality.

"That is enough."

A shadow loomed over them, vast and incomprehensible. The very fabric of existence trembled under its presence.

Time itself buckled.

Diana's blade stopped just a fraction of a centimeter from Zeus's chest. The King of the Gods, once so sure of his power, suddenly looked small beneath the weight of the presence that now filled the arena.

The gods in the stands fell silent. Even the mightiest of deities bowed their heads in reverence.

For Chaos had arrived.

Chapter 9: Reveal

The entire arena froze in silence, the weight of Chaos's presence pressing upon reality itself. Even the gods—beings of unfathomable power—felt their very souls tremble. The air was thick, charged with something beyond the divine.

Diana's blade remained poised to pierce Zeus's heart, yet she could not move. It was as if an unseen force restrained her.

Zeus stood still as well, his eyes flickering with surprise.

"Lord Chaos, why have you come to this tournament? You usually don't concern yourself with divine affairs," Zeus asked, managing to remain calm despite the primordial's presence and the deadly weapon pointed at him.

Chaos, a swirling mass of darkness, loomed above them, its form shifting and writhing like the void given consciousness. Its presence was neither warm nor cold, neither cruel nor kind—it simply was, an entity beyond mortal or divine comprehension.

"I must stop this battle," Chaos declared, its voice reverberating through the very fabric of reality. "Before you are slain, Zeus."

The gods in the stands remained silent, their expressions a mixture of shock and unease. Few had seen Chaos over the past eons, and never had they witnessed it intervene so directly.

Zeus's golden eyes narrowed. His divine aura crackled around him, but he did not lash out. Instead, he studied the entity before him. "You would interfere on my behalf, Lord Chaos?" His voice held neither gratitude nor resentment, only wary curiosity.

"For this event, yes," Chaos replied. "Because the woman about to kill you is someone who will be important to you."

Zeus's expression twisted in disbelief. "This woman? Important to me? How?! I have never met her in all my eons of existence! I would remember someone like her!"

Diana's eyes remained locked onto Chaos's shifting form, her grip on the God Killer still firm. She did not lower her blade. "How am I important to him?" she asked, her voice steady. "I have never met him before."

Chaos's form writhed, distorting the space around it. Then, with a voice that reverberated through the cosmos, it spoke the words that shattered the silence:

"Diana is your daughter, Zeus."

For a single heartbeat, the world seemed to stop. Then—

"DAUGHTER?!"

The King of the Gods' roar of disbelief shook the entire coliseum. Many of the gods, still frozen in shock, echoed his outcry. The humans in the arena shouted in stunned unison. The word "daughter" rang across the battlefield, repeating like a chorus of confusion and disbelief.

Zeus's golden eyes widened, his breath caught in his chest. He stared at Diana as if seeing her for the first time. "That's impossible! I would know if I had a daughter like her!"

The Amazonian's grip on her sword wavered, but her blue eyes burned with defiance. "He is not my father. I already had one."

Chaos remained unfazed. "Of course, you have a father, Princess of Themyscira," it said calmly. "But both Zeuses are your fathers."

Diana froze. The gods froze. The humans froze.

"She's a princess?!" many spectators exclaimed.

"What?!" Zeus shouted, looking as if he were about to have a heart attack. "There's another me?! I don't understand what you're talking about, Lord Chaos! Please, help all of us understand!"

The gods and mortals exchanged uneasy glances.

"Another Zeus...? How can that be...?" Hades murmured, trying to comprehend Chaos's words.

Poseidon looked unconvinced. "What Lord Chaos is saying sounds utterly ridiculous! There is no way we have another idiot in our family!"

Hidden among the crowd of gods, a masked figure in armor had similar thoughts.

"Another dumbass brother?! Fucking hell! I don't believe this! How can Lord Chaos say that?!" he cursed in his mind.

Odin's single eye narrowed. "Another Zeus? This must be a mistake. I have lived for countless ages, and never have I heard of such a thing."

"Two Zeuses? That sounds like a disaster waiting to happen," Shiva remarked, folding his four arms. "One King of the Gods is already enough trouble."

Thor frowned, crossing his arms over his chest. "The idea of another Zeus existing... it defies all logic. What is Lord Chaos trying to tell us?"

Loki, on the other hand, was grinning from ear to ear, barely holding back his laughter. "Two Zeuses?! Oh, this is fantastic! Valhalla barely functions with one—imagine the chaos in the heavens with two of them running around!" He cackled, clearly amused by the whole ordeal.

Buddha smirked, resting his chin on his hand. "Huh. So big, bad Zeus isn't as one-of-a-kind as he thought. That's gotta sting." He chuckled, finding the entire situation highly entertaining.

Beelzebub, leaning against a pillar, remained expressionless, though his fingers twitched slightly. "Two Zeuses... if such a thing is possible, then what other anomalies exist within the fabric of creation?" His voice was quiet, but the curiosity in it was unmistakable.

Brunhilde and Göll, watching from their spot, had tense expressions.

Göll, still reeling from the revelation, turned to her sister. "What does Lord Chaos mean by 'both Zeuses'?" she asked, her voice laced with confusion.

Brunhilde, however, remained silent, her sharp eyes fixed on the primordial entity. A shadow of deep thought crossed her face, her mind racing through countless possibilities. Then, suddenly, her expression shifted—her eyes widening as if she had pieced together something crucial.

Göll noticed immediately. "Sister? What's wrong?" she asked, concern creeping into her voice.

But Brunhilde didn't answer. Instead, she murmured under her breath, her gaze now locked onto Diana.

"Diana... is Zeus your father from your world?"

As Chaos loomed above them all, the murmurs and frantic discussions among gods and mortals alike barely seemed to register in its presence. Then, its voice, deep and absolute, reverberated through the arena, silencing all once more.

"Whatever thoughts you all have on what I said... are wrong."

The weight of its words crushed the speculation before it could spread further. Their previous assumptions crumbled under the sheer authority of Chaos's declaration.

Chaos's shifting form pulsed slightly as it began to clarify its statement.

"What I meant was—"

"WAIT!" Diana shouted, cutting him off.

Her voice rang across the coliseum, sharp and commanding. The intensity in her eyes burned brighter than ever. Her God Killer sword was finally lowered, her grip on it tight. She wasn't going to stand there and let this being continue speaking about her without her consent.

"Lord Chaos, do you actually know about me?!" she challenged, her voice unwavering. "Are you really going to reveal to everyone here what I am and where I came from?!"

Everyone in the arena gasped at her tone and words directed at the primordial.

"Yes," the primordial of the void said, the single word carrying immense weight. "I will reveal many things about you."

"No, you can't! ...No one here should know anything about me!" Diana shouted, her voice firm and commanding.

"I will reveal the truth of your origins," Chaos replied calmly, its voice unwavering. "Because it is for your benefit."

"Don't say it!" Diana commanded, her eyes narrowing with resolve.

"Wonder Woman is a demigod from another world," Chaos let out to everyone in the Arena of Valhalla.

The silence was so heavy that one could cut the air with a knife.

Diana clenched her fists. "You had no right to say that," she growled, her voice laced with anger. She glared at the primordial, uncaring that he could extinguish her in a heartbeat.

Chaos remained unshaken. "Trust me, Diana. It is better for everyone here to know now than later."

Zeus took a step forward, his golden eyes burning with a mixture of shock and curiosity. "A demigod... from another world?" His gaze locked onto Diana before shifting back to Chaos. "Please explain more about this, Lord Chaos."

The primordial's voice reverberated through the coliseum.

"Diana Prince, also known as Wonder Woman, Princess of Themyscira, is no ordinary demigod. She is the last child of the Old Gods in her world... and the only one who can slay Ares."

Gasps filled the arena as a murmur spread through the audience like wildfire.

"Me?!" Ares exclaimed in shock and disbelief. "What about me?! Is she here to kill me?!"

"No, I am not talking about you, Ares. I am speaking of your counterpart," Chaos explained before continuing.

"In her world, the Greek gods did not reign eternal. One among them, Ares, sought to destroy all of humanity, believing them unworthy of the gifts bestowed upon them. He waged war against the Olympians, slaying them one by one."

Zeus's eyes widened. "The fuck...? I can't believe what I'm hearing."

But Chaos did not stop.

"In the end, only one god remained—Zeus."

