“This is so stupid.”

Hyperion spoke to his younger brother, Kronos, as he leaned against the bars of him and his siblings’, whose ages ranged from 13-18, large cell in Tartarus, his arms crossed.

“Why the fuck would fa—.. Ouranos lock us up in here? We’re literally children..”

He said with a hint of sadness, his siblings either sharing the same feelings, or being angry. That was until a few moments later when Ouranos came in, either to feed them or taunt them, likely the latter.