He remembered a time when it had been enough to form a simple temple made of rock and bare wood and clay. He remembered when the grandest of mankind's monuments had been a single thunderous room surrounded by walls of white marble, with grandiose pillars as a towering facade. There had been a time when mankind had been content in its worship of greater things. Now he walked through cities of wonders that man as a whole barely appreciated, so used to the splendor they had built utterly for themselves that a simple temple would seem rudimentary in comparison.<br/><br/>Not that he found it troubling. Not as much as he once had, by any means. There had been a time when his fury would have shaken their glass towers to the foundation and laid them flat as punishment for man's hubris. There had also been a time when he could fling lightning with his bare hands, but that power had faded with the rest. Now, he accepted his diminished place in their lives. If he hadn't he may have very well driven himself mad with envy.<br/><br/>He was a tall man, tall and broadly built. The suit he wore was dark gray and pinstriped with a bright blue square tucked into his breast pocket, carefully folded to resemble an oak leaf. The cane he carried had a head that split in two; on one side was an eagle, on the other a bull, both joined in the middle. The cane itself cut smoothly back on itself twice at each third of its length, a wood-and-chromed-steel mockery of the bolts he had once flung.<br/><br/>He wore a broad-rimmed fedora that helped hide his eyes, which were the only true indications of his divinity; pale blue, but when stared too deeply into one could see a storm raging within them. His hair was cut short, a look he favored in this advanced age, and his beard was similarly close-cropped.<br/><br/>He paused outside a shop, one of the few buildings in the heart of the city that didn't stretch half a hundred floors skyward. The sign above the door read<i>Teléia, </i>and he allowed himself a wry smirk at the old title. What could be more appropriate for a bridal shop? He remained standing there for a moment before he forced himself to move forward, toward the door, and reached for the handle before his instinct could tell him otherwise.<br/><br/>What would be said of Zeus, king of the gods, if he hesitated at the mere idea of seeing someone? He stepped inside, bell chiming his arrival, and planted his cane between his feet, both hands on the head of it, one over the bull, one over the eagle. He cleared his throat softly, but said nothing, eyes scanning the interior of the shop, looking for her familiar face.<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="1536" data-username="@RoseyProsey" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/1536/">@RoseyProsey</a>