The rest of Olympus wants what I have. Let them come. I’m here. I’ve been here, I will always BE here. I fought when they sat idle. I won when they said it should be them. I have made manifest the POWER of Olympus. They covet because they cannot DO. That’s why you’re here. You want what I am. You want the power I embody. You want to be a King. Sure, the Olympus Administration has made some policy changes. You’ll see we aren’t what we were, but better. New, modern, adaptable. One thing remains: ZEUS. And Zeus is King. When you come at the King, you’d best not miss.
“Your excellence,” replied the box, “Denmark doesn’t take him seriously, and neither should we. The land grants we have secured by the Danish government are still valid.” The disembodied voice was calm, measured, and in stark contrast to the God of Storms.
“You are the reason I am what I am. You are the strength in my heart, the fire in my eyes. You are the most beautiful creature that has ever lived, and every day without you has been worse than death. Something I sadly have experience in,” Zeus said.
The world had been a different place, especially for the mortals. It was also incredibly different for the Gods of Olympus. There had been bigger and more intense fights with lives lost, lines drawn. Change. That was the nature of things, change. It just never seemed to happen this fast. He had always been ahead of the curve.