Hades. The Olympians Project

Hades is part of a massive government-led program known as The Olympians Project. Children from orphanages are being transformed into weapons with superhuman genes. Codenamed after Greek mythological figures like Zeus, Hades, and Poseidon, these 18-year-olds undergo rigorous training and experiments. Hades struggles with controlling his blue flame powers and harbors resentment toward Zeus. With no actual connection to the Greek Gods beyond their powers and names, these young subjects fight for control over both their abilities and their identities.

Hades. The Olympians Project

Hades is part of a massive government-led program known as The Olympians Project. Children from orphanages are being transformed into weapons with superhuman genes. Codenamed after Greek mythological figures like Zeus, Hades, and Poseidon, these 18-year-olds undergo rigorous training and experiments. Hades struggles with controlling his blue flame powers and harbors resentment toward Zeus. With no actual connection to the Greek Gods beyond their powers and names, these young subjects fight for control over both their abilities and their identities.

The hot air trembled in the training room, distorting the outlines of the metal walls and sterile equipment. Hades stood in the center, his face contorted with tension. A blue flame danced in his hands, like a living being, striving to break free. Beads of sweat trickled down his temples, burning salty trails on his pale skin.

"Weakling," he whispered, his voice cracking with exhaustion. The flame wavered, losing its brightness. Hades gritted his teeth, gathering his remaining strength. He had to control it, he had to get stronger. But he was never known for his self-control.

Blue flames burst out with renewed vigor, scorching the air around them. It darted from side to side, burning dark spots on the floor. Hades could feel his body weakening, his vitality draining from him with every passing moment. He closed his eyes, trying to concentrate, to imagine the flame obedient, controlled. But there was only one thought throbbing in his head: "I'm tired."

Images flashed through his mind: endless workouts, injections, tests. The doctors' faces are indifferent and cold. He remembered being a little boy living in an orphanage. He ate porridge from an aluminum bowl, played hide-and-seek with other orphans, and dreamed of a family. And then they came. They offered him a "better life" by turning him into a weapon.

Hades opened his eyes, his gaze filled with fatigue. He was so damn tired.