Fated Mate to the Triplet Alpha
Chapter 125: When Gods Kneel

Chapter 125: Chapter 125: When Gods Kneel

The first god to land shook the entire house. He was massive, with lightning crackling around his hands and a crown made of storm clouds.

Zeus. Even Elara, who knew nothing about mythology, recognized him quickly.

"So," his voice boomed like thunder, "these are the mortals who think they can remake the supernatural world." Behind him, more gods descended.

A woman with snakes for hair. A man with the head of a dog. A red-bearded giant holding a hammer that sparked with electricity.

"Medusa. Anubis. Thor," Selene hissed, naming them as they landed. "The most dangerous gods from every pantheon."

"How many are there?" Kael asked, trying to count the figures still falling from the sky. "Too many," Lydia answered grimly.

But baby Kira just laughed and clapped her hands like this was the most wonderful game in the world. "She’s not afraid," Elara realized.

"Neither is he," Darian noticed, watching Kai reach toward the approaching gods with curious fingers.

Zeus stepped forward, his eyes burning white-hot. "We have come to—" He stopped mid-sentence.

His gaze had fallen on the twins, and his face changed from arrogance to shock. "Impossible," he breathed. "What?" Thor commanded, pushing forward.

Then he saw the babies too, and his hammer fell from his suddenly nerveless fingers.

One by one, every god who looked at Kira and Kai had the same response. Complete, stunned quiet.

"What’s happening?" Ronan asked. "They recognize them," Selene whispered in surprise.

"Recognize them as what?" Elara asked. Before anyone could answer, Medusa spoke. Her voice was like silk over steel.

"The First Ones," she said, dropping to one knee. "They have returned."

"The First Ones?" Darian questioned. "The original gods," Anubis explained, also kneeling.

"The ones who created all of us." "That’s ridiculous," Elara objected. "They’re babies!"

"Are they?" Zeus asked, and for the first time, his voice held no vanity.

Only wonder. Baby Kira looked straight at him and spoke in her tiny voice. "Hello, grandson."

The King of the Greek Gods went white as snow. Kai giggled and waved at the gathered deities. "We missed you all so much."

"How is this possible?" Thor whispered, falling to his knees like the others.

"When the old universe ended," Kira explained in her baby voice, "we chose to be reborn." "To start fresh," Kai added.

"To learn what it means to be loved instead of feared." "But your power," Medusa said.

"It’s been growing. We felt it across all the worlds." "That’s why we came," Anubis admitted.

"To stop you before you became too strong." "And now?" Selene asked. The gods looked at each other uncertainly.

"Now," Zeus said slowly, "we realize we’ve made a terrible mistake."

"You’re not here to conquer," Thor realized. "You’re here to teach." "To show us a better way," Medusa finished.

Elara felt a strange warmth spreading through her chest. At first, she thought it was pride in her wonderful children.

Then the warmth became heat. Intense, growing heat. "Something’s wrong," she gasped, falling over. Kael was at her side instantly. "Elara? What is it?"

The heat was spreading, and with it came a startling discovery. "I’m pregnant," she whispered. "What?" all three triplets said at once.

"But that’s impossible," Darian argued. "You just had the twins six months ago."

"Look at her," Lydia said quickly. Elara’s belly was growing. Visibly. Rapidly. In the space of thirty seconds, she went from flat-stomached to looking three months pregnant.

"The power awakening," Selene breathed. "It’s affecting everything."

"Make it stop," Ronan ordered. "We can’t," Zeus said. "This is beyond our abilities."

The growth continued. Six months. Seven. Eight. "Elara!" Kael caught her as she stumbled. "It doesn’t hurt," she said in wonder. "It feels... amazing."

The assembled gods watched in fascination and fear as her pregnancy accelerated. "How many?" Medusa asked.

"I don’t know," Elara answered. Then her eyes widened. "Wait. I can feel them. Three. No, four. No..." "How many?" Darian asked anxiously. "Seven," she whispered.

The gods traded worried glances. "Seven children of the First Ones," Anubis said softly. "The prophecies speak of this." "What prophecies?" Selene demanded.

"The ones that say seven will come to judge whether the current universe deserves to continue."

"Or whether it should be ended and remade."

A chill ran through everyone present. "Our children wouldn’t destroy the world," Kael said definitely. "Wouldn’t they?" Thor asked. "Look around you. War. Hatred. Suffering.

If you had the power to wipe it all clean and start over, wouldn’t you at least consider it?" Elara’s pregnancy had hit full term now.

She was breathing deeply but still didn’t seem to be in pain. "They’re coming," she stated. "Now?" Ronan asked.

"Now." But instead of rushing to a hospital, Elara walked quietly to the center of the room. The gods parted respectfully before her.

"I need you all to witness this," she said. "Whatever these children decide about the world, you need to see how they enter it."

The first contraction hit, but Elara didn’t scream. She glowed. Silver light poured from her skin, and the air itself seemed to sing. "It’s starting," Selene said softly.

But as the first baby began to crown, something unexpected happened. The other gods - the ones who had come to fight - began to change. Their angry faces softened.

Their guns disappeared. Their threatening poses softened into wonder. "What’s happening to them?" Lydia asked.

"The children’s influence," baby Kira explained. "Even before birth, they share love." "Not fear," baby Kai added.

"Not power. Just love." The first of the new babies was born in a burst of golden light.

She was beautiful, with Elara’s dark hair and eyes that held flecks of all three twins’ colors. "Hello, little one," Elara whispered, holding her newest daughter.

The baby looked up at her mother and spoke clearly. "Hello, Mama. We have much work to do." "We?" Kael asked.

"My brothers and I. The world needs healing." The second baby arrived minutes later.

A boy with Ronan’s wild hair and a smile that could light up the darkness. "I will teach them to laugh," he stated as Darian caught him.

The third was a girl who looked exactly like a miniature Elara but had Kael’s serious face. "I will teach them wisdom," she said solemnly.

One by one, the seven children were born. Each announced their mission. Justice. Mercy. Hope. Courage. Peace. Joy. Love.

As the last baby - Love - was put in Ronan’s arms, something remarkable happened. Every god present knelt. Not in fear, but in respect.

"We understand now," Zeus said humbly. "You’re not here to rule us. You’re here to tell us why we exist." "To serve," Medusa added. "To protect," Thor continued.

"To love," Anubis finished. The seven new babies looked at the gathered deities with ancient eyes full of compassion.

"You have all forgotten your true purpose," the baby of Justice said. "But it’s not too late to remember," Hope added.

"We will help you," Mercy promised. "Together," they all said at once.

Elara felt tears running down her face. Not from pain or tiredness, but from overwhelming joy. Her children - all nine of them - were going to change everything.

But as she looked around at the kneeling gods, the reformed council, and her amazing family, a shadow fell across the room.

"How touching," a cold voice said from above. They all looked up to see a figure falling from the sky. But this wasn’t another god. It was something far worse.

"The Void," Selene whispered in fear. "The thing that devours universes." The thing laughed, and the sound made reality itself shiver.

"Did you really think I would let you remake my feeding ground?" Dark tentacles reached down toward the kids.

"These children stop hunger. End pain. End the chaos I feed on."

"So I’m afraid," the Void continued as its darkness began to swallow the room, "they’ll have to die."