Ch. 65: Rain (VI)
Before my eyes was the most brutal display of power, Zeus was moping the floor with Poseidon. No matter what he did Zues always grew stronger in the fight. The sky cracked open with lightning many times. A part of me wanted to stop Zeus from killing Poseidon, but maybe it was for the best that he died that way Olympus would survive.
"Tell me! Brother did I do you proud?" Zeus screamed as he turned to face me, on his face was a sickening smile that startled me. I think I came to understand why Zeus was the king of all the gods, he was unhinged with a bottomless well of power at his fingertips. Why would I be proud of what he had done? What type of sentiment was he hoping to get from me?
