"Shall we draw?" Zeus inquired, looking at his brothers, and at Hecate. It was difficult to put into words how eager he was to get the whole thing done with, just as it was difficult to put into words how badly he wanted to rule over the skies—and likewise what he was willing to do to get it.
He would rule, and he would set up his court at Olympus—he would make certain of it.
These thoughts were readily concealed beneath an eager, almost genial expression set across his faintly tanned features. It was only in his blue eyes that one might discern the determination he felt. They briefly darted toward Hades, narrowing just faintly for a fraction of a moment, as a feeling of sibling rivalry washed over him as he looked at his oldest brother, the one who had pushed so hard for this drawing of lots, this supposedly equal, impartial way to divide the cosmos.