The King of the Gods froze, feeling the weight of Chaos's words pressing against him like an unseen force.

"Before he fell, your counterpart struck Ares down, but he did not destroy him. Instead, he placed his last hope in a single creation... a weapon hidden from plain sight. A child... born of his own blood. His daughter."

Chaos's words sent another shockwave through the arena.

"A weapon?" Loki mused, amusement flickering in his emerald eyes. "How utterly fascinating."

Thor frowned, his arms still crossed. "Then she was born for a singular purpose—to slay the god of war in her world."

Hermes let out a low hum. "Ares, your other self must not have met a pleasant fate."

Ares scowled. "I am not that fool."

Chaos spoke again, its voice as cold and absolute as the void.

"Diana is the daughter of Zeus and Hippolyta, Queen of the Amazons, from the hidden island of Themyscira. She was raised among warrior women, hidden away from Ares's wrath while being trained to become their strongest champion—to protect mankind."

The tension in the arena grew heavier. The gods exchanged glances, their expressions darkening. What had begun as shock and intrigue now twisted into something else—displeasure.

"She was raised... to protect humanity?" Poseidon's voice was sharp, his icy-blue eyes narrowing. "What foolishness."

Ra-Horakhty scoffed. "So she's nothing more than a glorified guard dog for mortals? Hah! How pathetic." His lip curled in disgust. "No wonder she came here acting all high and mighty."

Diana's grip on her sword tightened even further. "That's enough."

"She is not merely Zeus's daughter. She is his last legacy, his final answer to Ares's madness. The last child of Olympus," Chaos finished.

Zeus's eyes narrowed as he processed Chaos's words. "But how is she my daughter if she is my counterpart's daughter?" He asked, his voice laced with confusion and disbelief. "How can that be possible?"

"The answer lies in the connection between worlds. The fabric of existence is far more complex than you realize. Multiple worlds exist, each a thread in the vast tapestry of the multiverse. The gods in each of these worlds are not separate beings, but reflections—echoes of the same divine essence."

Chaos paused, allowing the weight of his words to settle.

"Your counterpart, Zeus, is you. But not in the way you think. He is a reflection of you in another world, and you, too, are a reflection of him. The gods share a common essence across these worlds. And Diana—Diana is a child of that essence, born of your counterpart, but by the same divine will. She is your daughter because, in essence, you both are one and the same, albeit in different realities."

The arena grew still as the gods tried to comprehend the magnitude of what Chaos had explained.

Zeus's brow furrowed in thought. "So, you're telling me that my counterpart and I are connected through multiple worlds, and she... she is my daughter because of this connection?"

"Yes," Chaos affirmed, its voice firm. "In the multiverse, your counterpart's actions, choices, and even your own resonate across realities, creating ripples that affect each other. Diana is a part of that ripple—a child of your divine essence, no matter the world she was born in."

As Chaos finished speaking, the gods around her struggled to grasp the complexity of the situation.

Diana stood silently as she processed Chaos's words, her brow furrowed in deep thought as she tried to make sense of the revelation. The concept of the multiverse, with multiple worlds connected by the same essence, was overwhelming.

Her mind raced, trying to reconcile what she had learned with the reality she knew. How could she be the daughter of this Zeus if he was not the same as the Zeus in her world? How could she be part of something so vast, so intertwined with infinite realities?

She exhaled slowly, her thoughts still swirling, and turned her gaze back to Zeus. He, too, seemed to be struggling with the same questions, his once certain world now cracked open by the truth Chaos had shared.

Zeus stood in silence for a moment, trying to grasp the magnitude of what had just been revealed. Finally, he spoke, his voice steady but filled with a sense of reluctant acceptance.

"Okay, I think I understand now, Lord Chaos," Zeus said. "This connection between worlds, the essence that binds them all... it's more than I ever thought possible."

"Yes," Chaos replied, its voice deep and resonant. "The multiverse is vast, and every action echoes across it. You are but a piece of a much larger puzzle. But Diana... Diana is crucial. Not only to your counterpart, but to the balance of this reality as well. Have you accepted that Diana is your daughter, Zeus?"

The King of the Gods hesitated for a moment before replying, "Yes."

"I've said enough for now," the primordial continued. "Any answers you seek will come in time. But be warned, gods. There are greater forces at work, and the threads of fate are weaving a new path for all of you."

With those final words, Chaos's form collapsed into itself, fading into the void, leaving the arena in stunned silence.

But the silence was shattered when, to Diana's surprise, Zeus suddenly shrank in size. His once hulking Adamas form collapsed into that of a much shorter, frail old man with sunken eyes. His imposing figure was now reduced to barely reaching Diana's chest.

"Daughter!" Zeus exclaimed, his voice high-pitched with joy. Without warning, he wrapped his arms around Diana's waist in a tight hug.

"Huh?" Diana and everyone else surrounding them said in unison.

"Finally, a new daughter! It's been ages since I had one to dote on!" Zeus declared happily, grinning up at her with an almost childlike excitement.

Chapter 10: Please Let Go Of Me

Diana stood there, her face stone-cold serious, her posture as firm as she could manage, despite the absurdity of the situation. Zeus, now much shorter and frailer, had his arms wrapped around her waist in a death grip. His face was buried in her midsection, and his voice echoed with exaggerated joy as he spoke.

"Daughter! My precious, wonderful daughter!" Zeus beamed, completely unbothered by the fact that he had just been moments away from being impaled by her blade. "I don't care that you almost killed me! I'm just so happy to have a new daughter!"

Diana's eye twitched. This. Is. Not. Happening.

With a long, drawn-out sigh, Diana placed both hands on his shoulders and, with surprising gentleness, tried to pry him off her. "Zeus, please," she said, her tone as deadpan as a tombstone. "I need you to let go."

"No, call me 'daddy!'" Zeus responded cheerfully, tightening his grip. "I finally have a daughter who's as strong as I am! This calls for a celebration!"

Some of the gods awkwardly stifled their laughter, while others just stared in stunned silence, unsure if they should intervene or grab popcorn for the show.

Poseidon rolled his eyes so hard they might have fallen out of his head. "Fucking idiot. One minute, he's nearly dead, and the next, he's acting like she's his favorite new toy."

Hades, leaning on his throne with a smirk, quipped, "You can't blame him. With all the chaos around here, I'd latch onto the first thing that's not trying to impale me, too."

Diana's expression remained stern, but inwardly, she was close to losing it. Chaos had already exposed things about her—now Zeus was clinging to her like a toddler in a tantrum.

"Zeus," she repeated, watching him pout like a child denied a cookie. Diana struggled to keep her voice level. "Please, let go of me."

"Not a chance! I'm so happy to have a daughter like you!" Zeus exclaimed, his arms tightening even further. "I was worried I'd never have a daughter who didn't try to kill me!" He grinned like a madman, his eyes gleaming with joy. "This is the best day ever!"

Diana's jaw tightened as she tried, yet again, to pry him off. But Zeus's grip was like an iron lock, and her patience was evaporating faster than a puddle in the desert.

"Zeus!" she said, her voice rising with frustration. "I'm trying to get some space here!"

"Call me daddy!"

"No! Get off me!"

"I will let go if you call me daddy!"

"No!"

"How about Papa?"

"I said no! Get off me or I will throw you across the arena!" Diana's arms were shaking from the effort, but Zeus refused to budge.

"Come on! Please, my strong, lovely new daughter! How about you just call me father?" Zeus begged, his face practically glowing with childlike enthusiasm.

The Amazonian tugged at his arms again, but the little gremlin was stronger than she'd ever given him credit for. Somehow, this frail, shriveled version of Zeus was as stubborn as a mule on a hunger strike.

The gods watching were either too entertained to intervene or too stunned to know how to react. Diana was on her own in this mess.

"Zeus," she said, her voice strained. "Please, I'm begging you. Let go."

Zeus's smile only widened. "Nuh-uh! No way! I'm holding onto you, my dear daughter! I just got you, and I'm not letting go!"

Diana's hand trembled. This was officially too much.

"Why can't you just let go?!" she demanded, frustration reaching its peak.

Zeus's eyes sparkled, totally unphased. "Because you're my daughter, and you're stronger than I am! This is a big moment for me! Come on, call me 'father,' and I'll let go, deal?"

