Greek Myth : Iapetos and sons

Atlas

Atlas (/ˈætləs/; Greek: Ἄτλας, Átlas)

Atlas.

Atlas, Atlas, Atlas..........

My first-born son. He was a good one before. Could've been said he was my pride and joy. Strong, muscular, and intelligent in a wide range of subjects like philosophy, mathematics, and astronomy. Not to mention was the strongest and most skilled warrior among the Titans. Married well, and had so many beautiful daughters. The Hesperides, the Hyades, the Pleiades, and Calypso.

Oh yeah, he was the one everybody was jealous about.

He was also the Titan of Endurance. A weird area of expertise, but maybe that's how he became the strongest and most skilled warrior among the Titans. Have I mentioned that before? Hmm, maybe I have. Anyways, you get the point. He was the type of son you'll be proud of, brag about, you know.

Then came the war with the Gods, and he LOST. I mean, well, yeah, I lost too. But he was to be the most skilled, know what I mean. And then the rest of us were cast inside Uncle Tartarus'. It's seriously yucky inside. When in Gaia did he ever have an internal cleansing? I heard lots of vegetables will do the trick. Oh yeah, getting back to the topic. But yeah, Atlas was supposed to be this mighty, skilled warrior. And just because he was ordered by Zeus to hold up the sky, doesn't mean he had to do it. He's the baby cousin, like literally the baby, was the last one of Kronos' kids to be born. When your bratty little cousin tells you what to do, you discipline it in return, not listen to it.

*Sigh* No, Clymene, real men are not afraid of death. Even if he had to stand alone. WHAT WAS THAT? Fine, yeah, your right darling, maybe he didn't have much of a choice. Heh, strong men make their own choices though. Anyways, that wasn't even the worse part of this story.

When his itty-bitty cousin Zeus' son, Heracles, came to steal Hera's golden apple. The boy had the nerve to ask Atlas for help. Like, helloooooo little boy, are you not aware that your uncle is busy holding the sky up on his shoulder. But I guess he had the decency to offer to take on the sky for him. And so freaking Atlas finally had his freedom from holding the sky on his shoulders. And instead of enjoying his freedom a little bit and getting us out of Tartarus as his priority. He went ahead and steal Hera's apple for him.

And, and, AND, ........... that wasn't even the worse part. After the whole apple thing was solved for Heracles, my son, Atlas, the smart one, the one who was supposed to be knowledgeable in many things, managed to be tricked back into carrying the sky. HE WAS TRICKED! BY A MORTAL! Yes, honey, I know, he was a son of Zeus, but he was a mortal. A MORTAL. Does he not have enough common sense to know that his cousin and his offspring are not to be trusted by now. All they care about is themselves.

And I'm stuck here in Tartarus. News and gossip may be able to travel here, but I can't get out of here as easily as rumours come down here. Does he know that there wasn't anywhere I could go whenever my brothers make fun of my idiotic son who was tricked by a mortal.

Enough about Atlas, I guess. Next, we have Menoetius.