I Am Zeus

The air on the peak of Olympus was still, the silence that comes after a great storm. The grey, sealed stone that had been the portal stood as a silent monument to their temporary victory. Zeus stood before it, a deep weariness in his bones that had little to do with the power he'd expended.

He felt the arrival not as a sound or a shift in the wind, but as a change in the quality of the silence. It became absolute, a vacuum that sucked in all noise and feeling. He did not turn, his broad back remaining to the newcomer.

"I wondered if you would come yourself," Zeus said, his voice low and steady. "Or if you would just keep sending your hounds."

From the stillness, a figure manifested beside the sealed stone. He was beautiful in a way that was almost painful to look at, like a perfect sculpture that had been given life but none of its warmth. His features were a masterpiece of symmetry, his wings, now folded, were not of feather or membrane, but of captured starlight and shadow. This was not a king of Hell. This was the source of the infection.

Lucifer. The Light-Bringer.

He looked at the sealed portal, then at Zeus, a faint, almost bored smile on his lips. "A neat piece of work. Crude, but effective. For now."

"Why?" Zeus asked, finally turning to face him. The storm in his eyes was quiet, replaced by a profound, searching intensity. "You had everything. You stood in the very light of Creation. Why do this? Why this… petty, destructive crusade?"

Lucifer's smile widened, but it didn't reach his eyes, which were deep and old and empty. "Petty? Is that what you think this is?" He chuckled, a sound like distant, beautiful bells. "I am simply trying to get my Father's attention. He built this new little project, populated it with such… interesting life. He walked away, left it to run on its own. But if it were to break? If it were to scream loud enough in its death throes? Do you think He would finally look back? Do you think He would notice?"

Zeus stared at him, a cold understanding dawning. This wasn't about conquest. It was a child's tantrum, magnified to a cosmic scale. A being of near-infinite power, throwing the ultimate fit.

"You would burn all of this," Zeus gestured to the world below, "to see if your Father is still watching?"

"It's interesting, isn't it?" Lucifer said, his tone conversational, as if discussing the weather. "And conquest has its own charms. It passes the eternity."

A spark of the old thunder ignited in Zeus's gaze. "You stood here once. In the old times. You came to Olympus as an emissary, in a time before this. You broke bread with us. You spoke of harmony. You acted like… a friend."

Lucifer looked genuinely amused. "Did I? How charming. And what did we talk about? The weather? The best vintage of nectar?"

"We spoke of order. Of beauty," Zeus's voice hardened. "You praised the balance of our realms. And all the while, you were just… lying. Is this how you treat the hospitality we offered?"

Lucifer spread his hands, a gesture of innocent confession. The perfect, beautiful liar. "What can I say?" he replied, his voice a soft, mocking whisper. "It's in the job description. I am the Prince of Lies. Did you expect truth?"

The admission hung in the air, simple and devastating. There was no grand justification, no complex philosophy of evil. Just a core of infinite dishonesty.

"You are a sickness," Zeus said, his voice dropping to a whisper of pure contempt.

"I am a reminder," Lucifer corrected, his own smile finally fading, replaced by something colder and sharper. "A reminder that nothing your 'Father' creates is perfect. Not His first children, and certainly not this… second draft you call home. It is all flawed. It is all a lie. I am merely the proof."

He took a step closer, and the very light seemed to flee from him. "You sealed one door, Storm-King. But the house is old, and it has many cracks. My kings are patient. My legions are endless. We will find a weaker wall. We always do."

He looked past Zeus, towards the grand hall of Olympus, as if he could see through the marble to the gods within. "We will not come with fire and thunder next time. We will come with a whisper. We will find what each of you loves, what you hope for, what you pride yourselves on… and we will use it to break you from the inside."

His form began to dissolve, not in a flash of light, but by slowly becoming transparent, as if he were a mirage fading in the heat.

"It was… interesting to finally meet you, Zeus. The one who isn't afraid of prophecies." His voice was now an echo from nowhere. "Let's see how you fare against a promise."

And then he was gone. The absolute silence lifted, replaced by the normal wind of the mountain peak. The sealed stone stood unchanged.

Zeus stood alone for a long time, the words settling into him. This was not a war of armies. It was a war of souls. Lucifer didn't want to just defeat them; he wanted to prove that they were as corruptible, as flawed, as he was.

He turned and walked back towards the hall, his steps heavy. The King of Olympus had faced Titans and tyrants, but he had never faced an enemy whose greatest weapon was the truth of his own nature. The peace was over, and the next battle would not be fought on any field he knew.

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And also most of you don't like the way Zeus Is soft, truth be told that was not my intention, so I will try my best to make him cruel.