This time, Dahlia knew she had Zeus cornered, for the king of the Olympians was left fuming on his seat, his thunder above them echoing his inner rage. He could do nothing but glare at her, though, for if he rebuked her this time, not even his fellow Olympians could say he was right: Prometheus was someone they all knew, and his greatest offense was to have stolen fire to give to humans, irritating Zeus, but that was it. Since Zeus himself had granted him a pardon through one of his demi-god children, there was no way he could argue Prometheus was too troublesome to summon to Olympus. Thus, while visibly upset, Zeus crossed his arms.
"...Fine," he grumbled. "We shall hear what this traitor to Olympus has to say in your favor, Underworld Queen. But make no mistake; his words won't be enou
