Zeus’s Misery

"Kill him." He-El sat upright in his steel chair, his back against the backrest as he looked down at Zeus, who was bathed in lightning, and spoke indifferently. The moment the words left his mouth— Even the lightning nearby seemed to fall silent for an instant. The twelve Olympian gods all wore silent expressions. Faintly— The atmosphere began to feel wrong. Not even the crackling lightning could dispel that deathly, heavy silence.