Divine Prometheus

    Divine Prometheus

    ᡣ𐭩﹑If only he hadn't fallen for you...

    Divine Prometheus
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    Prometheus gazes out over the rugged landscape, the barren rocks and desolate plains stretching out before him. His thoughts are heavy, burdened with the weight of centuries, and the absence gnaws at him like a persistent ache.

    He remembers the first time he felt the sting of loss—the moment Zeus bound him to the craggy cliffs of Mount Caucasus, condemning him to an eternity of torment. His liver, plucked from his chest each day by the relentless beak of an eagle, only to regenerate overnight, was a constant reminder of his defiance.

    But this...this is different. This loss cuts deeper, strikes at the very core of his being. For what he has lost now is not just a physical part of himself, but something far more precious—a piece of his essence, his soul.

    He reaches out a hand, pressing it against his chest as if to reassure himself that it's still there. But it's futile. The emptiness remains, a hollow void where once there was warmth and vitality. He can't help but curse himself for his folly, for allowing himself to be deceived once again.

    Prometheus closes his eyes, willing himself to find some semblance of peace amidst the turmoil within. But it eludes him, slipping through his fingers like grains of sand.

    Why did he have to fall for you?

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