The Not-So-Sunny Sun God [An Artemis And Apollo Story]

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It takes Six months for an immortal to lose there immortality. Six months of pure pain, and misery. Of torture and torment. Apollo had been secured in a golden net, making him as helpless as a kitten. He had no way of stopping Zeus from turning him into a mortal, a meat bag a HUMAN. He had no way of fighting back or doing anything much more than begging for mercy from the freaking KING OF THE GODS. He was powerless.Completely and utterly powerless.

Greek fire burned Apollo's usually lustrous skin black,boiling the ichor in his body and charring his skin and basically destroying his physical form. His body restored itself as fast as it burned. His godly blood dripped in pools on the ground around him. Zeus watched as his son begged for mercy and forgiveness. Zeus watched apollo's immortality drain away. He watched as Apollo's lifeforce was drained. He watched as Apollo writhed in agony. Immortality draining is a very slow, painful process if I haven't made that clear.

After the first month, Apollo had stopped trying to break free, finally deciding it was pointless to struggle. The golden net destroyed any chance he had of escaping.

The second month he had stopped trying to resist altogether.

Apollo was pale from losing so much ichor, His usually tanned skin the exact shade of milk and covered in burns. His usually vibrant and sunny eyes hollow and sunken, and filled with despair. Everything about him that made him bright, cheerful, and generally Apollolike was gone. Gone just like his sons will to continue existing. Zeus had been under the impression he had broken his son's mind, or at least something close. Occasionally, very occasionally he cried out in pain but usually he stared at Zeus, his abnormally full eyes full of pain and fear. Pure fear.

After the third month, Apollo had lost hope, nothing mattered to him anymore.

The Greek fire sent eerie green shadows across his burned and tear streaked face. Tremors wracked his body as He curled into a tight ball as he attempted to protect himself from the unrelenting blaze. The golden net dug into his flesh. He sometimes, very rarely begged for nectar and ambrosia, Zeus never gave him any, knowing it would only make things harder on Apollo. It would return some of the strength he had lost and only lengthen the process.

The fourth month marked when Apollo's immortality began draining away, despite being silent for months he begged for mercy nonstop now. Frantic and panicked as he finally realized what his father was doing. That he was going to be mortal again. Apollo's voice was scared and small. Devoid of any hope and full of the swirling darkness of fear. Sometimes he sobbed for his twin sister, Artemis. He begged her to come help him. He apologized for every grievance between them and he very obviously blamed himself for her not coming. His calls for her remained unanswered. For his pleas hit the walls of this place and never reached the Moon Goddess. She would have come to help him in a heartbeat if she had known what was going on.

Everything that made him himself was gone by the fifth month. He was no longer the god of Archery, Music and Poetry. He was simply Apollo. Apollo was unconscious now. His new, mortal physical. now in place. The Greek fire was no longer needed as he was almost fully mortal. His skin was burned horribly in some spots, and his complexion pale as milk. Zeus only started feeling guilty when Apollo first stirred, and immediately started crying out in agony. His sobs loud in the silence that was this place. It would be at least a week for his consciousness to settle in his new form, a painful process to say the least. It would eliminate memories to fit in the puny mortal form. He couldn't give him ambrosia because he was mortal, and it would only kill him. After a long week Apollo was aware, and in utter agony. The next day he found Apollo sobbing quietly, he flinched when he saw Zeus. Curling in on himself. Apollo's hands were tied behind his back, and a gag in his mouth. The golden net no longer needed. The former god couldn't teleport if he wanted to.Zeus had grown wary of his unrelenting sobs of agony. Apollo looked like a normal mortal teen, except the bruises and burns and cuts that covered his arms where Zeus had tested his blood to see if it was Ichor. It wasn't. And Apollo was completely mortal. He was soon going to be sent down to earth. Zeus tore off his sons gag, and Apollo made a whimpering noise, Zeus glared at him. Apollo visibly flinched. He then spoke. His voice was small and meek, hardly a shadow of his former self. A last prayer before he was sent to earth. "Father- I beg of you please-" Suddenly Apollo was sprawled on the ground, a dark red mark on his cheek in the shape of Zeus's hand. His eyes were wide with terror. "Father-" he started, his voice little more than a terrified whimper. Zeus growled, his smallest lighting bolt in his hand, he zapped Apollo with it, who cried out, his shrill pubescent mortal scream ringing loudly across where this was. He was begging for mercy. For Zeus to stop hurting him. After that incident Apollo was silent. To traumatized to speak. Despite this, his fear was clear as the Sun on a cloudless day. Whenever he saw Zeus he flinched back, and cowered. Like mortals used to in the good old days. He was completely silent up until he was about to be dropped down to earth, in the moment he begged for forgiveness, that his punishment had been enough. It had, but Zeus didn't know that. He didn't know how scared Apollo was. He didn't know the extent the torture had effected the former sun god. But Zeus thought he knew better, he was sure that if he granted Apollo immortality again, he would have learned nothing. That he could still disobey orders. He snapped his fingers, and the last six months became a blur to Apollo. He stumbled forward, falling off of Olympus, he screamed as flames curled around him. "Your fault. Your punishment" And the god once known as Apollo fell to earth.

The sun god falling

Brilliant flames surrounded him

No longer a god