Zeus was not amused. Ares was having delusions of grandeur, Poseidon was feeling neglected, Hephaestus was embracing his newfound pyromania, and Hades was becoming scarily obsessed with opulence. Well, at least Hera was less jealous than usual, having horribly disfigured only one mortal woman in the past three days. But having a calmer wife for a few days did not make Zeus any happier. After all, anygod fighting with the voices in his head would be quite the opposite of joyous.
It had started several weeks ago. A western civilization had been terrorizing the citizens of god-blessed Greece for decades, leeching traditions and culture away from the noble and righteous Greek mortals. Upon stealing hundreds of years' worth of Greek heritage, what else would the boorish invaders have done but "borrow" the highest and most sacred aspect of Greek religion? It was only then that the residents of Mount Olympus itself had realized, far too late, that their own hallowed images would be distorted, perhaps warped beyond salvation, at the hands of the interlopers. As the level of theft increased, the voices had started appearing. Haunting whispers had developed into harsh commands, rising in sonority whenever the host deities contradicted the shadow presences' will. The sciamachy had become an invariable occurrence, a constant battle that could never be won. Of course, it was difficult to defy an enemy when it embodied the demon you would inevitably become.
Back in the moment, the effects of the internal onslaught had become noticeable in nearly every Olympian. Some gods, Ares in particular, had deviated drastically from their Greek personas, while others, such as Apollo, were practically unaltered. Zeus could only hope that no god would completely disappear as the phantoms molded Olympus in accordance to the mortal plunderers' beliefs. The satyrs and other spirits had begun their transformations soon after the gods, and they were exhibiting occasional worrying lapses of memory. If this was an effect of the eidolons' siege, Zeus would have to forewarn his immortal brethren of the imminent catastrophe.
But what was so abominable about the changes, anyways? Why should the Olympians resist the sibilations directing them on a better path? The new gods were better suited to lead so fine a people as the… the… what was the name? Yes, the Romans, the only empire so noble and capable in the entirety of the world. Wait, what was Zeus— no, Jupiter— about to do again? Ah, Jupiter was about to inform his fellow deities, his fellow protectors of Rome, that the savages of Greece were trying to fight against the righteous Roman civilizers. What were these barbarians thinking, resisting against the infinite might of Rome? Now the gods would surely have to intervene on behalf of their holy people and teach those uncivilized infidels to never again even imagine being a worthy opponent of the Roman military and its divine backing.