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Son of Jupiter

A nap dream (9/8/21)
Jupiter Victor: he who has the power of conquering everything
Jupiter Ruminus: Breastfeeder of every living thing

A young Roman finds himself in Olympus, the house of the Gods. It appeared as though he had stepped into a cloud that had been intricately carved into the shape of a room. As the room formed around him, gods began to greet each other from within the chaos. 

The young man walks towards the edge of the room and looks out into a vast swirling of angry black clouds. Thunder rumbles loudly, and beneath it is the roar of some dangerous monstrosity just out of sight. Out of that vast darkness, the figure of a man begins to take shape. Starting with a head and a strong beard before the rest of him in the same manner. 

The young man looked at his father in disgust, Jupiter, the king of the gods. With no hesitation, the god-king began to approach his son, who was still standing at the edge of Olympus. I felt like I was watching a father approach his son; however, Jupiter did not appear loving, compassionate, joyful, or emotional. He appeared almost alien and distant. 

As Jupiter stepped out of the unknown, his son, the Roman, lifted a golden flamberg with the shape of a long kris and aimed it at the elder god, who appeared unfazed. However, upon contact with the weapon, the elder god recoiled in pain. The blade had pierced him with absolutely no effort. 

Before he could collect his thoughts, the weapon had become something akin to a gun, and the young man aimed the weapon at Jupiter and fired twice to everyone's shock. 

Is this the death of god? Dark energy fled the god's body and filled the young man's body. Was this a curse, or was this the power of Zeus come upon him. Though surprised, Jupiter began to gather himself together from his surprise, two holes in his chest seething with anger. 

Walking with one of his elder children, Zeus walked to the edge of the room, mankind would suffer for the foolishness of their brother. The gods began diving from the heavens and towards the earth, other entities joining them all along the way. 

A colosseum was far below filled with people, and the gods began crashing into the stands from above. Those they landed on were crushed; others were hurled to their deaths and otherwise killed. As the people fled in terror, the gods stormed among them, followed by the young man who himself was now a giant, filled with a portion of his father's godly power or a curse. Green skin testified to the latter being most likely. This was still to be discovered. Despite this, a young woman, his friend, recognized him almost immediately. She approached him, and he held her up, and they began to discuss the destruction around them. In her response, she pulled out a coke and handed it to him. The glass bottle was filled with a glowing golden liquid; after screwing off the ball lid, he drank it and shrunk into a much smaller form. An Alice and Wonderland reference, I think. 

This dream gets weird, so I'm gonna stop here to share an update for the future of this blog. The other site is ready and will be up soon. I will likely share some of my newer stuff here first for the time being but will begin leaving links to the other blog. Thank you all for your support!

Oh! I also wrote a book! It is very short, "The Practicality of the Divine," on amazon. This book does not have a physical copy yet, so it's only on kindle. Feel free to check it out if you are interested.

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