Wrath is Jupiter.
“The giant whose great glaring red eye is a storm that’s lasted centuries.”
He looks down upon his brothers and sisters with contempt. The largest and the strongest, he pities their pathetic forms. Were it not for Mother he’d steal back all that she gave them – all that is rightfully his. She is the only one bigger, the only one more fearsome. Still he mocks her from afar, showing his rage by collecting the bodies of fallen brothers and sisters which Mother could not save and taking for himself lovers to cling to him in adoration. Yet Mother looks back upon him and pities him, the growing wound upon his side has born on for centuries and seems only to get worse every passing day. In anger he did this to himself, an ulcer upon his side.