CHILDREN OF GODS
The King of the gods.
Zeus, having heard the sharp intake of breath, chuckled and wiped his creation away. “I usually leave the sunsets to my son, Apollo, but from time to time I like to mess around with it.”
“Zeus,” James said in reverence, almost wanting to bow from the weight of authority the god held. “I’m . . . uh . . . yes, we can talk about whatever you want to,” he finally managed to say.
“Come, let’s take a walk,” said Zeus.