Philip began to pick himself up from the rubble. Though he loathed the gods, he was still fearful in the very presence of one. He assumed that chopping off the head of Zeus would cease the relentless worship by his people, he had never considered the gods would retaliate.
Zeus did not move. Philip armed himself with the temple’s sacred shield and spear, hoping that they would be able to keep him safe should Zeus hurl a lightening bolt. He slowly circled back towards the temple doors. If the shield wouldn’t protect him, perhaps he would be able to escape. But every thought about living through this fled in an instant, as Zeus smirked. Continue reading “The Face Of A Killer – Part Two”
