Changes

After meeting with Gabriel, Zeus remained seated in the quiet gazebo for few minutes, unmoving as the winds whispered around him.

His gaze was fixed beyond the horizon, though his mind was far deeper still. He searching the endless vaults of memory for a time when Celestials and Angels had truly stood side by side.

But no such time existed. Not in all the countless eons. This alliance was unprecedented.

A thin smile tugged at the corner of his stern face, carved from storm and age.

Yet as his eyes settled once more on the approaching darkness. He can see clouds thick and crawling with the taint of corruption, then his smile vanished.

There would be no time for celebration. No time for ceremony or pride.

He rose with the weight of purpose anchoring every motion. The power in his steps cracked faint sparks beneath his feet.