In the opulent chambers of Zeus, far removed from the cosmic carnage, a different kind of tension brewed.
The air was thick with the scent of incense, wine, and the musky aftermath of indulgence.
Marble floors gleamed under golden torchlight, walls adorned with tapestries depicting thunderous triumphs.
"We need to talk," Odin announced, striding into the room without preamble.
His single eye gleamed with unyielding focus, the ravens on his shoulders shifting restlessly.
Zeus lounged on a massive throne of polished ivory and gold, utterly unashamed in his nakedness.
A succubus knelt at his feet, her lithe form draped across his legs, while another perched nearby, feeding him plump, juicy grapes one by one.
Juice dribbled down his chin, mixing with the gleam of sweat on his skin.
"You could have waited till I was ready to receive you," Zeus informed him lazily, popping another grape into his mouth with a satisfied crunch.
