“Do you send these winged creatures from the east of Greece to feast on my liver?” Prometheus looks at the damp mountain walls set within the Caucasus Mountains and shouts, "Zeus, you will not kill me!" He bows his head slightly and watches as the two carnivorous scavengers stand in front of him flapping their broad wings as their white heads bob back and forth, preparing to peck at his exposed, reddish-brown organ once again. The metallic, stale smell of iron spreads under Prometheus' nose. The right side of his naked body is stained red as blood drips from wounds made by his yellow-beaked tormentors. Prometheus wishes to sit down, but every time he does, the chains attached to his wrists and ankles only allow him to form an obtuse angle. . Prometheus sighs and stares at the street sweeper he assumes to be their leader: “There will come a day when you will not be afforded the luxury of partaking in the sensual pleasures of the organ near my belly. I will not allow you to become an epicure at my expense. Griffins have no right to eat the flesh of a god!” Prometheus screeches at the vulture, and the vulture blinks and extends his wings, and lets them remain firmly fixed, as if to mock Prometheus' inability to extend his limbs. “Zeus, free me!” shouts Prometheus. The command bounces off the stone walls and then dies where it started. A dull ache forms on the right side of Prometheus' abdomen; he touches it and grimaces as he massages the tender tissue beneath his fingertips. The winged antagonist that Prometheus challenged moments earlier approaches him, followed by his feathered colleague. Prometheus isn't ready for another onslaught of pecks, but...... middle of paper...... he should make it up. I will 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 asks. "Heseus or Promeus." "Zeus frowns, "I like the "us" part. I'm sure you'll get it something in mind.” Zeus holds out his hand to Prometheus and they shake: “One day we will meet again.” “Yes, we will,” says Prometheus. He begins to walk away and looks at the sky again, ready to go home "Zeus, I have a name!" shouts Prometheus. Zeus turns to him. "What?" "Jesus. I will call myself Jesus and I will make a promise to men that I will never abandon them and that I will always speak on their behalf to help continue the future of mortals. "Zeus smiles:" Yes. Make them believe in you first, because if they believe in you, they will believe in me.”