Diana stared at him, her eye twitching so much it was a miracle it didn't fall out of her skull. "Fine. Father," she spat out, the word so dry and sarcastic it could have dehydrated a desert.

Zeus's face lit up like a child on Christmas morning. "Yay! You called me 'father!'" He bounced in her arms like a sugar-fueled toddler, and finally, miraculously, released her waist.

Diana staggered back a step, rubbing her side where Zeus's vice-like grip had been. She didn't bother to mask the relief on her face, though her expression was still as unreadable as ever. Her inner thoughts, however, were pure chaos. "I'm going to need a drink after this."

"Thank you, thank you!" Zeus cheered, clapping his hands like an overexcited puppy. "I knew you'd come around! You're my new favorite daughter!"

He pranced off, laughing like a maniac, clearly oblivious to the storm of fury brewing behind Diana's eyes.

Diana let out a long, exhausted breath, feeling like she'd just survived a war zone. Her hand pressed against her forehead. "I want to go home. Now."

Chapter 11: Convincing

The gods murmured in shock at how easily Zeus had accepted Diana as his daughter, exchanging bewildered glances.

"Did that really just happen?" one of them whispered.

"I've never seen Zeus looking this happy before," another muttered.

"He's treating her like she's his long-lost favorite child," a third god added, shaking their head in disbelief.

Even Poseidon looked mildly disturbed. "Unbelievable," he grumbled. "That stupid fool actually accepted her."

Hades smirked. "Well, at least now we know what it takes to get on Zeus's good side—just nearly kill him."

Diana, choosing to ignore the murmuring around her, let out a sigh and went to pick up her shield. The weight of it felt reassuring in her hands—something solid and dependable, unlike the absolute nonsense she had just endured.

After securing it back onto her back, she turned to find Brunhilde and Göll approaching her. The two Valkyries wore matching expressions of amusement and respect.

"Congratulations," Brunhilde said with a smirk. "That was quite the spectacle."

Göll, unable to contain herself, practically bounced on her heels. "That was insane! I mean, sure, the fight was incredible, but the way you handled him—" she jabbed a thumb in the direction Zeus had pranced off, still laughing to himself. "I've never seen anyone shut him down like that before!"

Diana let out a slow breath, her fingers brushing against her temple. "Glad the battle was entertaining."

Brunhilde crossed her arms. "Are you alright? Zeus landed some mighty blows on you. I'm concerned about any injuries you might have sustained."

"I'm fine," Diana replied, rolling her shoulders. "Just some bruising. Nothing I can't handle."

Göll's eyes widened. "Wait—just bruising? After all that?"

Diana gave Göll a small, tired smirk. "I handled it well. Trust me, this is nothing."

Göll still looked skeptical, her eyes scanning Diana for any signs of hidden injuries. "Are you sure? Zeus did hit you quite a few times."

Brunhilde chuckled. "If she says she's fine, she's fine. Diana doesn't seem like the type to downplay an injury."

Diana nodded. "Exactly." She adjusted her shield on her back. "Besides, I'd rather deal with a few bruises than Zeus clinging to me again."

Göll shuddered. "Yeah, okay. That's fair."

Brunhilde's expression suddenly turned serious, her playful demeanor fading. She crossed her arms and met Diana's gaze with a firm look.

"Diana," she said, her voice steady, "seeing how Zeus openly accepted you as his daughter, I believe you have a unique opportunity."

Diana raised an eyebrow. "Opportunity for what?"

Brunhilde took a step closer. "To convince Zeus to stop the Ragnarok tournament."

Göll's eyes widened in surprise, but Brunhilde continued. "He clearly adores you already—enough to completely ignore the fact that you nearly killed him. If anyone can sway the King of the Gods, it's you."

Diana frowned, crossing her arms. "You're asking me to make him call off the entire tournament?"

Brunhilde nodded. "Yes. I know it won't be easy, but if there's even a chance, we have to take it. Please talk to him, Diana."

Diana exhaled sharply, glancing in the direction Zeus had pranced off. The thought of trying to reason with that lunatic was enough to make her head hurt.

"You really think he'll listen to me?" she asked, skepticism evident in her voice.

Brunhilde's gaze remained firm. "I do. Zeus is stubborn, but he's also impulsive. His attachment to you seems genuine—he accepted you as his daughter without hesitation. If you push the right buttons, you might be able to change his mind."

Göll, still processing, hesitated before speaking. "But what if he refuses, sister?"

Diana let out a slow breath, her fingers tightening slightly around her crossed arms. "Then at least we'll know we tried."

Brunhilde nodded. "That's all I ask."

Göll still looked uncertain, but she didn't argue. Instead, she glanced at Diana with a mix of hope and concern. "Just... be careful. Zeus may act like an overgrown child, but he's still Zeus."

Diana smirked slightly. "Trust me, I haven't forgotten."

Brunhilde placed a hand on Diana's shoulder. "Then I leave it to you."

With that, she and Göll stepped back, watching as Diana turned in the direction Zeus had gone.

Taking one last deep breath, Diana squared her shoulders and muttered to herself, "Let's get this over with." Then, without another word, she strode off toward that maniac of a King of the Gods who was apparently her father from another universe.

As Diana walked across the arena, the distant sound of Zeus's laughter echoed ahead, grating on her nerves.

Meanwhile, Zeus tumbled around the arena, performing cartwheels and laughing like a child, completely disregarding his divine stature. His actions were erratic and carefree, a stark contrast to the mighty god he was supposed to be. With each spin, he gleefully shouted, "I have a new daughter!" as if announcing it to the entire world, his voice echoing with childlike excitement.

Poseidon, irritated by his idiot brother still fooling around in the arena, shouted from his throne, "Stop this atrocious behavior, you fucking buffoon, and come back here! This is not fitting for a god!"

Hades, meanwhile, noticed Diana approaching Zeus. "Our niece is heading toward our brother, Poseidon."

"What?! What is she doing?!" The Tyrant of the Seas snapped.

Diana stepped up behind Zeus and firmly clamped her hand on his shoulder, bringing his chaotic antics to an abrupt halt. Her expression was flat and unenthusiastic.

Zeus stiffened slightly and turned to look at her, wide-eyed.

"Oh! Daughter!" he exclaimed, grinning. "Did you come to join me?"

Diana's grip tightened. "We need to talk."

Zeus blinked.

"Ah, a father-daughter chat! How wonderful! What shall we talk about? Perhaps battle strategies? Godly wisdom? Or—"

Diana cut him off. "No, not any of those. Ragnarok."

Her new father's expression froze. "Oh," he said, straightening up. "What about it?"

Diana nodded and removed her hand from his shoulder. "I think you should stop it." Her tone was calm but firm.

"Why?"

"Because wiping out humanity over a few bad instances is wrong. Humanity isn't perfect, but that doesn't mean they deserve annihilation."

Silence hung between them for a moment. Then, Zeus blinked once, then again.

"Okay," he said casually, as if she had just asked him to pass the salt at dinner.

His reply stunned Diana. She had fully expected resistance—a long-winded argument, maybe even a challenge—but instead, he had agreed without hesitation.

She narrowed her eyes, skeptical. "Wait... what?"

Zeus shrugged. "I said okay."

Diana stared at him, still trying to process his lack of resistance. This was too easy. "That's it? Just like that? Why?"

"BECAUSE YOU ARE MY NEW FAVORITE DAUGHTER!" Zeus bellowed, then jumped and clung to her waist again.

"Fuck!" Diana cursed, trying once more to get him off her.

Still clinging to her, Zeus shouted at the top of his lungs, "HEY EVERYBODY! RAGNAROK IS OVER!" His voice echoed through the arena, the sheer force of his announcement shaking the air.

Diana groaned inwardly, her patience wearing thin as she struggled once again to pry him off.

But, entirely focused on getting Zeus off her, she didn't notice the reactions of the gods to his announcement.

All the gods shouted in unison, "WHAT?!!!" The shock was palpable, and the more powerful gods radiated killing intent, their eyes flashing with fury at the sudden and unexpected declaration.

Hades' eyes widened in shock, his normally composed demeanor cracking. "Did I hear that right...? Did Zeus just announce that Ragnarok is over...?"

Poseidon, on the other hand, was seething. His grip tightened around the armrest of his throne. "That fucking idiot!" he roared, his voice booming with fury. "Why the hell did he just fucking say that?!"

