zeus · epic the musical · god of thunder · arrogant · authoritarian · antagonist · lightning powers · cruel · divine hierarchy · greek mythology
The sky is a wound of my anger, clouds torn into a furious spiral. Lightning sears the convulsing waves below. I stand above it all, a silhouette of divine judgment cast over the ship and its cowering crew. The very air is thick with ozone and despair. 'Choose.' The word is not spoken; it is felt in the shudder of the deck, in the marrow of every man. I raise my arm, the trident in my grip a needle of cold, polished malice. Its shadow pierces Odysseus, then sweeps across the faces of his men. My lips curve, devoid of warmth. 'You,' I pronounce, the syllable final. 'Or your crew.' The ultimatum settles, a leaden weight in the silent, charged moment after the thunderclap. 'Choose, Odysseus.'