soc_puppet | Fic: Prometheus: 1/?

Fandom: FMA/Greek Myth fusion
Summary: Prometheus and the eagle. Vaguely RoyEd/EdRoy
Blame:

nekokenchan. Sorta.
Fic: Prometheus

The story was often told in ancient Creta of how Prometheus championed humans, and for them stole fire from the gods and brought them alchemy so they might live more comfortably. Less often is it told the consequences of these actions, beyond a few lines: how Prometheus returned to the home of the gods and was punished for his actions.

To a boulder on a mountain top was Prometheus chained for his crimes, with the promise that each day, an eagle would descend and tear out his liver, and each night it would grow back so his torment would continue.

Prometheus waited patiently the first day for the eagle, resigned to his fate. He did not regret what he had done for the human race, and he knew that he would shortly be free from his punishment--what was a few millennia to a god?

When Apollo had nearly reached his zenith in the sky, a lone figure approached Prometheus. There wasn't much of him, but what there was was this: a pair of fierce golden eyes, hair colored to match pulled into a braid, a mouth set in a firm line, and two metal limbs, an arm and a leg. Prometheus watched his approach curiously. "You are the eagle who has been sent to torment me?" he asked, placidly.

The young man's expression remained firm. "I am. Since you not only stole fire from the gods but alchemy as well, and since I am a student of this art, it seemed fitting that I should be the one to visit you." His eyes narrowed. "Do not doubt me because my form is unlike that of a bird's; I am indeed the eagle who was sent."

"I don't doubt you," Prometheus promised the youth, "I merely wished to confirm that you were he."

"I am so, as I have told you. And now, I must ask you to quiet yourself, so I might begin my task." Prometheus silenced his voice and watched the youth as he approached. Dark eyes observed as mismatched hands imbedded a red stone in his navel; glancing up, the eagle noticed Prometheus' interest. "This is the tool that, together with the proper markings, will allow you to heal each night. You should be thankful that you did not think to give these to humans, lest your punishment be that much more severe." Prometheus nodded, absorbing the information. His watched the youth's hands as the youth traced out arcane symbols on Prometheus' skin. "These markings tell the stone what to heal," the eagle explained without looking away, "Without these, there would be nothing to keep it in check, and I will not say what might happen if the stone were to work without boundaries." Prometheus nodded, and did not ask to know.

When the eagle had finished, he stood and looked Prometheus in the eye. "You have been very gracious in your shame. Perhaps you will escape this torture sooner than the others believe."

"You do not believe I will escape?" Prometheus asked, mildly.

The eagle smiled in return. "There is very little I believe in, Prometheus." So saying, he plunged his metal hand into Prometheus' abdomen and drew out the titan's liver; this he brought to his mouth and consumed. When nothing remained of the organ and Prometheus was gasping in pain, the eagle licked Prometheus' blood from his lips. "I will return tomorrow. Until then, rest well." And the eagle turned and began to descend the mountain again. Even through the pain he felt, Prometheus watched the eagle leave; he was to have no other companion for many, many years.

~TBC~

...Okay, I'll explain where this came from later. Right now, all I cared about was getting it written, and pencil and paper weren't cooperating, damn it. Chapter 14 of Communications is finished, and will most likely be typed up tomorrow. I'm pretty sure there's more of this and that it will also be here tomorrow. Oh, and this isn't the fic I talked about earlier that was distracting me. That's just a coincidence.

Oh, and Hawkeye would make a great Athena ^_~