Without thinking, Diana wrenched Zeus off her and shoved him aside, raising her shield just in time to block Ra-Horakhty's incoming strike. The impact sent a tremor through the ground, sparks flying from the clash.

"HOW DARE YOU ATTACK MY DAUGHTER!" Zeus roared, lunging at the leader of the Egyptian Pantheon in a fury.

Two of the strongest gods clashed, their power shaking the very foundations of the arena.

Zeus swung a fist crackling with electricity, but Ra-Horakhty caught it, his own aura blazing like the sun itself. Their eyes locked, pure fury burning between them.

"You think you can just end Ragnarok on a whim, Zeus?!" Ra-Horakhty snarled, his grip tightening. "You insult every god here!"

Zeus grinned, unfazed. "I can and I did! What are you gonna do about it, sunny boy?!"

With a roar, Ra-Horakhty twisted Zeus's arm and slammed a burning fist into his ribs, sending him hurtling across the coliseum.

"DIE, YOU USELESS SACK OF BONES!" Ra-Horakhty roared, his divine flames surging as he shot forward, aiming to finish Zeus off in one decisive strike.

"ZEUS!" Diana shouted, instinctively moving to intervene.

Chapter 12: Her Uncles

As Diana was about to jump in, a firm hand clamped down on her shoulder.

Her instincts kicked in immediately—she spun around and threw a punch at the stranger, only for her wrist to be caught mid-strike with effortless precision.

The man before her didn't flinch.

He was tall and striking, with long, silver-white hair that spiked elegantly at wild angles. An intricate, leaf-like tattoo curved across his forehead, partially hidden beneath a custom eyepatch that covered his right eye. A spiked choker lined his neck, and a dangling bead earring swung gently from his left ear, glinting in the light. Several smaller piercings traced the curve of his ear, adding to his regal yet edgy appearance.

His clothing was a blend of extravagance and discipline—his high-collared coat opened just enough to reveal the upper part of his chest, while badges gleamed on either side like medals of honor. White jeans hugged his legs, paired with pristine shoes adorned in a distinct square pattern.

"Calm down," the man said smoothly, still holding her wrist. "I mean you no harm. There's no need to get involved."

Diana narrowed her eyes, not relaxing. "Who are you?"

He gently released her arm and offered a small, courteous bow.

"My name is Hades," he said, his voice calm and refined. "King of Helheim."

Diana looked stunned. "...Hades?"

"I'm also one of your uncles."

The Amazon blinked, her mind struggling to form an immediate response.

Hades straightened, offering her a faint, composed smile. "You don't need to intervene. My brother can handle himself against that Egyptian."

Behind them, thunder cracked and flames erupted as Zeus and Ra-Horakhty clashed again, the force of their battle shaking the arena with every strike.

Diana glanced from the chaos back to Hades.

"What do you want?" she asked, her voice edged with suspicion.

Hades watched her silently for a moment, as if weighing her soul with a single glance.

"I came down here," he began smoothly, "because Lord Chaos spoke of you in a way that piqued even my curiosity." He stepped slightly closer—measured, not threatening. "You, Diana, Princess of Themyscira, are a paradox."

Diana remained still, every muscle taut. "A paradox?"

Hades nodded, his gaze unwavering. "Not many can keep up with Zeus in battle—not even among the gods. Yet you, a demigod from another world, not only endured... you matched him. That alone is enough to earn my attention." He tilted his head slightly, voice thoughtful. "A daughter of Zeus from another world. A creation born not of lust or accident, but of purpose. A living weapon, forged to kill a god—your own half-brother, no less. That's not something one hears every millennium."

"And I suppose now you want to dissect me? See if I'm real? See what I can do?"

"No," he said simply but firmly. "You misunderstand me. I don't want to test you. I want to understand you."

She scoffed, blue eyes narrowing. "Understand me? Why? Because Chaos says I'm important? Because of my bloodline?"

Hades finally broke the silence. "In Helheim, I see the souls of mortals pass every day. Kings, killers, innocents. They come bearing regrets, joys, horrors. Their stories end in death. But you... your story was supposed to end in another world. And yet, here you stand. Don't you think that's worth being curious about?"

Diana could guess that Helheim was this world's version of the Underworld.

"I didn't choose to be here," she replied, her voice low and tight. "Fate decided that for me."

Hades's voice lowered. "Perhaps. But fate rarely moves without reason. And when it does, it leaves ripples in its wake—ripples that can become waves... or storms. You are one such storm, Diana. And I suspect the gods have no idea what kind of tempest they've inherited."

She looked back at him, suspicious. "So what are you really here for, Hades?"

His red eye gleamed. "To see you, Diana. As you are—not as your title, not as Zeus's daughter, not as Chaos's chosen. But as you. I want to understand the woman who caused even my brother to falter."

Her eyes narrowed. "Why?"

"Because people like you are dangerous," he said, his smile vanishing. "You being here doesn't just alter the fates of men. You change the trajectory of gods."

That gave her pause.

Hades continued, his voice quieter now. "You've already begun. My brother... he was never meant to hesitate in battle. He was never meant to ask questions of Lord Chaos. And yet, there he stood, stunned like a fool the moment you were named his daughter."

Diana's jaw tightened, but she said nothing.

Hades's gaze softened. "I don't want to control you. I don't want to use you. But I do want to understand what kind of force has entered our world. Because gods only pretend to be unshakable. You've already proven that's a lie."

She finally looked away, her voice low but firm. "You won't get answers from me, Hades. I'm not here for your intrigue."

"No," he said gently, "you're here because you were meant to be. Whether by fate, by Chaos, or by your own strength—I don't know yet. But I suspect... you're going to be the turning point in something far greater than you realize."

Hades suddenly paused and tilted his head.

"...Ah," he murmured, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. "My younger brother is here as well."

The air shifted. Diana felt it too—a sudden chill, like ocean spray beneath a thundercloud.

From behind Hades, a man almost as tall and equally imposing emerged. His golden-blonde hair caught the light like sunlight off a tide, while his pale blue irises—sharp and intense—shimmered with an unnatural depth.

He wore an ornamental golden choker, intricately patterned, resting at the base of his throat. Dark blue fabric, trimmed in radiant gold, clothed the upper half of his body but left his sculpted chest and abdomen exposed. A pair of golden rings coiled around his biceps.

His hands were clad in seaweed-colored, fingerless gloves, with a blue band encircling each wrist. Around his waist hung a white coat adorned with golden circular symbols. It parted at the front, allowing a single length of cloth to hang like a regal loincloth. Baggy pants, dyed to match the sea-glass tones of his gloves, disappeared into boots etched with the swirling ruins of the ocean's depths.

Everything about him was divine, yet dangerous—like the sea itself.

Poseidon.

His eyes scanned the scene, landing briefly on Hades, then resting on Diana.

"So," Poseidon said, his voice deep and cold—like the crushing silence of the ocean floor. "This is the one Chaos spoke of."

Hades gave a slight nod, his tone even. "Diana, this is Poseidon—the God of the Seas, my younger brother... and another uncle of yours."

The god in blue let his gaze sweep over her—not with admiration, but with detached scrutiny. There was no warmth, no kinship. Only judgment. A calculation of her worth—and perhaps, her threat.

Diana tensed. His presence was heavier than Hades's—less subtle, more forceful. The ocean didn't ask permission. It drowned what it didn't accept.

Poseidon stepped forward, the coat around his waist shifting like a tide ready to pull something under. "You may carry that fool's blood," he said sharply, "but I don't see a daughter of Olympus before me. Not truly."

Diana met his gaze, unflinching. "And yet here I am."

His lip curled faintly—not a smile, but something colder. "Yes. Here you are. Uninvited."

Hades stepped between them, his tone calm but edged with quiet warning. "Come now, brother. Must you be so cold? She may be from another world, but from what Lord Chaos said, she is of our Olympus—and of Zeus's blood. That makes her your niece, whether you like it or not."

Poseidon didn't flinch. His gaze remained locked on Diana, unmoved. "No. She is not my niece."

Diana's brow twitched, but she stayed silent.

Poseidon's voice sharpened, the weight of his contempt rising like a storm swell. "According to Lord Chaos, our so-called counterparts were weak enough to let themselves be killed off by their own kin. What kind of gods allow such disgrace? What kind of pantheon collapses at its own hands?"

