"Was It Not You, Yourself That Chose Your Faith? You Make It Seem As If I Had Exiled You To Rule The

"We all have things for which we are willing to make exceptions for. I'm sure you can find it in your heart to release her from your entrapment." Just because he was ready, didn't mean he would attack his own without any real reason. Zeus is well aware that Hades and Persephone are now married and past the abduction but the sense of betrayal remains within Zeus' heart.

"What business do you seek on Olympus? You should have called Hermes instead of making an unwanted appearance."

 ”And yet your daughter was the one who ate the fruit of the Underwold, binding her there. Or does that fact slip the mind of the almighty Zeus?”

He was pushing him, his very voice taunting Zeus to take action against him.

Zeus, what do I owe this pleasure?

Eris, it's been quite some time. I only came by to visit, is that not enough?

Zeus stood straight, his eyes bright as he looked at the whining God before him. "I resent that statement, seeing as how I take a good deal of care when regarding my children. Whether they are aware of it or not."

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Ugh.  The God giving my own father a run for his money in the “bad dad” competition.  The hell do you want, Zeus?

"H-Hello...?" Anna tilted her head, her soft violet eyes shining.

He was unsure if he should trust the stranger with his true form, so he stood there continuing to bear the appearance of an old man, looking back at the strange yet beautiful violet irises.

"You have an air to you, unlike any I've ever encountered," he replied with a small smile.

"Is it so wrong to ask for your attention?," he wasn't begging or pleading, no. The man hasn't spent much time with her and the sweet smell coming from the garden--no, her--was too intoxicating to wish to leave. He crossed his leg, right ankle resting atop his left knee and motioned for her to join him. 

Oh, the thought of shooting a bit of lighting at the beads to allow the unnecessary fabric to drop was now becoming an urge.

“Do you require something?” It’s not an accusatory tone that rides in the sultry sweetness of her voice, merely inquiring. The watering can is out of water, so she puts it down, fingers plucking a few dead leaves from the stem of a flower, before passing her fingers over the velvet-soft petals. Glancing back over her shoulder at her father, chin brushing the beaded clasp on her shoulder, the very thing holding her dress together, up.

It is merely a trip for pleasure that brings me here, Kali. I have decided to check on the rest of the land I oversee.

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Zeus… to what do I owe the pleasure?

Editing this blog to fit Zeus universally (ie mythology, comics, movies, etc).

The Birth of Venus by Sandro Botticelli.