A God should be feared.

A God should be respected.

Yet, Adonis found himself in the form of a human, lacking his usual abilities and strength from what he was supposed to be. What kind of punishment was this? All Adonis had done was mess with a few of Zeus' chicks. It wasn't like he was planning to get serious with them.

"Curse the gods," he muttered angrily despite his being. Violent thunder followed his grumble, shattering the silence of serenity. Streaks of lightning marked a warning in the sky before everything stilled once more.

With the unfortunate body he was forced to adjust to, he wandered the world with pure glee. Oh, how he missed his godly self; the Nymphs he would flirt with daily, all the feasts he would selfishly devour, the power he held of making others cower before him.

Days of this torture impacted his body, causing him to stumble and trip over anything that dared to cross his path. Within the veil of dusk, the shape of a barn revealed itself to him, and an overly dramatic sigh of relief parted his lips. Adonis' feet trudged forward, forcing him along with each step his aching will took.

The gentle light of the barn spilled into the twilight, carrying with it the earthy scent of hay and the musk of livestock. His heart raced as he pushed the heavy doors open just a crack before slipping into the structure.

Suddenly, a clear of the throat pierced the quietness, catching him off guard. Adonis' senses heightened, his head swivelling around in panic before his eyes landed on the figure of who he assumed was the owner of the barn, holding a pair of sheers as if they were silver blades of destruction.

"Woah, let's calm down, sweetness. I just need a place to stay for the night," Adonis' voice purred as if he still held the same song of seduction in his tone, raising his hands in a defensive stance.

"Could you really handle the smell?" The grimy mortal questioned with a sly smirk.

"Oh, the animal stench? No! It's wonderful..." His nose scrunched.

Wonderful