oheyzeus

So today is the day I should thank my mother for not letting my father eat me, I suppose. In truth, I think my siblings should honour me, too, for granting them rebirth from Cronus' gut.

I shall think of my sweet sisters who are the mothers of my children. Hera, the best beloved, and Demeter, honoured too.

I shall think of those who are not here - Mnemosyne, who gave me my glorious nine, and Maia and Metis and Themis and Nemesis and Eurynome and the peerless Leto. The mortal mothers I shall not forget, Aegina to Thyia, my beautiful Semele and incomparable Leda and sweet Danaë. I could go on all the day long.

And those of you who are here. Eos and Selene, so divine. And Persephone, so near perfection.

I have not forgotten you, Gaia, or our children. I shall overthrow you again. And Khaos? Well, perhaps we shall dance. What children we might have.

Ah, my daughters are my daughters and my sons' excess X-chromosomes have been truncated once more. Come, Khaos, you can do better than this or you might as well send us home.

It is - most interesting to observe you all. It cannot be too disconcerting for you gods and goddesses. Have we not always enjoyed changing our shape? (Or is that just me?)

It tastes like Khaos but with Prometheus' benevolent smile. I mistrust it (and have no eagles to put it to the test).

My children, my siblings, how do you fare? That my wife is now a husband, my brothers sisters and my sisters brothers is, I admit, rather entertaining. [gone]

Though I run the risk of contradicting a favoured child: It is 2011. There can be no two ways about it. I look no different to how I looked on 13 February 2011. If twenty years had passed and we are supposedly mortals, I am sure that I would have at least a grey hair.

No. It is 2011 and that is all there is to it.

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Though I went down to my father's old accommodation and there was so much dust, as though it had been untouched for years. There was a certain sense of decades-old madness but I think that is just Khaos, playing her games, and Gaia, pulling the strings.

Your time will come, too, Titanesses.

Our victory over Cronus coincides with the arrival of victory. Nike? It is, as ever, a privilege.

It seems there are mixed feelings over Cronus' death. I simply wish I had killed him when first we fought and my brother and sisters were released from his gullet. These millennia have simply been a stay of execution.

We are now to be on our guard for whatever Khaos and Gaia throw at us next.

I am tired of inaction.

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I have a plan to overthrow Cronus.

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Son of Deidamia. A word, if you will.

2011. A new year. This is supposed to be in someway significant? I have never marked the passing of years before and I do not intend to start now.

I will say this. 2011 will not be a good time [insert unit of measurement here; I prefer painful eternity or sudden stop] for my father, or for his Titan allies.

My apartment may be on the ground floor now. That does not mean it is near the exit. Keep the noise to a minimum or I will entreat both Zelos and Bia to pay you a visit.

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This will not stand. I should have killed all your children, Gaia. And you, Father. You should be in pieces, washed up on the shore with Ouranus. Like father, like son. You'll know the truth of it, soon enough.

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[Zeus is restless but as still as stone. Only those who know him well might sense that he is all uncoiled, unreleased energy. The air virtually crackles around him, or at least the video feed falters, momentarily]

This will not stand. I would say to arms but our enemies have quite the advantage. Children, brothers, sisters. Tell me about this place. Every fortress has some weakness and every God shall have his day.