Kronos and the Titans
In the beginning, there was nothing. Only one entity existed and its name was Chaos.
Chaos spawned three children, Gaea the Earth, Nyx the Night, and Erebus the Darkness. Nyx and Erebus dwelled in Tartarus, the pit of evil. Gaea inhabited the earth, which can be looked at as living on your own body. There she wandered, alone, wishing for company until Chaos granted her wish, spawning another child known as Uranus. Uranus was the entity inhabiting the dome surrounding the earth known as the sky.
Uranus and Gaea would go on to get married, have two sets of triplets, and give birth to a race of Titans. The first set of triplets was known as Hecatoncheires, or Hundred-Handed Ones. They each had 100 hands and 50 heads only a mother could love. These monsters were so repulsive that Uranus, disgusted by their appearance and having been responsible for creating them, threw them into Tartarus. Gaea, powerless to stop him, wept behind him, devastated.
Their second set of triplets was the Cyclopes, giants with a single eye in the center of their heads. Once again, Uranus took one look at them and tossed them into the pit.
Finally, the Titans were born. They were 12 beings, as tall as the sky, in perfect shape and form. They were Kronos, Hyperion, Iapetus, Oceanus, Coeus, Krios, Themis, Tethys, Theia, Mnemosyne, Phoebe, and Rhea.
Tired of Uranus getting rid of all her children, Gaea created a scythe so sharp it could cut through anything. She showed the blade to her Titan children and pronounced the child who killed Uranus with it to be the next Ruler of the Cosmos. The Titans had heard terrible stories about their father, the cruel god of the sky. They stood silent.
Then, from one corner of the room, a voice spoke out.
“I will do it,” Kronos said.
Kronos was the youngest of the Titan sons and felt he had much to prove. Clutching the scythe, he felt more powerful than he had ever felt before.
“I will need help though,” he continued. He looked at his brothers, who immediately turned away. Oceanus, a non-violent type, retreated back into the ocean, leaving Hyperion, Iapetus, Krios, and Coeus with Kronos.
“Let’s go kill Father,” Kronos said with a malicious grin as he ran back toward Gaea, followed by his four moping brothers.
Gaea knew Uranus would suspect something if she just called him down to Earth, so she thought of a plan. She would arrange a fake date and forgive Uranus. She would apologize for overreacting to his throwing their children into Tartarus. And just as Uranus was getting comfortable, Kronos would attack.
The plan worked. Kronos and his brothers lay in wait, watching for Gaea’s signal. Gaea lowered her hand from underneath the table and gave the signal. The four brothers leaped from their hiding spots, each grabbing one of Uranus’s limbs. Uranus was so far from his domain, the sky, that he was nearly powerless against the Titans.
Kronos approached him, struggling against the four brothers.
“Kronos!” Uranus cried. “Why are you doing this?”
“You,” Kronos hissed, “are a TERRIBLE father.” He raised his scythe over Uranus’s neck, ready to strike.
“If you do this, my fate will be yours as well. Your children will overthrow you.”
Promptly ignoring this threat, Kronos brought down the scythe, chopping his father’s head off and spewing blood in all directions.