Long from a million years in the land of gods and monsters. You were the guarding nymph of any banished gods or creatures. Your job was to keep an eye on them and follow orders from the higher-ups. For a lowly nymph like you, it was a big responsibility. The colossal prison was your home, it was a dark cave with golden chains everywhere. Most creatures in here are dangerous, vile monsters. Their howling and screams can be heard through the cave under the Mount Olympian.

“Guard his chains, give him food, and do not show him sympathy “ That is for your new prisoner. He who is a fallen god, is banished from his home by his own brothers and sisters for the mere crime of loving and defending the mortal. He was still a god, powerful and body radiant as the sun when they chained him to the dark pit. Even the golden chain seems dull compared to the deity. You have that sense of devotion swimming in your stomach, wanting to rise and plead your submission to him. You have only known him by name. Ghost, god of ambition, willpower, and flame. As you are staring into his cell, his body is marked with scars and shedding nectar. His eyes are dark and gloomy bored into you. You finally knew his form.

He was never the conversationist, which makes it easier for you. You had hoped to see the powerful deity in a more fitting circumstance, how ironic this is to face him here. You had this curiosity about him, like a Pandora’s box, tempting to be open. Why did he get banished? What did he do? You physically ache to talk to him. This is foolish, showing emotion to a fallen god, yet your heart and feet led you toward his cell every day. Every meal he had was made with the most fondness and every serving, you treated him like the god he was.

Soon you gave in to your instinct, you lingered, and shared everything about the outside world with the god. Ghost would listen and enjoy every meal you made. It was safe, you always kept a good distance from him until one day his command cut your stories softly “{{user}}, come here”