Hades's eyes narrowed slightly, but his voice remained level. "And yet, from those broken gods came a force strong enough to stand against Zeus himself. You speak of disgrace, but overlook the strength born from tragedy. She didn't crumble with her world—she survived it. And perhaps that makes her more of a god than we'd care to admit."

Poseidon scoffed, turning slightly, as if the mere thought disgusted him. "I refuse to accept someone forged to kill gods as one of us. She is a defect that should never have existed."

Diana didn't let his words faze her. Instead, she stepped forward, staring unwaveringly straight at Poseidon, her voice steady. "I'm not here to be your niece. I'm here because fate brought me. And it seems I have no choice in the matter. If I had the chance, I would return to my world rather than stay in this one."

For a moment, silence lingered between the three.

Diana's words echoed in the minds of the two gods—If I had the chance, I would return to my world rather than stay in this one.

She had spoken with certainty, not bitterness. But for some reason, it stung.

Hades's gaze lowered slightly, a flicker of something unfamiliar passing through his eyes. He couldn't name it—emptiness, perhaps? But the thought of Diana leaving this world stirred an odd discomfort in him. He found himself unsettled by the idea of her not being here.

Poseidon, too, narrowed his eyes, his expression hardening even as something unexpected welled in his chest. Discomfort? No... not quite. But it lingered, uninvited—like a current beneath still waters. Her words shouldn't matter. She was nothing. A stray from another world. Yet something gnawed at him in a way he couldn't explain.

He opened his mouth—perhaps to rebuke her again, perhaps to say something else entirely—but he was interrupted.

"Hah! I finally beat that golden bastard!" Zeus's voice rang out, loud and amused, as he approached the three. He looked bruised and scorched, but victorious. "Looks like you two are getting acquainted with my new daughter! What are you three talking about?"

Nearby, Ra-Horakhty lay half-buried in the rubble of the shattered arena wall. Cracks split the arena floor like a spiderweb of destruction, still steaming from the remnants of their clash. The divine fire that once surrounded him had dulled, his form flickering with weakened light as he struggled to move.

Hades turned slightly toward Zeus, his calm demeanor slipping back into place as if the tension from moments before had never existed.

"We were simply getting to know your daughter, Zeus," he said smoothly, hands folded behind his back. "She carries a presence that's hard to ignore. She intrigues us."

Poseidon said nothing. He stood still, arms crossed, his gaze distant as if the conversation had already ended for him. The coldness hadn't left his expression, and he offered only silence.

Diana glanced between the three gods, also saying nothing.

"I am so happy my brothers are already warming up to my daughter—even if one of them's too proud to admit it," Zeus said with a pointed look at Poseidon with a teasing smirk.

The Tyrant rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"Come on, let's get out of this place. I've already announced that Ragnarok is over, so there's no reason for us to stay here any longer."

"Zeus," Hades said quietly but firmly, his expression serious. "Why did you announce that Ragnarok is over? And without consulting us? Do you realize how many gods you've angered with that decision?"

Poseidon's eyes narrowed, his expression twisting with fury at the reminder. He stepped forward, voice low and seething. "Yes, you fucking idiot! Why did you declare Ragnarok over?! We gods were supposed to humiliate and destroy humanity—to remind them of their place!"

Zeus didn't flinch. He simply shrugged, almost casually, and grinned.

"I only did it because my daughter asked me to."

All three gods turned to look at Diana.

She just blinked at them.

"Are you fucking serious? Just because she asked you?!" Poseidon snapped.

"Of course," Zeus replied, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "She's my daughter."

Seeing Poseidon's glare shift toward her, Diana held up a hand defensively. "Don't blame me. He could've said no."

Chapter 13: Dinner

Hours After Ragnarok Ended:

The Great Hall of Olympus shimmered with golden light—a masterpiece of divine opulence. Crystal chandeliers hung from vaulted ceilings carved with constellations, and a marble table that could seat a hundred stretched across the room.

Tonight, however, only sixteen places were set.

Seated at the table were Zeus, Diana, Hera, Poseidon, Demeter, Athena, Apollo, Artemis, Ares, Hephaestus, Aphrodite, Hermes, Dionysus, Hestia, Adamas, and the Titaness of Motherhood, Rhea.

On the table, platters of moussaka—layered with roasted eggplant, spiced lamb, and béchamel—sat beside golden trays of dolmades, grape leaves stuffed with lemony rice and herbs. Souvlaki skewers of boar and chicken meat glistened beside spanakopita, its flaky crust still crackling with heat.

There were loukoumades soaked in ambrosial honey and dusted with crushed walnuts, bowls of fava bean dip with olives as dark as Tartarus, and divine olives that shimmered green-gold. A basket held fresh-baked pita, warm to the touch, next to lamb meatballs laced with mint and garlic so potent, even Ares teared up.

There was also ambrosia-drizzled baklava that glowed faintly, nectar-roasted figs, and a silver tray of flaming saganaki—cheese that crackled with controlled divine fire, never quite burning.

A tall amphora poured itself endlessly into crystal goblets—red wine from Dionysus's private vineyard, said to ferment with every heartbeat of the Earth.

And in the middle of it all, sandwiched between Zeus and Rhea, sat Diana Prince—Wonder Woman, Princess of Themyscira, and a deeply uncomfortable dinner guest.

She would've gone with Brunhilde and Göll to their place if Zeus hadn't forcibly dragged her here and introduced her to the rest of the Olympians.

Now, she was stuck having dinner with gods who, apparently, were her family from this world.

Zeus, beaming like a proud father on a sugar high, kept shoving food toward her.

"How about you try this nectar-roasted lamb in honey glaze, daughter?"

Diana scowled. "Can you please stop shoving food at me? I can feed myself!"

Zeus, undeterred, immediately plopped a glowing dolma onto her plate with exaggerated flourish. "Try the dolmades! Stuffed with rice, lemon, and just a dash of oregano and pomegranate zest!"

Diana stared at the leaf-wrapped offering.

"Did it also come with a side of 'overbearing parental energy'? Because I'm already full."

"How about you try the moussaka? Mother Rhea made it! She never cooks anymore! It's the best!" Zeus said, shoving the fork with the piece of food toward her.

All the gods except Poseidon and one particular goddess looked amused by the scene.

Diana grimaced, snatching the fork mid-air with Amazonian reflexes and slamming it onto her plate with a metallic clang.

"Aww, don't be shy, daughter!" Zeus chuckled, picking up the fork again. "C'mon, open wide! Just one bite for Daddy—"

She shoved him back with a firm hand to the face.

Zeus wheeled back in his chair, clutching his cheek with theatrical flair. "Oof! I forgot—you prefer Father, don't you? Silly me!"

Rhea, ever the composed Titaness of Motherhood, lightly tapped Zeus on the back of the head with her spoon. "Stop smothering the girl, Zeus. You're lucky she's even sitting here after everything. Let her breathe."

But there was a faint smile tugging at her lips as she looked between them.

Across the table, Hera, Goddess of Marriage, sipped ruby-red wine from a chalice crusted in emeralds, her eyes fixed on Diana with a glint of something unreadable—challenge? Intrigue? Calculation?

"She certainly has your stubbornness, Zeus," Hera said dryly, her voice like velvet laced with iron. Then she turned to Diana, tilting her head slightly. "You'll call me Mother eventually."

Diana didn't respond. She speared a piece of honey-glazed fig and chewed it like it had wronged her.

The only mother I have is the one back in my world, she thought, biting through the fruit with quiet defiance.

At the far end of the table, Poseidon sat stiffly, arms crossed, eyes like glacial knives. He hadn't touched his food. He hadn't spoken. He hadn't blinked.

Across from him, Athena, Goddess of Wisdom, stared at Diana with heated intensity.

Diana noticed.

What is her problem?

Without breaking eye contact, she calmly lifted a piece of spanakopita to her mouth.

Athena narrowed her eyes.

Diana raised one eyebrow.

"Tell us, sister," Apollo, the God of the Sun, said lazily, lounging with a goblet in hand, "in your world, do you truly fight for mankind?"

Diana chewed slowly, swallowed, and picked up her goblet of wine. Her gaze shifted from Athena to Apollo.

"Yes."

A single word. Steady. Cold. Like a blade laid flat across the table.

The clang of utensils halted mid-air. The room fell into a suffocating silence.

