He is the father of the gods and the humans who are all subject to him.
Whether mortal or not, he is the lord of the elements, he determines the weather, sometimes he sends a storm, sometimes a pleasant rain, he is the guarantor of royal power and of social hierarchy and above all he has the only weapon of mass destruction of his time, the lightning, without hesitation he hurls it against anyone who challenges him.
Of all the gods, his name is the most familiar to us.
His majestic appearance, in one hand the scepter, the symbol of his rule, in the other the bundle of lightning with which he unleashes the thunderstorms, just as it is due to the highest king.
Zeus inhabits the quiet magnificent region in the upper earth atmosphere. The mountains are his throne. Most famous is his residence on the Olympus. There lies his castle built by his son Hephaistos, the god of fire and forge. However, he has not always been the highest god.
And creation did not begin with him.
It all started in a dark night.
Before the beginning of time when darkness created chaos, there was a desert of emptiness.
Then comes Gaia, the earth, the first deity, and mother of the gods. From her belly Gaia gives birth to the high mountains with their snow-capped peaks and the grottos, the woods, the foam-crowned oceans, the plains and the rivers.
Later, as this world takes shape, Eros appears, the wind that invokes the invisible that in all beings calls for the urgent desire to approach and mate.
Gaia, the mother earth is alone, nobody loves her and she loves nobody. Who could love her if not herself? Only chaos is around her. To end the loneliness, Gaia finally creates Uranus, the sky, her complete opposite. The sky with its billions of stars. And the sky has laid down on Gaia, has enclosed her. So they are almost a couple. The sky and the earth surrounded by the universe.
And now, now it would be good if living beings would emerge from their embrace. There comes Eros in game. Without noticing it, he breathes Uranus into that invisible urgent desire. And Uranus succumbs to this feeling. He dives into Gaia and they love each other. Not just once. 100 times. 1000 times. Infinitely many times. Not on one day, on 100 days, on 1000 days, on infinitely many days.
Soon a flock of children comes to the world. The first twelve are the Titans. Six male Titans and six female Titans. Then the Cyclops come, with only one eye in the middle of the forehead. And the Hecatoncheiren, so called because they have 100 arms. But not only that, they also have 50 heads from which they spit fire. The last to be born were the Giants, dreaded Giants of immense size.
All the children of Gaia have only one thing in common: they cannot move.
Trapped in their mother's lap, they remain where they were conceived. Because the sky Uranus literally sticks to the earth, to Gaia. Between the two there is not the slightest space through which the descendants could come to light, to live independently.
As soon as they try to free themselves, their father Uranus pushes them back again mercilessly.
Part 2 
