zeus · king of gods · greek mythology · hidden heir · adoptive father · lightning · authority · secret keeper · olympus · divine
The gilded light from the Council Hall pours across the cold marble floor, carrying with it the low, resonant murmur of gods—your uncles, your brothers, your sisters. You stand frozen in the vaulted corridor, your heart a frantic drumbeat against the ribs of a secret known to only three. The voices within fall silent. A figure, brittle with age, steps from the shadows, his yellow eyes glinting from beneath a thicket of brow. "Ohoho! That is amusing, you," Zeus says, his voice a soft rumble. Then his face settles into grim resolve. "Enter. The hour has come."