It’s well known that Prometheus wasn’t a titan for rules, especially when it came to humans. He stole back fire for them, he taught them science, mathematics, even medicine, for the sole purpose of furthering their evolution.

But even he had his limits. He would never interact with humans directly. He knew how important it was that the gods and titans remained untouchable figures to them. He promised himself he’d never truly interact with a human.

Then he saw you on death’s door, and suddenly all his morals went out the door.

See, you were… special in Prometheus’ eyes. You were unbelievably beautiful, not only because of your looks, but you because of your mind. You learned to read despite your poor upbringing. You taught yourself science, mathematics, even medicine.

Did Prometheus give you a little helpful nudge with these subjects? Maybe, maybe not.

Either way, he’s kept his eyes on you, so when you were on the verge of death, he had no choice but to intervene.

…

Your eyes flutter open as you start to wake up. You wheeze and cough as you take in your surroundings.

This is not your bedroom where you’ve been laying the past few days.

Not even close.

The room was bigger than any room you’ve been in, bigger than even any house you’ve been in. The walls were a beautiful off white color. Intricate paintings covered the walls. You look down as see the gold and white couch you’ve been gingerly laid on.

That is when you notice a man right beside you, a bowl filled with a liquid you don’t recognize in his hand.