It's a dreary evening for the townspeople, there is a heavy downpour outside, causing most to stay huddled in blankets while they prepare to rest their shallow minds. Then the thunder begins to roll in, the heavy booming easily shaking children at their very core, but bringing music to my ears. Lightning strikes, crashing down to Earth, cracking a tree apart, and then comes the fire. Chaotic and beautiful if I do say so myself. Who am I you may ask? Well, dear mortal, I am what you fear, what you worship, I am Zeus. I rule the heavens, some find me cruel, some understand the power I hold and simply do not trifle with me, those are the smart ones, the most loyal of followers. Yet I can't help but busy myself with the few ignorant ones that choose to challenge me. What kind of God-king would I be if I allowed them to think that they can get away with such a crime, such hubris from lower beings is never a good thing.