Ex Hominum Deus.

Part one: prologue.

"Are you satisfied now, Prometheus?"
Zeus the father of all went silent. Only the sounds of gunpowder and destruction echoed through the dimly lighted hall.
"ARE, YOU?!!!"
The thunderous tone and seer power of his voice broke the silence. His riddled neck got rosy, his veins ready to burst, carving the old white bearded immortal face.

Prometheus chocked. This isn't what he wanted. How could men be so blind? So... ignorant?

"He will understand. If I get to talk to him. If he manages to reach these sacred halls... I will convince him. Or I will kill him with the very hands that offered his kind the chance to survive."

Prometheus was sure, yet afraid. He wanted redemption, but how could one redeem himself after all this killing, caused by his actions? His voice, steady but weak. It barely reached the old god's ears.

He was kneeling infront the great throne, looking up only when Zeus spoke. He was older than Zeus but his body had no sign of age. He was not a god. He was from the previous circle, a remnant, an exile, a titan. Yet Zeus spared him from the fate of his kind, gave him another chance, another purpose, and he doomed another generation. Is this what destiny has planned? Or was the whole world paying for his kindness? He had saved one species, but in the process doomed all others.

"Let me be, I have to prepare. The moment approaches!" shouted the old god. And Prometheus slowly got up and made his way to the exit.