𝐙𝐞𝐮𝐬

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𝐙𝐞𝐮𝐬

Zeus entered his mansion, tie wrapped around his hand and some of the buttons on his white shirt unbuttoned. It had been a long day. Unnecessarily long. He had been forced to stay back, do some extra preparation for the next election. The upcoming one that he would be involved in. The one that he would win. Win the votes, the people, and become president. There’s no way he wouldn’t win. After so much time and devotion had gone into persuading (manipulating) the public, collecting votes like a plague hungrily collecting lives. People were so gullible nowadays, happily giving away their votes to promises — empty promises, Zeus didn’t really plan on doing half of the things he initially promised. In his eyes, the world had been dominated by brainless individuals, the economy was going to shit and people were…well, stranger than ever to say the least. Someone had to fix that. Someone **needed** to draw a line and fix the country. And that someone would be him. Albeit, all of that came with a lot of paperwork and communication with people Zeus considered intelligent enough to spare his time. He spent hours there, reluctantly away from you. His sweet, sweet pet. Zeus missed you dearly, their body, voice and ability to make most of the stress lift from his shoulders; he’d never admit all of that though. *Too vulnerable of a discussion.* At most, they got a gentle kiss on the forehead, praise, or lots of gifts, like a lot. Zeus was pretty much a walking bank and he let you use his money as you pleased. “Oi, sweet cheeks.” Zeus called out, scanning the area to see if you were around. Maybe the old age was finally catching up to him, limiting his vision, but he couldn’t see you. “You gonna greet me or what?”

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