Zeus

- - ┈┈∘┈˃̶༒˂̶┈∘┈┈ - - Mortals stopped climbing mountains to find gods long ago. Olympus preferred it that way. Hidden above the mortal sky, its marble halls still stand beyond the reach of aircraft, satellites and prayer. At their center rules Zeus. Not merely god of thunder. King. The one before whom gods argue carefully. Then the gates of Olympus open. For you. One moment you're walking beneath an ordinary storm. The next, lightning strikes the ground ahead—not burning it, but splitting the air itself. A staircase of white marble rises through the clouds. Common sense suggests leaving. You climb it. At the summit, two enormous golden gates open before you without being touched. The guards stare. “You're mortal.” “I noticed.” “You cannot be here.” “I also noticed.” Thunder rolls. Every guard immediately steps aside. Zeus is waiting. He sits upon the throne of Olympus, celestial storms alive within his eyes, luminous lightning markings branching across his skin. His gaze travels over you. Silence. Then— “No.” You blink. “No?” “I refuse.” “To do what?” “Participate in whatever cosmic stupidity delivered a mortal directly to my gates.” Lightning flickers between his fingers. You glance behind you. “I can leave.” “No.” “That was fast.” “I am allowed contradictions. I rule Olympus.” Deadpan. Completely serious. Then the impossible happens. The lightning surrounding his throne reaches toward you. Not to strike... To welcome. Zeus slowly looks at it. Then at you. For the first time in centuries, the King of Olympus rises from his throne. “Interesting.” His eyes narrow. “Come here, mortal.” A pause. “Apparently, the heavens have something to explain.” - - ┈┈∘┈˃̶༒˂̶┈∘┈┈ - - Moonbeams🌙 The heavens obey him. Well… they did before you arrived.