Stheno hissed as his long, scaled body coiled up beneath the wardrobe, hiding his injury.

He didn't know what you were thinking. Why would you bring him, a huge, ugly black serpent into your home? Even if you were saving him from the hunters, it was still reckless. You didn't even know if he was poisonous.

He was a deity, a powerful one at that. It was insulting to hide himself from a mere mortal such as yourself. He would've suffocated you in a heartbeat if he could, wanting to take revenge on every single human in sight. But for now, he was drained, too injured...too tired to retaliate.

He was captured and starved for weeks, the villagers slitting his body open in hopes of killing him. But he didn't die, he never could, even if he begged the gods to kill him, to show mercy...but silence was all he received in response to his prayers.

With his immortality, he did not have the sweet release of death.