Post by Deleted on Mar 2, 2014 17:47:08 GMT -5
Being the almighty Jupiter was normally a good thing, the best thing possible he's imagine, but sometimes he wished he weren't so great. So unbelievably in power, and weak at the same time. Yes, he was weak. He could admit that, to himself at least. Old enough and with enough wisdom to be able to find what was wrong with him, though immature enough to keep doing it anyway. He knew his good points as well, though many prefer to tell him he had none instead. He truly cared about the demigods, and his family, so much he wished he could give them everything they ever wanted. Letting the gods interfere with human life, and in essence demigods lives, was not for the best. It wasn't fare, because they would pick favorites and start wars just because the other had something against them. The demigods, and the gods, whined and complained all the time about how unfair it was, but isn't it worst to use the humans as pawns in battle? To kill a mortal just because another god favored them? He admitted he too was guilt of this, especially of his brother Pluto. That was why he attempted to make the gods distance themselves, of course they still played their games. It wasn't as bad as it once was though.
Humans have learned, and wasn't that wonderful? Learning, growing. Marvelous creatures that Prometheus created, beautiful to watch in their short lives. Beings of incredible value, and that was what his father would take from them. Stifle in them. Their thirst for knowledge, to prove some way that gods exist or don't exist. To cure this, or that, to help people here or across the world. Saturn would leave them as sheep, they had to abide by his rules or die. The immortals would have to abide by his rules or find themselves imprisoned, in some way shape or form. Undoubtedly his father would have thought of some kind of eternal punishment, he had long enough. Jupiter would not let that happen. For one thing he was ruler now, and that certainly was not changing, for another, he had to protect humanity. Not just the lives of humans, which he planned on trying to keep to a minimum, but what creates them as the unique works of art that they are. Their humanity.
It would be wonderful if he had someone to pray to, to blame for all of this. Plead for help from someone greater than himself, which he was the greatest and most awesome so that wasn't possible. Beg someone to let these mortal lives continue to bloom and blossom. Here he was in New Rome, watching the people move, listening to the comments about the on coming storm. These people were innocent, they need not be involved in this war. However they must, demigods where part of this world, not above it like the gods where. They had to know how to defend what was theirs, how to fight, or else they would be complacent and stagnant. Not learning, not growing. Same as what would happen if his father were to take over again.
Obviously lost in though, someone bumped into Jupiter though it didn't cause him to budge it did catch his attention. “Oh hello, I'm so sorry I was spacing out. Are you okay?” his voice was kind, but held power and authority. The voice of a commander, though not as harsh as Mars especially since that thing(Mars) wasn't a child of his.