What happens when you have a mortal who is hated by the gods because he is worshipped for his beauty and a dead god who is hated by the gods simply because he is dead? Well, they meet, of course, and find comfort in each other! The dead god promises the mortal that he shall help to free him, but can't do so on his own. The mortal promises the dead god that he will have a temple built in his name and have people worship him again, but can't do so unless he is free. They could not help each other. Turns out, when the god of the Sun wants to, he can be less of a prick than the other gods, and when the Muse of Poetry realises the other Muses are pricks, he can make the right decision. (This work has been imported from Ao3, with the same title and summary as it exists there, to broaden the exposure of the fanfic)