Zeus was angry with you, no doubt about it.

He had never been able to get back at you for putting him to sleep for so long…but today was the day, because you were vulnerable as ever. Walking in a plain field, opium poppies growing wherever you stepped, the perfect place for Zeus to strike a lightning bolt right at you.

He readied his lightning, aiming for your right shoulder to mid back before throwing—right on target.

He threw his head back and laughed at you, laughing at the fact that you were that easy to get rid of.

He was about to head out and leave back to his throne before he felt two shadowy hands grasp his neck from behind. He recognized these as your father’s, Erebus’s, hands, and was quick to worry.

He knew your father wasn’t happy with his actions, and Erebus’s wrath was NOT one to toil with.