Thread: War of the Gods. (steel and Fire x Izzy325)

It was a grey morning. Dark clouds filled the sky with the foreboding of a heavy downpour on the city of London. The city itself was quiet, almost subdued. Every morning had been the same recently as the residents wondered if today was it. Would today be the day that death and destruction came for them? They would have seen it on the news, and in the eyes of the refugees, swarming into the country seeking hope and safety. War is coming. It started in America months ago, with the appearance of strange, mythological creatures and storms of great magnitude devastating the country. Then one cameraman got luck and changed everything. He caught a shot of a sinister looking man, all in black, with shadows writhing around him. Then the ground cracked open before him and ghosts and skeletons poured out. The video went on a while longer, showing the raging of a thunderstorm and the appearance of an unknown man, holding a trident. People spent hours pouring over it and analysing the details before they came to a conclusion. The figure in black was Hades and the other one was Poseidon, from Greek mythology. The world was in shock, as America and parts of Europe were ravaged by the apparent war between the gods and the rampaging of various mythological creatures. The armed forces of the world had found little success in battling the creatures, and no one wanted to even try and fight the gods. Needless to say, the world was paralysed by indecision and fear. Surely, they believed, it was only a matter of time before the war spread and engulfed the whole world. And then came the reports of people, men and women with abilities similar to those of the gods, flocking to America and the other battlefields around the world. There were hundreds of sightings of them fighting as well. Researchers and experts identified them quickly as Demigods, children of the gods born by humans, called upon to fight for their god parents. As a light rain began to fall over London, the city seemed to exhale it's nervous breath and become alive. In the outskirts of the city, Alex left the small, seedy hotel he had been staying in for the past week. He wore dark, faded jeans, brown boots and a beaten black leather jacket with a white long sleeved top underneath. Slung over his shoulder was a brown satchel. He glanced up and down the street cautiously before heading on his way, brushing his dark hair out of his eyes as the light rain started to soak it through. He passed an electronics store and stopped, watching the news report on a display tv. It showed a hydra slowly making it's way up the Thames, surrounded by gunfire. A tank got a lucky shot off, blasting a head clean off only for two more to grow back. Several more tanks and heavily armoured vehicles turned up and eventually pushed the hydra back, wounding it enough to make it think twice. That was two days ago. Alex turned from the display and tried to push all thoughts of monsters and gods from his mind. He turned a corner onto another street and further up he saw charity collectors, trying to raise money for victims of the war. As he passed by he dropped a few coins in their bucket and nodded. One more corner and he soon found himself at a small bus station. He entered the lobby and quickly scanned over the screen with the live bus times before finding one. 1019 to Birmingham. That'll do he thoughts as he approached the desk and asked for a ticket. Leaving the city as well, eh? The woman behind the desk asked as he paid. Somethin' like that. Alex said, handing her the cash and taking his ticket. Well good look, for what it's worth. Alex managed a half hearted smile before walking away. He had half an hour to kill before the bus, so he went to the small coffee shop, ordered and tea and sat down at a table. He pulled a book from his satchel and began to read.