The Great Flood by Bonaventura Peeters ( Wikimedia ) The Great Flood Jupiter’s lashed out, unsatisfied. He had drawn the winds and aerial waters to his side. Storms encompassing nations spread across the sky, a never ending sea of tumultuous darkness, split only by the bright flashes of Jupiter’s strikes. Water came torrentially, but not even this satisfied his anger. He called out to Neptune who joined in his cause. Neptune struck his great trident into the sands of the beach and at once the oceans came to life consuming all before them. The rivers rushed unrelenting, overflowing, and grabbing anything they could grasp as they raced to the oceans. Buildings, orchards, flocks, people, and temples, no one was spared as every body of water became one. The world is drowned None escaped save for Deucalion and Pyrrah. Able to salvage themselves on a small skiff, they moored near the top of Mount Parnassus, whose peaks rest among the stars. Here in this strange limbo...
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