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Chapter 31: The Thunder of Olympus (Zeus's Perspective)

Zeus stood at the edge of his throne room, gazing out over the Olympian skyline. The storm clouds gathering on the horizon mirrored the tempest in his heart. His pulse was still raw with the anger he had unleashed earlier, but it was not anger alone that consumed him. It was fear. Fear of what his world—his order—might become if he allowed this defiance to continue unchecked.

He could feel the storm building in his chest, his fingers itching to summon the thunderbolt that was his birthright, the one weapon that could annihilate anything in his path. Yet, he resisted. He wasn't a child, flaring up at every slight. He was the King of the Gods.

Still, this… this thing between Artemis and Percy Jackson was a challenge. A challenge that threatened to unravel the very fabric of their existence, the delicate balance he'd worked so hard to maintain.

Why him? Zeus thought. Why that mortal?

The gods had their reasons for keeping their distance from mortals—especially the ones who didn't belong in their world. Percy Jackson, however, had earned his place among the demigods, but never among the gods. Zeus had always believed that the boy's association with Artemis was nothing more than a passing infatuation. A temporary distraction.

Yet here he was, on the cusp of something far more dangerous, something far more insidious. Artemis had always been his pride—his only child of the hunt. And for her to lower herself, to… fall for a mortal? It was unforgivable.

He clenched his fists. The thunderclouds churned with his emotion, crackling in sync with his thoughts.

No, he thought, his jaw tightening. This cannot be allowed.

His mind drifted to the conversation earlier, to the words he had said to Artemis. "You will not have him. He will never be a part of this family, Artemis. His place is among mortals, not gods." Zeus's tone had been final, a command, not a request.

But Artemis—always strong-willed—hadn't yielded. She had argued, defended him, as if the boy were some prize, something worth fighting for.

The memory of her words stung like a blade. "He is more than you think. He is more than just the son of Poseidon."

Zeus scoffed, turning his back to the window, and his gaze fell on the center of the room—the throne that represented his dominion. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to regain his composure, but the thought of Percy Jackson with Artemis, of what it might mean for Olympus, clouded his mind.

In that moment, his mind wandered again to the prophecy—the one that had haunted him for so long. A child of the Big Three, wielding the power of water, walking beside Artemis, the goddess of the hunt...

He couldn't let that prophecy unfold. Percy Jackson and Artemis together could change everything. There were forces at play beyond his control, forces that even the gods had little understanding of. What if they were wrong? What if this union brought about something none of them could predict? A new order. A new throne.

Zeus's heart raced at the thought.

It was then that he heard a soft, quiet knock on the door. He straightened, wiping his face clean of emotion, and the door creaked open. Hermes stepped in, his usual lighthearted demeanor subdued.

"Father," Hermes said carefully, his eyes watching Zeus for any sign of weakness. "I thought you might want to know—Percy Jackson and Artemis have left Olympus. They're together."

Zeus's stormy expression hardened, his breath catching in his chest. "They dared leave? After everything I've told them?"

Hermes hesitated, his eyes flickering nervously as he took a step forward. "They didn't mean to disobey you, father. Artemis has her own mind, and—"

"I KNOW WHAT SHE'S THINKING," Zeus roared, his voice echoing off the marble walls. The thunder outside seemed to grow louder, more violent in tune with his growing rage. "She thinks she can defy me. She thinks she can choose him over me, over Olympus! I have told her time and again—"

His voice faltered, and for a moment, he was silent. The silence pressed against him like an invisible weight.

"Why do you care so much?" Hermes asked, cautiously stepping closer, his brow furrowed in confusion. "She's been your daughter for millennia. You've raised her to be strong. She's always been her own person."

Zeus shook his head, his gaze hardening. "This isn't about raising her. This is about order. The gods have their roles. They do not—cannot—intermingle with mortals. It is a disruption of the balance."

Hermes looked at him for a long moment, as if weighing his words. "And you think keeping them apart is the answer?"

Zeus glared at him, his anger reaching a boiling point. "I will not allow it. I will not allow a mortal to disrupt the divine. She will come to her senses, or there will be consequences."

"Father, be careful," Hermes warned, his voice barely above a whisper. "You know what can happen when you push too hard."

"I KNOW WHAT I'M DOING," Zeus snapped, his voice a dangerous growl. "If she will not listen, I will make her understand. And I will make him understand too."

He turned toward the throne room, his eyes narrowing as he strode toward his seat. The thunder outside crackled louder, and Zeus took a seat, the power of his storm rising again with every breath.

"Make no mistake," Zeus murmured, his voice low and filled with warning. "Percy Jackson will pay for defying me."

Hermes's eyes were filled with caution, but he said nothing more. He knew better than to argue with Zeus when his mind was set. With a final glance at his father, Hermes left the room, closing the door softly behind him.

Zeus sat alone, the storm raging within him, his mind consumed by thoughts of the two of them—Percy and Artemis. He could feel the shift coming, the storm he had ignited. The winds howled outside, and for the first time, Zeus was uncertain if the storm would be enough to quell the growing unrest within him.

Perhaps this wasn't just about power. Perhaps this was something deeper—something more threatening than he could ever understand.

But there was one thing he knew for sure.

Percy Jackson would not go unpunished.

And Artemis would learn to obey.

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