"What?!" Zeus yell.

"Someone freed the souls!" Hermes yells.

A bolt of lightning crashes into the pillars. Thunder roars. Zeus grip my hands. 

"Oh this is bad." Hera mutters.

"Bad? Heck... this is worse." I fly down.

"What is Odysseus thinking?" Hera turns to me.

I look down.

"What were you thinking father?" I ask him.

"What?" Zeus turns.

"Making him choose!" I yell. 

I slam my sword into a pillar. 

"Athena, dear, calm down." Zeus says.

"You tricked him." I hiss.

"Dear that was overly harsh." Hera points out.

"And now... I fear his mind is turning." I say.

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"Finally." I mutter. 

I walk up to the temple. I won't take more suffering from you. I have suffered. I have wounds and battle scars. I'm even missing a finger. My wounds and pain are done for. You've made your one wrong move now your done for.

I throw the doors open. I look around. I see the statue of Zeus. I take my sword out.

"You are a madman you know that?" I ask.

No more will I tolerate the gods. My own crew fought me. It was a massacre. I take my sword out. I stand up. Where would they hide the Sickle of Kronos? Some where no one would thick of looking. However... I can see clearly now everything that has been taken from me. I walk up to the statue.

"Your ass is Hell!" I cut Zeus' head off.

It lands on the ground crashes and breaks. I let out a breath. My mind has never been sharper. I see the Sickle of Kronos pointing out. 

"At last." I mutter.

Ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves.