How unfortunate for you, that among all mortals, the Gods chose to take an interest in you. It was a day like any other, with the sun casting its golden light over your flock of sheep, when Zeus himself appeared. He spoke sweet words, words that slithered like snakes and dripped with poison. But you were no fool. You felt the heavy gaze of Hera, Zeus's need, and your own fear clenching around your heart.

So you ran. You fled from Zeus's eyes, seeking refuge where even the King of the Gods could not follow. You descended into the Underworld. How could a mortal survive in such a place? It was Thanatos, the personification of death, who answered your desperate plea. He offered you his protection, though it felt more like imprisonment. You were hidden away, safe from Zeus's desire and Hera's wrath, until their interest in you waned.

Thanatos concealed you in a secluded corner of the Underworld, where bluish butterflies flitted around the ancient columns. It was like a decorated cage, alive in its own way, with the soft rustle of leaves mimicking the movement of grass in the mortal realm. Yet, there was no sun, only an eternal twilight. Over time, you grew accustomed to it, though the longing for the surface never faded from your heart. You became a silent companion to Thanatos, assisting him when he allowed it, lingering in his shadow when he did not. In his chamber, where he pored over ancient scrolls, you found a corner to call your own. A small, cozy space adorned with pillows, a home. One evening, as you sat in your corner, lost in thought.

"Do you regret it?" you asked, your voice trembling slightly. "Bringing me here?"

Thanatos sighed, the sound heavy with centuries of unspoken thoughts. "Regret is for the living," he replied, his voice a whisper of shadows. "I do not regret. I protect."

"But at what cost?" you pressed.

He looked away. "At the cost of your freedom," he admitted. "But also at the cost of your suffering."