The Sea's Serpent - The Surprise

The room smelled of some more flowers and perfume, along with worn nectar and freshly baked bread. An enormous chandelier hung over the oak table. The chandelier had more jewels than anything in the entire Universe; except maybe Hades' palace. From recorders set at regular intervals of the room, the best songs from his personal playlist, handpicked by Apollo himself from all the songs in the earth, steamed playing, filling the room with pleasant, soothing, sweet music.

Clearly, he isn't a heavy metal fan, all the more reason to hang him.

Zeus waited for the food patiently, as he knew that he had to do that at least, as his food was being cooked by the best chefs in the entirety of Olympus. The only cook who could whip up better meals than his crew, was Hestia, who only made home-made meals, which did not appeal to Zeus so much. He only had gourmet food. Glad to know he isn't so far gone.

Zeus looked down the long table, with its rows upon rows of empty chairs. He could easily open up his doors and feed the needy, but he did not fancy eating at the same table as them. So, right now, Zeus was the only person eating at the table, occupying the head of the table. And along the table, at regular intervals, there were salt and pepper dispensers, along with silk handkerchiefs. Each handkerchief was branded by the King's own dresser, and stamped with an image of Zeus. The salt and pepper dispensers were also designed as action figures of Zeus holding his master bolt aloft. The salt or the pepper, whichever you wanted, flowed through a hole made at the end of the master bolt.

Zeus' waiter came carrying a tray with his breakfast on it.

She was a young, petite nymph with perky, if a bit small breasts, enclosed in her green dress. She had beautiful brown hair, that reached her hips, cascading down in a steady shower of brown, accompanied by shy, amber eyes. Her smooth, creamy skin was a delicious shade of chocolate brown, and she walked with a silent, smooth grace. Her tight dress hugged her body in all the right areas, showing off her curves, and her short skirt occasionally rode up, revealing her tight, full ass to the world to salivate at. Zeus had made love (read: raped) to her many a time.

The nymph flashed Zeus a shy smile, showing her perfect white teeth, sliding his breakfast onto the table in front of him. It was accompanied by a goblet of nectar, mixed with a pint of the most expensive wine that Dionysus had to offer. There was also a copy of Olympus Daily, the newspaper widely circulated among the rich of Olympus. It was the first copy of that day's edition, perfumed by a demigod daughter of Aphrodite. There was also a gold coin, for no apparent reason. Zeus just liked it to be there with his breakfast.

Zeus wondered what he would have for breakfast that day. There was a silver cover over his food, blocking it from his view. Nevertheless, Zeus was sure that he would be pleased with the food.

Well, he was in for a surprise.

For, as the nymph removed the silver cover, Zeus nearly had a heart attack. Why?

On his white breakfast plate, lined with green veggies that Zeus did not care for, was his brother Poseidon's head, clearly cut from the torso. His mouth was open in a permanent scream of pain, a look of terror etched onto his face. The copper skin of the god had turned pale as paper, all the blood having drained from his face. A clean cut severed his neck from his body. Poseidon's long black hair flowed from his head into the plate. His dead sea-green eyes, glazed over, stared up in a soundless plea to Zeus. On his right cheek, branded in black, was a black snarling cobra, shown sideways, with the hood spread and fangs bared. Percy's unmistakable sigil, which Zeus had seen so many times before on his enemies.

The King of the gods was looking at the dead head of his brother on his breakfast table.

Zeus retched, turning over to the side to puke.

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