The King who became god

The loss of a Kingdom

I lost everything, everything I stood for. I lost my people, my kingdom. Many were slaughtered and robbed of their lives for reasons that are beyond me.  I need to find out who is responsible for this. What did we do to deserve this? And what was it? I roamed my destroyed city, looking around for anyone who could possibly still be breathing. I walked for a while but couldn't find anyone. And soon I began to think that I was the only one who survived. I felt undeserving and started telling myself that I should have died instead, and as a King that would be noble. A King putting down his life for his people. In the distance, I could hear a voice of a woman crying. I rushed over and held the woman in my arms. She cried as she started apologizing. Telling me "I'm sorry my King, I truly am, had I known this would be the cost I would have accepted." I was confused as to what she was talking about. "I need you to know what it was that I did, my lord", she said. I was doing my job serving the guests at the brothel when suddenly a strange man walked in. The man wore strange clothes with jewelry of the finest gold I had ever seen. The man covered his face and spoke differently than the ones who normally visit the brothel. He spoke calmly, refinedly, and confidently. It was obvious that he wasn't from our lands. He wanted our finest beer and meat. Before I could head to the back with his order, he stopped me, asking for my name. " I am a mere servant of the brothel,"I said. The man was persistent. He said, "you are a fine woman and deserve much more than work in a brothel. Come with me and I will give you that a woman could only dream of. All I want from you is for you to share a bed with me." In disgust, I slapped the man, demanding his respect for those who work in the brothel, but that only angered him. He got up, saying that I will regret not accepting his offer, for I will spend my life in the blood of those around me. He tore off his clothing, and it appeared to be a middle-aged man, he raised his fist looking at me. His eyes glowed as a sudden ray of lighting rained down on everything surrounding him, killing everything and everyone, sparing only me, for I had to suffer for the way I responded. He then just vanished. I am sorry, my lord, I shouldn't have let this happen, the woman said. As a King, I commend you for surviving and telling me your story. Do not feel like you're at fault. The man who attacked you shall regret ever making such a mistake. All I had for information is that the man could summon lightning at will. "But is that even possible? Who would even be possible of such a feat?" I asked myself. The only emotion I had at that moment was rage. I wanted that man dead, he needed to suffer like those he killed. As I yelled out that I would avenge my people, I was approached by a strange man. He spoke of being loyal to me and knowing how I could attain the strength I needed to fight or kill the man responsible. The one you seek is Zeus the god of lighting, also the father of the Greek gods and the strongest among them as well, he said. I asked him how do I attain this power? "The power you seek comes at a great cost, make one mistake and all will be lost, make the right choice and accept the power it may bring, take it and slaughter your enemies for you are the King." I accepted every cost that would bring, for I had but one goal in mind, Kill Zeus.