Prometheus let out soft, displeased grunt as he watched the sun begin to ever so slightly peek out over the horizon- the eagle would arrive soon, and no matter how many years passed with this same cycle of torture, it never got any less painful- but it was all worth it to protect his creation...humanity.

Just as he readied himself for the feeling of the eagle's beak piercing his flesh, the beast cried out before Prometheus felt the chains that Hephaistos made to bind him fall away, a muscular human man wearing the pelt of a lion holding the broken chains in his fists.

Heracles had saved him.