“You send these winged creatures from eastern Greece to feast on my liver? » Prometheus looks at the damp mountain walls nestled within the Caucasus Mountains and shouts, “Zeus, you will not kill me!” He lowers his head slightly and watches as the two carnivorous scavengers stand before him, flapping their broad wings while their white heads swing back and forth, preparing to peck at his exposed, tattered reddish-brown organ again. A metallic and stale smell of iron floats under Prometheus' nose. The right side of his naked body is stained red as blood flows from the wounds caused by his yellow-beaked tormentors. Prometheus wishes to sit down, but each time he does so, the chains attached to his wrists and ankles only allow him to form an obtuse angle. . Prometheus sighs and looks at the scavenger he assumes is their leader: “There will come a day when you will no longer have the luxury of participating in the sensual pleasures of the organ that adjoins my womb. I won't let you become an epicurean at my expense. Griffon vultures have no right to eat the flesh of a god! Prometheus shouts to the vulture, and the vulture bats its eyes and spreads its wings, and lets them stay firmly fixed, as if to mock Prometheus's inability to extend its limbs. “Zeus, free me!” » shouts Prometheus. The command bounces off the stone walls then dies where it started. A dull pain forms on the right side of Prometheus' abdomen; he touches it and grimaces as he massages the tender tissue under his fingertips. The winged antagonist that Prometheus challenged a few moments ago advances towards him, followed by his feathered colleague. Prometheus is not ready for another pecking attack, but...... middle of paper ...... should find a solution. I'll think, "Prometheus looks around for an idea for a name but nothing inspires him," I like my name, Zeus. A few names came to mind, but they didn't sound right. » “Like what, Prometheus? Zeus asked. “Heseus or Promeus. "Zeus frowns, "I like the 'we' part. I'm sure you'll think of something. Zeus extends his hand to Prometheus and they shake: “We will meet again one day. “Yes, we will,” said Prometheus. Zeus begins to walk away and looks up at the sky again, ready to return home. “Zeus, I have a name!” shouts Prometheus. Zeus turns to him. " What ? » “Jesus. My name will be Jesus and I will make a promise to man that I will never abandon them and will always speak on their behalf to help pursue the future of mortals. » Zeus smiled: “Yes. Make them believe in you first, because if they believe in you, they will believe in me.”