Zeus was not having a good day and he made sure everyone knew it. He let loose with a horrific howl. To the humans of the area the sound would seem like that of the wind. It would serve as a warning, he hoped, that it would be best that they stay indoors that night and that animals seek shelter. No one was safe. Not when his other half was badly injured and in mortal danger. Grief built within him ladened with anger that got stronger and stronger till it whipped through the air in a display of bright light, illuminating the sky before plunging it into complete emptiness. The way he felt inside.
:“Stop, Zeus, please. I can’t take your anger.” the soft voice reached through the hardened shell of anger. “You would have innocent people hurt, have child and animal alike live in fear for their very lives?” The moan of pain and anguish cut through him like a knife.
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