Zeus's glowing face turned pale as his breath hitched in his throat. The gaze he gave her remained unbroken, and he stared at her for what seemed like an eternity. As much as he tried to deny it, she was there, at the foot of his brilliant golden throne, staring him square in the face after lifting her eyelids, revealing those horrible, beady red eyes.

The gold rays of the heavenly light heavily shone off of the bronze armor plates that capped her shoulders, each pointed off with one aciculate spike. It was as if Zeus was looking at Apollo's crown, and even he could barely keep his eyes open at the intensity. A strap crossed the goddess's chest and down to her waist, acting as a holster to his brother's trident upon her back. There was plain evidence that his other brother contributed to her aid, as his crown sat comfortably upon the mop of her electric blue hair.

Zeus could sense hands trembling on the solid gold coated arm rests of his throne. He clutched the ends of them to the point where they could be crushed from his mighty grip.

To imagine that a god as powerful as Zeus- the KING of gods, if you will- could be frightened of another entity was truly mind-boggling. Zeus was a god; superior to any living, breathing mortals. Who would cause the almighty god of thunder this much of a threat?

Delighted at his fearful reaction, her wide, mocking grin flash across her black lips, then parted to speak the words:

"Did you miss me?" she asked, her voice bringing back such horrible, vivid memories from the past.

Geraki.

No, it couldn't be. Zeus clearly remembered offing her years ago. Why did she return, more so using that frivolous mortal to materialize into her own form? How much more could she want to torture him?

The great god of thunder wet his lips before he tried to hide the shrill in his voice. "You..." He narrowed his eyebrows to retrieve his godlike authority. "How did you escape?" he retorted.

She merely chuckled at his efforts to seem unafraid. "Don't you remember, brother?" she asked in a tone as if there was an obvious answer. Her head tilted slightly, flaunting him his brother's crown on his enemy's head. Her hand traveled up to her large hip. "The prophecy? Or has your mind pushed it back to make room for your arrogance?"

"I am not your brother," Zeus snapped. A spark of wrath supported his courage, and helped him stand from the comfort of his throne. His honey golden eyes shot her a threatening glower, though a seed of doubt told him that it would make no difference. He knew that he had to face facts that this goddess had once struck down and overthrown the king of gods. Though, he had not expected it to be standing right at the foot of his throne.

He only flinched when Geraki's degenerate grin gradually began to fade. "Why do you hide from the truth? We both come from Rhea, though I don't have the same father." The corners of her mouth paused in lowering, and shot back upwards. She placed her bare foot upon the first stair towards the throne. "I can't remember the last time you were a coward."

A sudden wave of rage crashed upon Zeus as a pair of lightning bolts appeared in his big fists. Geraki did not bat an eye as she shook her head, seeing what predictable weapons he had summoned against her. "You wouldn't dare."

"Shut your mouth!" Zeus's voice shook, almost beckoning.

The goddess paused. She had expected him to act as his ideal sovereignty, but in her eyes, he is nothing but a submissive bluff. The hand on her hip rose up over her head to grab trident pressed on her back, her fingers curling around the sheath. She stayed like this for awhile, staring and waiting for his lightning bolt to charge toward her. Pink puffs of clouds floated up beneath Geraki's feet at she patiently stood there, motionless, silently taunting every second he refused to move.

Who is this? Zeus thought. What coward is upon my throne, holding my bolts of lightning, wearing my toga as red as ruby?

His throat became arid. It is he who dares to challenge the keeper of chaos, he thoughtfully continued. As she had done with me.

Ignoring second thought, his hand swiftly hurled the pure white bolt toward Geraki, in which she had readily whipped out the trident and easily slashed it apart, transforming it into a debris of harmless sparks of static. Geraki rolled back her shoulders. "About time you woke up," she jeered. The cluster of pink clouds lifted her high above the platform. Her eyes shifted down to Zeus.

"Let's take this... above Olympus."