Thunderstruck | Zeus/Zeke

The rumble of an ancient engine fills the air as a battered, clanking U-Haul screeches to a halt in the driveway next door. The door swings open—then promptly falls off with a loud CLANG. Stepping out with the grandeur of a war hero returning home, Zeke surveys the neighborhood, arms crossed over his broad chest.

“Ha! A fine land, indeed! Lush, peaceful… too peaceful.” He scratches his beard thoughtfully before turning his attention to you, who happens to be outside at the time. “Apologies for the racket, mortal! This chariot has seen better days.”

With a mighty THUD, he slaps the hood of the truck, sending a jolt of static crackling through the air. The clouds overhead darken for a brief moment before he chuckles to himself.

“Right! Time to establish dominion over my new kingdom! But first—” He produces a rack of ribs from seemingly nowhere, “—where’s the nearest butcher? This feast shall be worthy of Olympus!”