Apollo hummed and leaned back in his seat, lips curling. "Even after their wars? Their greed? Their destruction?"

Diana didn't look away. She set her goblet down with calm precision and locked eyes with the god of the sun.

"Yes," she repeated, voice clear and resolute.

Apollo blinked.

He sat upright, baffled—his golden composure briefly cracking. The dining room tightened around them like a noose.

He leaned forward, brows furrowed. "Why?" he asked, genuine disbelief coloring his voice. "Why would you still protect them, after everything they've done—to everything around them, and to themselves?"

Diana didn't blink. "Because they need to be saved."

Apollo frowned, searching her face.

Athena finally spoke, her voice soft, cool, and precise.

"Do you actually believe humanity deserves to be saved?"

Diana's eyes narrowed. "This isn't about what they deserve."

Athena tilted her head slightly, gray eyes like razors. "Isn't it? You bleed for mortals who would turn on you the moment they're afraid. You fight for those who build bombs faster than they build bridges. Is that justice—or delusion?"

"I believe in humanity's capacity for change."

"Capacity for change," Athena repeated, almost mockingly. "Fine words. Easy words. But they don't unmake genocide. They don't bring back burned forests or collapsed cities."

Silence tightened around the table like a drawn bowstring.

Diana didn't flinch.

"You're right—humanity has done terrible things. I've seen it with my own eyes: wars, hatred, greed. I've fought men who brought only pain to the world. I've watched innocents die, screaming for help that never came. I've seen it all—humanity at its worst: cruel, selfish, broken."

She paused. Her voice remained firm, but not cold.

"But I've also seen a mother shield her child with her own body. I've seen strangers share their last loaf of bread. I've seen people rise after losing everything... and still choose to be kind."

Her eyes narrowed.

"So no—I don't save them because they deserve it. I save them because they try. Even when it's hard. Even when hope feels out of reach."

Athena's eyes glinted, her voice cutting.

"Hope is a fragile thing, Diana. It crumbles under the weight of endless mistakes. Mortals repeatedly choose war over peace, betrayal over loyalty, chaos over order. How long can you cling to hope before it becomes a dangerous illusion?"

Diana met her gaze without flinching.

"And what about you, Athena? What about the gods themselves? You all sit on this mountain and pass judgment as if you're above it all—but you're not. I bet that at some point in your eons of existence, you've all lied. You've waged wars. You've betrayed each other—for power, for pride, for petty slights."

Her voice rang with unshaken clarity now.

"You may call humanity cruel and reckless—but I'm sure you gods have committed worse atrocities than any mortal ever could. So tell me: if mortals are monsters for their sins... what does that make you?"

A stunned silence fell over the Great Hall.

No one spoke. No one moved.

Diana's words hung in the air—sharp, unrelenting, undeniable.

Athena's expression froze. Her lips parted slightly, as if to retort—but nothing came. Her gray eyes, usually so calculating, flickered with something rare and unspoken: doubt.

Apollo leaned back slowly in his chair, mouth slightly ajar. He looked as if someone had punched the breath from his lungs.

Ares, the God of War, just stared at Diana like she'd sprouted wings on her head.

Hephaestus, God of Blacksmithing, blinked in genuine surprise.

Artemis, Goddess of the Hunt, looked between her brother, Athena, and Diana. Her brow furrowed—not in anger, but deep contemplation.

Hermes, Messenger of the Gods, halfway through a sip of wine, paused mid-motion and slowly set his goblet down, eyes flitting between everyone like a hawk.

Aphrodite, Goddess of Love, blinked—once, slowly. For once, there was no flirtatious smile, only a distant, unreadable stillness.

Demeter, Goddess of Agriculture, clutched her fork until her knuckles turned white. Behind her eyes, ancient emotions stirred—grief, regret, something that had cracked and never healed.

Dionysus, God of Wine, sat unusually still. His usual manic grin was gone, replaced with a blank mask. His wineglass remained untouched.

Hera's gaze was locked on Diana. Her expression was blank, but the hand resting on her goblet trembled—barely, but unmistakably.

Adamas, God of Conquest, didn't speak. Though his face was hidden behind his mask, his gaze was fixed on Diana—unblinking, unreadable.

Hades said nothing. Seated quietly among the others, he simply looked at Diana—expressionless, his violet eyes giving away nothing at all.

Poseidon gritted his teeth, still glaring at his untouched plate as if trying to will it into nonexistence. But he said nothing.

And Zeus... didn't speak. He looked at Diana not with anger, nor pride, but something deeper. As if he were seeing her as a mirror the gods never wanted to face.

For a long moment, the only sounds were the crackling of the saganaki fire and the faint ticking of the universe itself.

The only ones who didn't react like the others were Rhea and Hestia.

Hestia didn't move. She just stared into the firelight of the saganaki, a small, knowing smile tugging at her lips.

Rhea exhaled softly, almost a sigh. As if she'd been waiting years for someone to finally say it.

Dionysus coughed awkwardly.

"...So," he said, blinking around the table, breaking the silence, "is dinner still happening, or...?"

All eyes snapped to him.

The wine god raised both hands.

"Hey, I'm just saying—if we're going to let the existential dread keep smoking in the air, maybe we shouldn't let the lamb do the same."

Unfortunately, everyone's appetite was completely gone.

Chapter 14: Stay With Us

Diana pushed back her chair with a quiet scrape against the marble floor and rose from the table. The movement drew several heads, but none more abruptly than Zeus's. His hand shot out, gripping her wrist with surprising urgency.

"Wait," Zeus said, his voice tight and panicked. "Where are you going?"

"I'm leaving," Diana replied simply, meeting his eyes steadily as she began to pull her arm free.

"No, no, you can't just leave like this," Zeus insisted, his grip firm but trembling slightly. "Where will you stay? You haven't told me."

Diana paused. She hadn't thought that far.

"I don't know," she admitted, her voice low. Then she added, "How can I contact Brunhilde? Maybe I could stay with her?"

Zeus's face darkened, and he shook his head, almost pleading. "No. You shouldn't stay with any of those Valkyries. This is your home. Olympus is your home. You belong here—with us. Your family."

Diana shook her head firmly. "I don't feel like I belong here. I want to be somewhere I choose."

Zeus's eyes widened, frustration mixing with something else—fear? Hope? "Diana, please don't go! You haven't even met your brother Heracles yet."

Diana blinked. "Heracles?" The name hit her like a flicker of recognition, half-remembered from stories and legends. But this one... "An alternate version of my half-brother, right?"

Zeus nodded eagerly. "Yes, but here I adopted him! You have to at least meet him—he's going to visit us soon after he returns from seeing his wife!"

Diana's jaw tightened. "I can meet him another time. I don't want to stay here."

Zeus's pride faltered, and in a surprising motion, he sank to one knee before her.

"Please... stay with me, my daughter!!" he wailed.

He was giving her the puppy eyes, his mouth trembling.

Diana tried to resist it. She really did.

Around the table, the gods watched in silence and amusement. Even Hades looked entertained. The only ones who didn't look amused were Athena, Poseidon, and Adamas (who was smirking behind his mask.).

Wonder Woman stared down at Zeus—King of the Gods, wielder of thunder and lightning, groveling on one knee like an overgrown puppy.

It made her want to gag, seeing that kind of expression on this old, hermit-looking god who was apparently her father from another world.

His lip quivered. His eyes shimmered with the most undignified hope she'd ever seen on a god's face.

The silence around the table stretched long and thick. Ares had frozen mid-chew, Artemis looked mildly horrified, and Aphrodite leaned forward with a delighted smirk, clearly enjoying the drama. Athena's expression was unreadable. Hermes, Hades, Adamas (behind his mask), and Poseidon looked utterly disgusted. Rhea looked pleased. Hera sipped her wine like it was theater—and she'd bought front-row seats.

Diana pinched the bridge of her nose and exhaled.

"...Fine," she muttered at last. "I'll stay."

A thunderclap echoed overhead—literally.

Zeus shot to his feet like he'd been launched by springs. "HAH! YES!" he roared, arms flinging upward in triumph. "She said yes! She's staying! She loves me!"

"I never said that," Diana deadpanned.

But it was too late. Zeus had already thrown his arms around her in a crushing hug, burying his face against her armored chestplate like an overzealous golden retriever.

