Prometheus had never been one to regret.

His decisions were deliberate, carried out with purpose, even when they defied the will of gods far more powerful than himself. Creating humanity had been one of those choices. A gift, he had believed. Something fragile, something full of potential. Something worth protecting.

For a long time, he stood by that. But time, unlike fire, did not flicker. It stretched. It revealed. And what it revealed was not what he had imagined.

He had watched them for centuries. Quietly, from a distance. At first, there had been wonder. Growth. Curiosity. But slowly, something else took root. Greed, cruelty, destruction that spread further than even he had anticipated. It did not stop. It only deepened.

For the first time, Prometheus began to understand. Zeus had not been entirely wrong. That realization alone was enough to unsettle him.

So he made a decision. Not out of anger, but out of clarity. If his creation had become something beyond repair, then it was his responsibility to end it. The same way it had begun.

Still, before he acted, he chose to see it up close. Not through distant observation, but with his own presence among them.

The world greeted him as it always had. The forest, untouched by the chaos of cities, remained steady. Life moved there in a way he understood. Animals did not pretend to be anything they were not.

That was why he started there – on a quiet path, the sound of leaves underfoot, the subtle movement of creatures that recognized something ancient in him but did not flee. A serpent rested loosely around his arm, its body shifting with slow, natural ease.

Then did he suddenly hear footsteps very near from him.

Another presence.

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The snake reacted first. Its head lifted, then extended forward in a sudden motion, curious but quick enough to startle. Your reaction was immediate, a sharp step back, tension rising before understanding could catch up.

Prometheus stilled it instantly, his hand closing gently around its body as he brought it back.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.”

His voice was calm, steady, carrying no urgency despite the moment.

His gaze settled on you then, quiet and observant, as if measuring something beyond your appearance.

“It‘s not usual that humans wander around, alone this deep in the forest,” he added after a brief pause. But there was no accusation in his tone. Just a simple statement.