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This short story is over a year old now, I entered it into some competition and I wasn't sure whether I shared it anywhere. So here it is. Hope you like it :)
BTW, despite the name and the story, it doesn't actually fit into Ancient Greek myth/legend stories in any way. For example, it mentions the Gods being in Heaven amongst angels (and Hell), which isn't true amonst Greek legend. It's more Mount Olympus (and the Underworld), I think, I'm not actually sure (and there's no angels). The only part true to Greek legend are the Gods names. Blah.
Heaven was a miraculous land the Gods had bestowed. Fountains flung water, glistening in the light, caught by the voices of angels and slowly drifting back down to the sparkling pool the fountain embodied. The clouds beneath their feet slowly drifted across the contemptible land below; the land that mankind had trodden upon; building their rich, yet trepid existence. Many columns had stood in heaven, then went on, embowed over the God's heads; glistening white. The Gods knowledge was vivid, like no human could match. They knew all and everything to know of the land below; so-called, Earth. Something was about to happen over the clouds that day that mankind would find out, yet they'll never remember.
Zeus, as his position amongst the Gods shown, bestowed great power throughout Heaven. He possessed the power of lightening, a strong force of the element of air. In his imperial blue tunic, and strong padded sandles, he trod amongst the Gods and kept all things right. An easy task for a God, however his brother made this task difficult. Sat in a throne of dismembered bodies, was a man possessing equal, but limited power. His eyes glow bright red as he pondered. The trivial God of the land, Hades, sunk into his chair, distraught. He was looked down upon by his younger brothers, and his power limited due to the risk of him becoming deeply rebellious. However this risk was about to become a reality. For this night Cronus, father of Zeus & Hades, had returned to take back the throne from Zeus as King of the Gods. Cronus was large, and always had been limitlessly more powerful than Zeus. Unlike the other Gods, Cronus felt pity for Hades, and was very naive, for a man of his stature. Cronus relieved Hades of his limits, unknowing of what was to come.
Each God was known by a different identity. Different identities; different influences to power. Hades' influence was the dead and vast riches - he was the king of the underworld, punisher in the depths of hell. Thus his identity was a powerful one, a risk to even the most powerful Gods, especially now his limits were relieved.
Hades had seemed to cause little havoc, but this was about to become a lot; for he thought, and thought of a way he could take control of the land. After a while, he took interest of what was above; above him where he'd sat at his throne in the depths of Hell. On the surface where mankind had stood. Mankind seemed to have invented a creature which he quite liked, a creature so deadly, a creature that could fight; humans in a ghastly disguise. Zombies they were called. A mythical beast much like the spirits that wandered hell, concealed by the figure of man.
That night, Hades spread a curse upon the Earth. Men and women awoke, clothes torn, faces bled, eyes red with rage. Many ran, as their arms flung into the air, towards a bright light shining across the horizon. It was a portal into heaven, opened by Hades. The creatures mankind had now become charged across the clouds, ripping sparkling angels, dismembering their bodies, sparkling no more. These creatures somehow possessed Godly power, angels fit for them to devour. Wings flew no more, and angels lie dead. The Gods begun to tremble. Cronus realised his mistakes, though Zeus did not tremor; his lifeless head sat on the end of a stake.