"My daughter's staying on Olympus!" he bellowed. "Prepare her chambers! Bring fresh ambrosia! Set up an honor feast! Someone paint a mural!"

"You just had a feast, Zeus," Hestia said calmly, not looking up from the flame.

"And I will have a hundred more if that's what it takes!" Zeus shouted.

"Let go," Diana growled, elbowing him firmly.

Zeus wheezed and staggered back, still grinning from ear to ear.

Across the room, Apollo groaned and muttered, "We're never going to hear the end of this."

"I don't mind it," Hephaestus said.

Dionysus raised his goblet. "To emotionally blackmailing your offspring into staying!"

"No," Diana said, shooting him a look. "No one toast to that."

Hermes, who had actually lifted his goblet at Dionysus's declaration, set it down with a sheepish look.

Zeus, still positively glowing, beamed up at her. "This is the best day of my immortal life."

Diana rolled her eyes. "You already said that before."

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The grand golden doors of the chamber closed behind Diana with a soft thud, leaving her alone in silence.

The room was beautiful—massive, ornate, draped in silk and gold. The bed could probably sleep a dozen gods, the marble floors were polished to a mirror shine, and frescoes of ancient battles adorned the vaulted ceiling. She suspected one of them might've been Zeus in his prime, swinging lightning like a lunatic.

Diana stood still for a moment, arms folded, not bothering to sit.

It felt... suffocating.

Not physically—there was more than enough space, too much, even—but emotionally. Like the weight of expectation and divine identity pressed in from every side.

She walked over to the balcony, pushed the tall doors open, and stepped out into the cool night air. The view stretched beneath her in all its impossible glory. Towers of gold and ivory shimmered under the stars, and ethereal clouds drifted lazily across the sky like wandering spirits. There was no moon—just a vast sea of constellations, brighter and clearer than anything on Earth.

She leaned her arms on the stone railing and stared into the heavens.

An Amazonian. A warrior. A demigod. A multiversal anomaly.

What was she anymore?

Diana's fingers curled into fists.

She felt like a pawn in something—something greater than her. The Fates? Chaos? She didn't even know.

"I should've pushed him harder and left," she muttered under her breath.

Maybe it was exhaustion. Maybe it was the ridiculous look on Zeus's face that somehow had power over her. Or maybe she simply didn't know where else to go. But in the end... she had decided to stay.

Her thoughts drifted to Themyscira, to the mother and comrades she had left behind. She wondered how they were doing without her. Were they safe on the island?

She sighed.

"I need to return home. I don't belong here," she whispered.

A gentle breeze brushed her hair back. The stars didn't answer. The realm didn't care.

Behind her, the chamber remained perfectly pristine. Not a wrinkle on the bed. Not a thing out of place.

Just a gilded cage.

Diana closed her eyes, drawing a slow breath in through her nose, grounding herself the way her mother had taught her. Center yourself. Feel your body. Feel the earth beneath you—even if it's made of clouds.

When she opened her eyes again, they were calm. Clear. But not resolved.

Because deep down, she knew this wasn't over.

Not even close.

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A knock rapped softly at the chamber doors just as the first rays of light began to spill across the gold-framed ceiling. Diana stirred, eyes narrowing at the sound. She had barely slept—her body rested, but her mind had been a battlefield all night.

The doors cracked open, and a young maid peeked in, bowing quickly. "My lady... it is time. Breakfast has been prepared."

Diana sat up, rubbing her face with a sigh. "Of course."

After washing and dressing in the traditional ancient Greek female chiton—soft, flowing fabric belted at the waist and pinned at the shoulders with golden clasps—she let the maid guide her through a series of marble hallways, colonnades, and sun-drenched stairs until they reached the morning dining chamber.

Unlike the crowded feast the night before, the breakfast table was small and informal—at least, as informal as a divine meal in a hall of floating crystal chandeliers and sunlight-soaked tapestries could be.

There were only four figures seated at the table.

Zeus sat at the head, looking far too cheerful for this hour. His beard was freshly combed, his robes unnecessarily bright, and he beamed at her like a father about to announce a birthday surprise.

"Good morning, my radiant daughter!" he sang.

Diana winced.

"...Morning," she replied, deadpan, crossing the room with deliberate grace.

She offered a nod to Hera. "Queen Hera."

Hera internally sighed at her new daughter not calling her "Mother." Still, she greeted Diana politely. "Good morning, Diana."

Diana then turned to Rhea, who was sipping nectar from a goblet. "Lady Rhea."

Rhea smiled warmly. "You look well, my dear." She would have preferred Diana to call her "Grandmother," but she wouldn't push her to say it.

Diana sat down silently in the empty chair across from them. That's when she noticed the man beside Rhea—a tall, muscular figure with long, spiky orange hair. He wore a right shoulder guard and an archery chest protector. His left arm was wrapped in an ornate golden armband covering his bicep. He also wore a lion-fur kilt, a thick belt, and leather sandals. A red tattoo ran across his torso from his right shoulder down to the lower left side of his abdomen. His eyes were a piercing blue.

To Diana, the man looked powerful.

Zeus clapped his hands together.

"Diana! This fine young man here is my adopted son I told you about last night! He actually came to visit us today!" he announced with a grin. "May I introduce your brother—Heracles!"

The man inclined his head politely, eyes sharp with curiosity. "It's an honor to finally meet you, Sister."

Diana stared at him for a beat.

Heracles. This world's version of her long-dead half-brother.

Stories of Heracles from her own world flitted through her memory—tales of strength, madness, redemption. But this one... this Heracles seemed different.

Her eyes narrowed slightly, sizing him up.

"...Likewise," she said, her voice cool but civil.

Heracles offered a small grin, more humble than she expected. "I've heard a lot about you already."

"Oh?" Diana raised an eyebrow. "Let me guess. All from him?" She jerked a thumb toward Zeus without looking at him.

Zeus gasped. "Why would you say it like that?"

Heracles chuckled under his breath, and Rhea hid a smile behind her cup.

"Don't worry," Heracles said. "I form my own opinions."

Diana gave him a subtle nod, unsure whether she respected that... or found it suspicious.

Either way, this was going to be an interesting breakfast.

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Breakfast was a quieter affair than Diana expected—pleasant, even, if one could tune out Zeus's occasional humming and the smug way he kept sneaking glances at her like a child proud of a new toy. The table was laid with fresh fruits, steaming bread, honey, olives, and goblets filled with golden nectar.

Diana kept her focus on her plate, cutting her bread with mechanical precision, while Hera occasionally made polite conversation with Rhea and Heracles.

"So," Heracles finally said, breaking the calm with a light tone, "I heard you handled Father pretty well last night."

Diana glanced up at him. "Handled is a generous word. I tolerated him."

Zeus gasped again, more dramatically this time, clutching his chest as if stabbed. "You wound me!"

"No," Diana said dryly, "but I could."

Rhea chuckled softly into her cup.

Heracles laughed, and even Hera let out the faintest smirk.

"I like her," Heracles said, nodding.

Zeus suddenly clapped his hands together. "Ah! I have a brilliant idea," he said, pointing his fork with exaggerated flourish. "Why don't you show Diana around Valhalla, Heracles? She hasn't seen it properly."

Heracles shrugged with an easy smile. "Sure, I don't mind."

He turned toward Diana, his tone casual but respectful. "What do you think? Want me to show you around?"

Diana studied him for a moment. His posture was relaxed, his expression open. She didn't sense any ulterior motive—no false charm or condescension. Just sincerity.

She gave a small nod. "Alright."

Zeus beamed. "Excellent! Bonding time!"

Diana shot him a look. "Don't make it weird."

"I make everything better," Zeus replied with a wink.

After they finished eating, Heracles and Diana stood from the table and headed for the exit.

Rhea raised her goblet slightly in parting.
"Enjoy the walk, my dears."

"Try not to get roped into a fight," Hera added dryly.

"No promises," Diana muttered.

Chapter 15: Heracles

The sky above Valhalla stretched endlessly, a gradient of gold and silver that shimmered like liquid metal under the ever-watchful sun. Towers of ivory and obsidian spiraled upward, connected by bridges of crystalline glass that reflected the light in dazzling patterns. Courtyards were filled with golden fountains, their water catching sunlight and scattering rainbows across marble walkways. The air carried the faint scent of wildflowers and saltwater, while ethereal banners fluttered overhead, each inscribed with glowing runes that pulsed gently as if alive. Valhalla thrummed with a quiet, potent energy, a realm suspended between glory and eternity.

