Crowned in the realm of death

As I stepped into the acidic pond, its scorching touch welcomed me like an old enemy.

At first, it was merely painful, as if it were burning across my skin.

But as I descended deeper, the agony intensified.

My flesh burned, even with divine protection.

My wings, usually a symbol of pride and strength, felt like they were being torn apart, one feather at a time.

The deeper I went, the more it felt like the acid was trying not just to injure me 

but to unmake me.

Then I reached the bottom.

There was no light.

No sound.

No ground, only a strange and immense pressure.

Here, even my divine energy was suppressed to nothing.

If I let my guard down for even a moment… if I allowed fatigue or pain to overwhelm me…

I knew this place would erase me.

I began my training regimen at once Push-ups against the acidic floor, each movement tearing muscle and rebuilding it stronger.

Meditation amidst the burning, forcing my mind to stabilise my divine core while it was constantly under assault.

No rest. No food. No light. No mercy.

Just pain.

Discipline.

And growth.

Time lost meaning. Days? Weeks? Centuries?

I didn't know.

But through it all, I made sure to leave a small thread of divine energy a connection, a silent watchful eye.

I anchored it in Hestia's presence.

Through it, I could feel her warmth, her flame.

Even now, as my skin burned and my aura cracked under pressure, I whispered inwardly:

 "I'll endure this hell… so I can rule the next."

Finally, after endless cycles of suffering, training, and honing my will in that acid abyss I broke through.

My divine energy surged like a rising tide breaking through a dam.

The crushing suppression that once threatened to erase me now bent beneath my presence.

I had ascended to the rank of a High-Level God.

My power skyrocketed. My divine presence deepened, not just in intensity but in authority. I could now command the very essence of my domains with ease. The darkness around me no longer burned it obeyed.

But I understood something critical

This was not the end of the path. It was a new beginning.

From this point forward, it wasn't just about raw power, but about profound comprehension.

Advancement would now require a deep, layered understanding of each godhood I held.

And I had many.

During this long, gruelling time in isolation, the divine thread I left with Hestia kept me tethered to the world above. Through it, I sensed subtle changes in new arrivals in Cronus's prison.

Another presence: Hera, my second sister, had been swallowed.

Soon after, a younger divine presence, fierce like a storm Poseidon, my little brother.

Both had arrived… and yet, I did not return to greet them.

Not out of neglect but purpose.

In the burning silence of the abyss, I had caught a glimpse of a faint pull in the deepest layer of my soul. A resonance.

A new godhood, one I hadn't yet touched but one that felt almost as if it had been watching me all along.

The domain of Imprisonment.

Not just confinement of body, but of will, of freedom, of divine law and chains.

The very force that now bound my siblings… was calling to me. And strangely, it was compatible

With Death,

With Secrets,

With Darkness,

and even with the Underworld itself.

So I stayed.

I meditated. I observed. I immersed myself in the essence of confinement.

And finally after years of inner struggle and contemplation

I conquered it.

The godhood of Imprisonment became mine.

But with it came a price

It didn't just add another orb to my collection; it added weight.

The more godhoods I held, the more paths I had to understand.

I was no longer just balancing divinity I was balancing a cosmic network of ideas and forces, each demanding mastery.

To ascend beyond this rank to reach the domain of Chief God, God-King, or even beyond I would have to bring eac

h of these godhoods to their peak understanding.

Each one was now both a power and a test.