Since no one was reading this anyway I decided to end this story here. There are more material written but I might use that for other purposes in the future.
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" You like it?" I ask Zeus.
" I sure do!" The blond, handsome man looks up from the prints, putting down his half-finished beer. He's wearing casual for a change, pale indigo jeans and a black T-skirt saying 'Gods do it better'. He's clean-shaven these days and his hair is cropped short, otherwise he looks like he always have. Strong and healthy, safe and reliable, but with that glint in his eyes showing that he still like to rock the boat from time to time.
We're sitting in my living room, rain is falling outside painting wet worms on the glass of the panoramic windows, a welcoming rain after weeks of drought and heat. Zeus do know how to do his things, when he forgets to be 'Joe Peters' for a while.
" So you're not annoyed by those not so flattering parts?" I'm asking a bit reluctantly.
" I don't care if everything about me isn't benign, because I sure was a spoiled brat back them, obsessed with power and about my own relevance and perfection. I got a bit carried away by being the supreme god, and worshipped by millions; not really able to handle it. And I did behave like a jerk against people I loved. Poor Metis, it never even occurred to me that she felt betrayed when I cheated on her. It was only when I was on the brink of loosing Hera too I finally understood. "
" You were young, I know. You were fine already back then, but hadn't acquired a percentage of the wisdom you're holding now. We have all come a long way. "
" And look at the state of the world", Zeus sighs. "Still in a mess, more than ever. Seems like the mortals never learn. Sometimes I wonder if we did right in letting them have it all. "
" Don't give up hope, you're doing a great job and so are a lot of others. "
" But this whole Christianity thing?"
" It did let you off the hook, you could concentrate on the real important things instead of having to show off with lighting and thunder. I still think it a stroke of genius. And one day you'll get the credit you deserve. "
" You really think so?"
" I sure do, Zeus. "
The next moment Hudson enters through the private elevator, drying himself off in a mist of steam.
" Hi Zeus! So you're the one raining on NY?"
" Yes, I thought it needed some watering. Central Park was almost brown. And you are to become a lucky father, Thea just told."
" Indeed! And I'm flattered, being the first one to knock this beautiful goddess up. "
" What took you so long?" Zeus asks me.
" I'm not sure. I've been nanny to so many gods over the millennia, your children and grand-children and gg-children and beyond that. So I guess I had to try this on my own for a chance. "
" You'll be a pro", Zeus smiles. "You were great even back then, when I was a kid."
Yes, I am 'knocked up' as Hudson calls it. And while Zeus and Hudson opens up a bottle over the matter and Hera, Rhea and some of the rest start to arrive I sneak away and add these last notes to my story. And now I know why I wrote it. For my daughter to read in the future.