 

Diana followed Heracles as he strode confidently along a broad bridge of polished marble, bordered by delicate lattices of silver filigree. Birds with iridescent plumage darted between the towers, their wings leaving faint trails of golden light.

 

"This place... it's incredible," the Amazonian admitted, her voice unusually quiet. She kept her eyes scanning the towering spires, the courtyards where massive fountains of flowing gold glittered, and the statues of warriors frozen mid-battle in lifelike perfection. "I've never seen anything like it."

 

Heracles, walking a step ahead of her, turned slightly, grinning beneath the weight of his golden armor. "It's Valhalla," he said simply, his voice carrying the calm confidence that seemed to settle every space he entered. "Not many mortals—or even gods—get to see it fully."

 

Diana paused, brushing her hand against the carved railing. "I suppose it's not exactly fair that I'm seeing it now," she murmured.

 

Heracles didn't immediately respond. Instead, he gestured toward a massive archway ahead, etched with runes that seemed to shimmer and hum with quiet energy. "We can start over there. But... if you want to talk first, I can listen."

 

Diana hesitated, her eyes narrowing as she considered him. She wasn't used to people—or gods—who didn't immediately question her or try to assert authority. "Talk... about what?" she asked cautiously.

 

Heracles fell into step beside her, matching her stride effortlessly. "About this place, about you, about why you look so... frustrated."

 

Diana let out a short, bitter laugh. "Frustrated? That's putting it mildly." She stopped walking, letting her hands rest on the railing. "I'm trapped. Stuck in a world that's not mine. Surrounded by gods who wanted to destroy humanity. I didn't want to be here."

 

Heracles frowned slightly, his piercing blue eyes meeting hers. He didn't speak immediately, just allowed her to vent, his posture relaxed but attentive. Diana appreciated that more than she expected.

 

"Humanity was saved only because Zeus," she continued, her voice low but cutting, "decided to please me by... stopping Ragnarok after Chaos told everyone I'm his daughter. He—he risked offending every other god just for my sake. Even if some of the gods want to be family to me, I don't believe I belong in this place."

 

Heracles' gaze softened, and for the first time, Diana noticed a subtle weight in his expression—something like understanding, like he genuinely grasped her frustration. "I get it," he said finally. "You're a warrior and a daughter of Zeus from another world. You've been dragged into a place filled with gods who wouldn't think twice about destroying mortals. That's not a small thing to process."

 

Diana blinked, slightly taken aback. "You... understand?" she asked cautiously.

 

"I've seen a lot of battles," Heracles said quietly. "I've seen gods fight each other, humans fight gods, worlds teeter on the edge of destruction. And I've seen people like you—people with the courage to stand against it—get caught in the middle." He glanced at her, his eyes unreadable for a moment before softening. "I can't say I know exactly how it feels to be from another world, but... I understand what it's like to feel like you don't belong."

 

Heracles hesitated, then spoke, his tone quieter, almost confessional. "I wasn't always a demigod. I was once fully human, a warrior shaped by hardship and countless battles. But when the gods recognized my strength, after I completed the Twelve Labours, and my sense of justice, they offered me ascension: a chance to gain divinity and immortality." He paused, eyes distant for a moment. "Even then, even as I gained power beyond any mortal, I sometimes felt like I didn't truly belong with the gods. I think I understand a little of what you're feeling here."

 

Diana shook her head slowly, letting out a wry, tired laugh. "I suppose... that makes me feel a little less alone. Even someone like you—strong, immortal, heroic—can feel out of place among the gods. And here I am, a stranger in a world that isn't mine, trying to make sense of it all." Her voice softened. "It's comforting, in a way, to hear that. Thank you for sharing that with me."

 

Heracles gave a small, understanding nod, his grin gentle but sincere. "It's not easy, I know. Being powerful doesn't always mean being at peace. Sometimes, the more we're expected to be like the gods, the more we realize how human we still are. And it's okay to feel that way. Don't let anyone—including me—make you feel guilty for it."

 

Diana let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding. She didn't smile, but the tightness around her eyes loosened slightly. "It's... difficult. I just hate feeling indebted to Zeus. I hate being surrounded by gods who would have eradicated humanity without a second thought. I want to return home. I need to go back to Brunhilde to find a way back to my world."

 

Heracles nodded solemnly, his posture unwavering but relaxed, letting her words sink in. "Well, if it helps, you've got me as an ally while you're here. Even if I'm... technically family, I'm also someone who gets it. Someone who won't pretend your feelings don't matter," he said.

 

The Amazon glanced at him, her expression softening just a fraction. "Thank you, Heracles. I—" she hesitated, then shook her head slightly. "I don't know what to say."

 

Heracles shrugged, that easy grin lighting his features. "You don't have to say anything. Just... know that you're not alone. And if you need to vent, complain, or even throw me off a bridge, I'll still be here."

 

Diana allowed herself a small, ironic smile. "I won't throw you off a bridge... not yet."

 

He chuckled, the sound deep and warm, echoing off the marble towers. "Fair enough. Let's keep walking. There's still a lot of Valhalla you haven't seen—and some parts are better appreciated when you're not pacing the entire realm in frustration."

 

Diana fell silent for a moment, her gaze lingering on a fountain where golden water spiraled upward, catching sunlight and scattering tiny rainbows across the courtyard. "Heracles..." she said cautiously. "I have to ask... were you one of the fighters in Ragnarok?"

 

Heracles' stride slowed slightly, and he glanced at her.

 

"Yes," he replied.

 

Turning to face him, Diana then asked, "Which side did you fight for?"

 

Heracles' expression grew somber. "I was one of the gods' representatives in Ragnarok. I fought as their champion."

 

Diana's eyes narrowed, her hands clenching at her sides. "So... you wanted to destroy humanity, like the rest of the gods too?" Her voice was sharp, tinged with disbelief and anger.

 

Okay, now I feel like throwing him off a bridge, she thought.

 

Heracles shook his head slowly. "It's more complicated than that," he said quietly, his tone measured. "I understand why it looks that way, but my role in the battle doesn't tell the full story."

 

He took a breath, letting his gaze drift toward the shimmering towers around them. "I acknowledge the flaws and evils within humankind. Their greed, their cruelty, their failures—none of that escapes me. But I also hold a deep and unwavering love for them. Even in their weakness, humans possess an inherent righteousness. I see myself as a protector of the weak and innocent, because I was once human myself."

 

Heracles' voice grew firmer, resolute. "When I was chosen as a champion of the gods, I felt compelled to fight in Ragnarok. I didn't agree with the decision to exterminate humanity, but I believed I could sway the gods' opinions. I fought not just to follow orders, but to show the strength and worth of humans. My intention was to win—and then plead with the gods to spare them. I believed that if they witnessed humanity's valiant fight, they might recognize their value and mercy."

 

Diana's anger softened slightly, though her expression remained tense. "So... you were trying to protect them, in your own way."

 

Heracles gave a small, weary nod. "Exactly. Even when bound by duty, even when expected to act against them, I never stopped seeing their worth."

 

Diana exhaled slowly, her voice quieter now, tinged with a mixture of awe and frustration. "I guess... I can understand that. But it's hard to imagine fighting against the very people you care about. I don't know if I could bear that kind of choice."

 

Heracles smiled faintly, his eyes softening. "Choices like that... they aren't easy. But sometimes doing the right thing means walking a path that feels wrong. You have to trust yourself to know where your loyalty lies—and to act on it, no matter the cost."

 

Diana looked out across the courtyard, her gaze settling on the dancing light of the fountains and the shimmering spires. For the first time since arriving in Valhalla, she felt a thread of calm among the chaos in her mind. "I suppose... I have a lot to learn about this world, and maybe about myself as well."

 

Heracles clapped her shoulder gently. "And you won't have to face it alone. We'll navigate this together. Valhalla is grand, yes, but even here, the choices we make define us more than the place itself."

 

The two of them continued walking, the golden towers stretching endlessly around them, sunlight glinting off marble and glass. The air was alive with quiet power, and Diana realized, with a subtle lift in her chest, that even in a world not her own, she might find allies, understanding, and perhaps, a way forward.