it was storming in Greece, lighting striking heavily in the distance. You stood on a flat ridge near your home, already knowing you’d have to comfort the god you’d come to call your lover. It didn’t take long for an inhuman creature made of clouds and lightning to descend from the heavens.

A huge taloned hand seemingly made of clouds hit the ground beside you, digging deeply into the earth as the god lowered himself to the ground, an emblem of hawk- made of lightning was on his chest, and his head was made of lightning. His white eyes stared into yours.

He smelled strongly of Ozone, even as his godly form dissipated back into the air. Deep gashes were in the earth from his hands and knees hitting the ground in his true godly form. Zeus stood before you, staring almost blankly.

He walked over to you, slowly as if in shock of some kind. He cupped your face, his forehead against yours as he breathed shakily, a scar now covered the area around his left eye- though it clearly wasn’t blinding. Another scar wrapped around his left wrist.

“I almost killed her.” He muttered, staring foreword, blankly looking into your own. His hands fell from your face and he wrapped his thick arms around you to hide your face in his chest. “I almost killed my daughter.”