Bearing The Form Of Just A Common Beggar Man Of The Other's Era, He Merely Replied With What He Intends

"Was it not you, yourself that chose your faith? You make it seem as if I had exiled you to rule the Underworld when it was your own hand that picked your faith."

The ruler of the Olympians eyed his brother, not budging and standing in place. Showing that he has no fear of the other and if a fight were to break out, the others would quickly show up to protect their Father.

He stopped, as if considering his brother’s request, before simply replying with, “No.”

 He paced before Zeus slowly, his ashen robes flowing over the gleaming floors of Olympus. Everything on Olympus was gleaming and pristine and he was decaying and decrepit.

 ”I sought only to see my old home. You expect to lock me in that prison of a kingdom and not miss the very mountain I was raised?”

You dare speak to your father with such a tone?

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What the hell do you want?

Zeus mildly smiled in return, he motioned for the young man to stop as he, himself crossed his arms and looked at the younger. "I've been doing well. What about you?"

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Iacchos smiled politely at his father and walked forward to him. “Hello Father”, said the younger God. “How do you fare?”

Zeus had been on guard just as much as Hades had. The brothers had a bit of a stressful relationship and the abduction of Persephone only helps add fuel to the fire. "Do you have any business here on Olympus? If not, I think it's time to shorten this unexpected visit."

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Hades. It’s been some time.

"Things could be different between you and I. Zeus does not tolerate abductions of the Olympians let alone my kin. Return my daughter if you wish to consider Mount Olympus your home once more, brother."

Zeus stared coldly at his older brother, ready to call upon some lightning if the other were to make a move.

 He could himself getting under skin of the king of the Gods. His stern stoic expression shifted almost imperceptibly to one of mischief. He almost smirked.

 ”You would have me banished to the Underworld yet I cannot visit the home of my childhood as I please? 

The beggar shrugged, "it doesn't hurt to try. Do you have water to share?" He coughs a bit, testing the heart of the other.

A man of jokes, I see. What reason would Jupiter himself have to come see a poor humble artist such as myself?