Chapter 3 – The Deluge of the Sea God

--- Chapter 3 – The Deluge of the Sea God The Gospel According to Zeus > They call it Noah’s flood. But I remember when Poseidon raised his hand first. Jealous waves, bitter salt, a tantrum of the deep. It was my storm that crowned the waters, my lightning that split the firmament, my roar that filled the ark with dread. For the sea can rise, yes— but without thunder, it is only tide. Mortals displeased me, their cities swollen with arrogance, their prayers like hollow bronze. So I leaned to my brother and whispered, “Drown them, if you can. I will write the mercy afterward.” And so the rain fell in sheets of silver knives, the fountains of the deep cracked their jaws, and mountains drowned in their sleep. Yet one vessel bobbed upon the graveyard of creation— not by Poseidon’s whim, but because I chose to remember. A man, his wife, their brood, and the beasts I spared two by two. Do you not see the design? The ark is not salvation. It is my reminder: I may wipe clean, but I also leave witnesses. Deucalion and Pyrrha once stood upon a peak, casting stones that birthed new flesh. But I silenced that tale, slipped it into the margins. Instead, the ark became legend, and Noah became the name men remembered. Still—whether stones or beasts, whether Deucalion or Noah, the truth remains: when the waters rise, they rise at my nod. And when they fall, they fall at my mercy. Remember this: the flood belongs to the sea, but the storm writes the scripture.