I Am Zeus-Chapter 29: I’ll remake it in mine.

Got it. Continuing directly from where you stopped—with Zeus at the Great Divine Conclave, just after his exchange with Odin, Ra, and Amaterasu:

Divine Gathering Grounds – Realm of Concord

The silence hung for a moment—thick, still, electric.

Then—

The starlight above the courtyard rippled. A new pulse echoed across the space as another figure descended.

He moved like a whisper through time. Silent, barefoot, his skin like polished obsidian. Ash swirled around his steps, and three glowing lines traced vertically across his forehead. His eyes were half-closed, like he was asleep in a dream he controlled.

Shiva.

The Destroyer. The End and the Beginning.

He walked without weight. The air bowed around him.

Zeus watched him closely. This one didn’t burn like Ra or roar like Odin. But something deeper moved under his calm presence. Something ancient.

"Zeus," Shiva said, voice low, almost melodic. "Welcome to the Conclave."

Zeus gave a nod, measured. "I take it you’re not here for small talk."

Shiva smiled faintly. "No. But there’s peace in knowing who’s next to you when the sky turns."

He walked past, robes brushing the marble floor, and took his place beside Odin.

The gods began to arrive faster now.

One by one, figures from mythologies and realms Zeus didn’t yet understand stepped through the veils of light that shimmered around the perimeter.

A man with silver skin and four eyes stood near Ra. His robes shimmered with hieroglyphs that shifted constantly. That was Thoth, Ra’s scribe and god of wisdom.

A woman glowing with emerald flame, her long braids coiled like serpents, stood beside Shiva—Parvati, quiet but sharp-eyed.

A tall figure of molten obsidian wrapped in vines emerged next, his voice echoing through the floor as he greeted the others—Obatala, from a realm of spirits and orisha.

From the east, a tiger-leather-robed warrior queen stepped in barefoot, lightning dancing in her palms. Nuwa, shaper of mankind, dragon-bodied beneath the waist.

And beside her, like a living storm cloud—Susanoo, brother of Amaterasu. Wild-haired, thunder-eyed. He gave Zeus a cocky smirk and a nod.

"Didn’t think a Sky God from the West would actually show," Susanoo said, his voice rough but not mocking.

Zeus smirked back. "Didn’t think I’d be welcomed."

"You’re not," Susanoo replied, laughing. "But that’s part of the fun."

Zeus liked him instantly.

Soon the ring was full. The gods stood in a wide circle—each a ruler of a realm, each watching the others carefully. The Conclave shimmered with tension, but there was no hostility.

This wasn’t war.

This was the board before the game.

Odin raised his hand, and the ground itself resonated.

"All-Gods of all realms," he said. "We are not here for prophecy. Not yet. We are here for presence. For clarity."

His eye scanned the circle. "Zeus, of Olympus, has overthrown Cronus. The Titanomachy has ended. A throne stands filled."

He gestured to the center.

"Step forward."

Zeus took a breath. Then walked.

He stood in the center of the circle. The gaze of dozens of gods burned into him. He didn’t flinch.

Ra spoke first. "You crushed the past. What will you do with the future?"

Zeus raised his chin. "Build. Not like the Titans. Not with fear."

Amaterasu spoke next. "Do your siblings follow?"

"They chose to fight beside me," Zeus said. "Not under me."

Shiva’s gaze softened. "Good. The best kings don’t beg for loyalty. They create it."

A murmur of agreement passed through the gathering.

Odin stepped forward again. "Your father once came to this place. Arrogant. Loud. Certain of his rule."

Zeus smirked. "Sounds familiar."

Some of the gods chuckled. Even Odin’s mouth twitched.

"But you’re not Cronus," Odin said.

Zeus’s eyes flicked to him. "No. I ended Cronus."

And with that, the energy in the space shifted.

One by one, the gods raised their hands—not in salute, but in acknowledgement.

"You have earned the seat," Ra said.

"You are King of the Skies," said Amaterasu.

"May your storms be just," Shiva added.

A divine pulse shot through the courtyard. The air glowed faintly. The Conclave had acknowledged him.

Not just as a king.

But as one of them.

Zeus exhaled slowly. A quiet nod. Then he stepped back to the edge of the circle.

And the Conclave resumed.

They talked—not of war, not yet—but of order. Of balance. Of what each pantheon planned in this new age.

Ra spoke of rebuilding temples scorched by a desert rebellion. Odin mentioned whispers from Jotunheim—giants that stirred uneasily now that Olympus had shifted. Nuwa talked about mortal-kind and how their prayers had started bending in new directions.

Zeus listened. Absorbing.

This wasn’t a battlefield. It was something trickier.

Power moved here through words, posture, silence.

He felt Metis would’ve loved it.

Eventually, a tall goddess wrapped in twilight veils stepped forward. Her skin shimmered like dusk, her voice like a distant lullaby. She introduced herself as Izanami, ruler of Yomi, Queen of the Japanese Underworld.

She nodded toward Hades’s absence.

"The dead stir," she said. "You might need him at the next meeting."

Zeus frowned faintly. "He doesn’t travel well."

Susanoo laughed. "Neither do most who rule the dead."

Obatala turned his gaze toward Zeus. "You walk with new weight. You’ve claimed a sky. But skies stretch far."

Zeus didn’t flinch. "I plan to stretch with them."

A few gods gave low, approving murmurs.

Eventually, the topics grew lighter.

They asked him about Olympus. Its towers. Its people.

Shiva leaned closer. "Will you remake your world in your image?"

Zeus shook his head. "Yes. I’ll remake it in mine."

The gods glanced between each other.

That answer lingered.

Because it wasn’t about power.

It was about legacy.

And whether they liked him or not, they could all see—

Zeus was not Cronus.

The meeting finally drew toward a close. The stars overhead shimmered into constellations, slowly realigning across realities.

Zeus stood once more beside Odin, Ra, and Amaterasu.

The eldest three.

Odin placed a hand on his shoulder. "You held your ground well."

Zeus smirked. "I’ve got good boots."

Ra’s flames flickered. "You have our respect. But remember, it doesn’t last forever. Every throne shakes eventually."

Amaterasu simply looked at him. "Speak less next time. The silence speaks more."

Zeus gave a small nod.

"I’ll keep that in mind."

Then—

With a shimmer of space, one by one, the gods began to vanish. Some as fire. Some as mist. Some as whispers into the winds.

Zeus turned to leave, wings already beginning to shimmer into form.

But he paused—just briefly.

Because he knew...

This was just the beginning.

The gods had met.

The skies had shifted.

And somewhere far beyond the edge of stars—

The next move was already being made.

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