The god's Little Mortal((ON HOLD))
***Blurb*** His wrists and ankles, held in shackles that possessed the eternal fire no longer caused him pain. He had grown used to the pain, to the burning, till his skin went numb. In that gravely silence, came a soft voice that bled of pain and desolate. "Thorius? I...I...wait-" a painful cough interrupted, "...