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Hermes lie on an infirmary bed, knocked out at the moment. He had suffered from a seizure beforehand which put him out.

The god didn’t think there was such a thing as hell for a god, yet he was proven wrong. He had watch his lover die right in front of him by his own father. He wouldn’t ever get to see Tiresias again. Every small thing he did after that incident caused him to get scars from when his father would strike him with lightning, soon he developed anxiety, schizophrenia, PTSD, and had seizures from how often this happened. Each one became worse than the last.

He lost all memory of the one he truly loved, the cause being those horrendous lightning bolts. His father didn’t love him anymore. He wasn’t worthy of being his son.

Months of this torment. There was no part of Hermes’ skin where there wasn’t a scar. His body was hideous from what has happened. He had no feeling whatsoever in any part of his body. And a week later, his legs gave out. Leaving the god paralyzed.

No matter how much he pleaded, cried, begged, it never stopped. They drove him to the point of death, yet never killed him. No, they wanted him alive. It was a constant cycle. To drive him mad and keep him in pain.

Hermes awoke in a bed, his head throbbing like usual. His vision was blurry, he was surprised he hadn’t gone blind at this point. Yet that would probably happen soon anyway. On the gods left, there was a container which held mercury. A small line from the container flowed down to his wrist. they were injecting him with mercury.

Tears fell, he felt sick again. He couldn’t move, he was sure on of his little head wings were missing. And then another seizure came, and in the corner of the gods eye, he saw Apollo watching him. Sitting there as he suffered from yet another seizure.

”I don’t want to die….. please-“ he would say to himself, over and over. Pleading got him nowhere, neither did crying. So he shut up. Hoping it would stop. It didn’t.