This is literally out of my spite for Zeus as you can see from the title. I hope you like this evil story of me killing Zeus!*happily skips off with knife in hand*

Zeus slammed the master bolt down, again.
"Will you stop that, you-" Poseidon was cut off by Ares slamming his hand against his mouth. "Hush. Don't say anything." He told him.
Suddenly, the doors to Olympus burst open, a tide of fanboys and girls ready to murder Zeus.
It was lead by a middle schooler holding a long and thin sword.
Ares smiled. So did most of the other Olympians.
"This is time, my fandom brothers and sisters. We will kill Zeus on this day. WE WILL NOT LET HIM GET AWAY ALIVE!" The middle schooler shouted. The army shouted and hollered with approval. They swarmed the room like ants, climbing up the tall marble stairs that separated them from the Olympians. In the way back, a minor, unheard god, was keeping teleportation denied.
Within seconds, the army reached the thrones. A few of the Olympians were scared, but the army paid no attention to them. They were all focused on Zeus.
Zeus tried to kill some of them with his master bolt but it was useless. More and more came upon him, attacking his feet. A few flew up and screamed "YOU'RE NOT MY FATHER!" while doing so.
It all ended when a daughter of Hecate used Egyptian, Norse, and Greek magic and turned them all into multiple large sized humans. Not all of them were humans, of course.
Quite a few were minor gods, other relationships from other mythologies, and e.t.c. Those who were not part of it were immortal and not human so they turned themselves huge and fought Zeus. The Olympians sat on their thrones, smiling, grinning, or even laughing.
In the end, Zeus was killed with his own master bolt. He faded away with some very powerful help from the army. His master bolt had betrayed him, slicing his throat open.
"ZEUS IS DEAD!" The army chanted as they turned back to normal.
For forever, the world never had to see Zeus ever again.
The end.