Interrogation of a disgraced Zeus by Temporal Inquisitor Kuti Anikulapo Felastic at Wormwood Scrubs Maximum Security Penitentiary [ inter-dimensional human trafficking and the absolute violation of planetary sovereignty].

The fluorescent lights of Wormwood Scrubs’ Echo-Wing hummed with a low, oppressive frequency. The cell was deep underground, lined with lead-shielded concrete and dampening alloy designed to neutralise the Keraunos Core frequency.

Zeus sat behind a bolted steel table. Stripped of his pristine Olympian armor, he wore a standard-issue grey prison jumpsuit. Even defeated, his presence was massive, his broad shoulders tensed, eyes burning with a residual electric blue that flickered weakly under the dampening field.

The heavy iron door hissed open. Temporal Inquisitor Kuti Anikulapo Felastic stepped inside. He didn't look intimidated. Dressed in a sharp, coat with the subtle golden embroidery of the Afronaut high command on his collar, he carried a sleek, matte-black briefcase. He pulled out a heavy metal chair opposite the fallen Sky-Marshal and sat down.

Felastic popped the latches of the briefcase. He didn't extract a weapon, but rather a small, brass-rimmed glass lens—the portable interface for the Chronovisor. He placed it on the steel table between them.

"You're keeping me in a cage of mud and iron," Zeus growled, his voice like grinding tectonic plates, though a slight raspy edge betrayed his exhaustion. "Do you think these walls can hold the sky, mortal?"

"The walls aren't holding you, Zeus," Felastic said, his tone entirely level, carrying the calm authority of a man who had cross-examined centuries of tyrants. "The baseline molecular dampeners are. Right now, your atmospheric output is equivalent to a static shock from a cheap carpet. Let’s not waste time pretending you can summon a drizzle, let alone a thunderbolt."

Zeus leaned forward, the steel table groaning under the sudden shift of his weight. "I am the King of Olympus. I am the architect of order. I saved the cosmos from the chaos of the Titans! The boy, Ganymede, was a prize of the realm. A sovereign right. You piece of dust, you dare judge a god?"

Felastic slowly adjusted the dial on the Chronovisor. The small lens projected a flickering, three-dimensional holographic playback into the air between them. It showed the automated, eagle-winged drone tearing through Earth's atmosphere, the terrified face of a mortal child being dragged into the sub-space vacuum, and the agonizing distress signals sent by a desperate mother.

"This isn't a matter of divine right, Sky-Marshal. This is a matter of inter-dimensional human trafficking and the absolute violation of planetary sovereignty," Felastic said, pointing a finger at the glowing hologram. "You didn't see a prize. You saw an object. You thought because your palace was high enough, the screams from the dirt wouldn't reach the ears of anyone who could fight back."

"The All-Father is a hypocrite!" Zeus spat, slamming his massive fist onto the table. The metal dented slightly, but the dampeners flashed red, absorbing the kinetic shock. "Odin has spilled oceans of blood! He has tricked kings, stolen secrets, and broken oaths before your ancestors even learned to walk!"

"Odin pays his debts," Felastic countered instantly, his eyes narrowing. "Odin hung from the World Tree. He gave up his eye to the well. He understands that power is a heavy, scarring burden. When he looks at the cosmos, he sees a web of connections that requires sacrifice. When you look at the cosmos, you see a buffet."

Felastic leaned back, folding his hands over his knee. "Your own daughter, Athena, opened the Capital-Shield Matrix for us. Think about that. Your Director of Strategic Warfare decided that a foreign fleet of Afronauts and a wandering Norse sage were a better alternative for the future of Olympus than your continued survival. You didn't just lose a skirmish, Zeus. Your own house evicted you."

The mention of Athena hit harder than any kinetic strike. The flickering blue light in Zeus's eyes dimmed significantly. He stared at the holographic projection of the boy he had stolen, the reality of his isolation finally sinking in.

"What happens now?" Zeus muttered, the arrogant posture finally cracking, revealing a hollow, ancient tiredness.

"Now, you wait on remand," Felastic said, packing the Chronovisor back into his briefcase with a sharp click. He stood up and buttoned his coat. "The Crown Prosecution Service is working with the Inter-Dimensional Legal Coalition. You’ll be tried under Earth’s universal human rights accords, alongside the Olympian charter of cosmic negligence. You aren't a myth anymore, Zeus. You're just a defendant."

Anikulapo Felastic walked to the heavy iron door and knocked twice. As the door hissed open, he looked back one last time at the disgraced King of the Sky, sitting alone in the grey concrete silence of London.

"Get some sleep you cunt''. The legal team from the Yoruba sector arrives on Monday. They have some thoughts about your thunderbolts."