Page 172 of Styx

and his body moved

with an elegant lethality.

Something about him made me shiver.

A voice in my head whispered,

Harbinger of Chaos.

I tried to focus despite it. Dismiss it

the way a new oracle would dismiss

a prophetic warning as it was far too bleak.

The silver-haired God

swept Metis up in his arms,

and put his lips upon hers.

He then declared, his voice boisterous,

‘When I am king of the Gods,

I shall make you a golden throne

made from the blood of the old Gods.

Together, we shall watch them

beg, and plead, and burn.’

I felt a chill settle on my immortal heart

as Metis smiled at his words,

kissing him in return.

‘Zeus. King of the Gods.

Your name will be known across Chaos.’

Zeus

The voices within my head

became even louder.

More and more joined in,

like a chorus of angry shouts.

I winced. It felt like a thousand souls

were imprisoned inside my skull,

dying to get out. Through the noise, they told me