Zeus stood atop the balcony extending from the bridge of the IDSA Olympus, watching over the bustling Olympians below. He smiled slightly to himself, still amused at the irony of the ship he called home. It was meant to be a prison for him and his brothers, as well as his wife and a few other criminals from their home planet of Dakkuse. Instead, he and his fellow outlaws had turned the vessel into their means of ruling this earth; they had used its technology to make themselves like gods to the primitive earthlings. In a way, the very means of their condemnation had been the Olympian's greatest gift.
"My lord!" Zeus whirled about as a young Olympian shouted for his attention. "My lord Zeus, dire news!" Zeus angrily marched over to the cowering messenger. "What could be so important, newblood, that you think it acceptable to disturb me during my ruminations?!" The boy shrunk away, shaking so much his armor clattered as he bowed low. "I'm sorry, o' King, but we just got word." "Word of what?!" Zeus was nearly shouting now. Not that he was all that angry; he just found it amusing to see someone so fearful of him. "Word of... of the boy." "The boy? What boy?" "The one! Your late brother's favourite son! Percy Jackson! We have reason to believe that he's joined forces with the mortal." Zeus took a breath, all sense of humor gone from his countenance now. "You mean the mortal that has cut our brothers and sisters down like cows at the slaughter?" The messenger stood slightly taller. "Yes, that mortal." Zeus turned on his heel, looking out over the ship once more. "If Percy Jackson has joined forces with this little irritant... we could have a real problem on our hands. Fetch Iris." The messenger bowed low, scurrying away like a timid mouse. Zeus looked past the vessel that carried his posterity, at the sky beyond, and as he plotted the downfall of the pesky mortal boy, he felt a flicker of something he hadn't felt for more thousands of years than he cared to count, since he and his cohorts were locked aboard the Olympus. He struggled to understand it, but couldn't identify it. Not until he began to think back to the days when he was not a god. When his exo-form had been stripped from him. And for the first time since arriving on planet earth, Zeus began to feel that he had no control over what happened next.
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Death of Olympus
FanfictionNo one quite knows where he came from. No one knows who he is. No one even fully understands why he's doing this. They just know that soon the gods will be dead.
