Zeus was on Mt. Olympus when he heard the news. The humans they are rebelling against the gods and blaspheming his name. They don’t pay tribute to me or any other god any more.
Zeus flew into a rage and caused a great wave to rise up in the ocean. The wave rushed towards the shore at breakneck speed. The water raged like Zeus
Why won’t the mortals pay tribute to me? he inquired of Hera, his wife. This has been tradition since the beginning of time. The sacrifice the sweet, sweet sacrifice. It must be paid.
Hera paused for a moment and said “They have grown too comfortable and mock the gods. Why should they need give sacrifice to gods? They have wine and grapes and all the meat they could ask for? The gods are far away and don’t mind the affairs of men”.
“They have grown fat and comfortable” said Hera “because you gave them knowledge and fire and ceaseless thought. They provide solutions to their own problems and lick their own wounds”.
Zeus thought as the first one his floods hit the Greek coast.
I’ll bring fire and hail down upon them besides water. I will turn the creatures of the earth against them and they shall want to die.
Plague set upon the crops, the dark lasted for days and the young died by the thousands.
The men gnashed their teeth and threw their fists upon the ground. They cried out to the heavens and supplicated the gods, but most of all Zeus himself.
Upon Mt. Olympus there was a scent, the smell of sweet meat and burning flesh.