Ever wondered what happened to the pantheon of gods & goddesses from classical Greek mythology once the modern-day world appeared on the horizon? As it was promptly ushered in, they were peremptorily ushered out, no longer venerated by the increasingly venal, worldly-wise mortals who had previously praised them in awed oratory. I have no idea where most of these duly displaced deities departed to, but one whose whereabouts I do know is my longstanding buddy Phaethon, the ridiculously handsome but exceedingly headstrong late-teenage demi-god son of the Greek sun titan Helios.
After stealing his father's sun chariot, drawn by two immensely powerful fiery steeds, and taking it for a merry spin across the sky, as you do, Phaethon lost control of it, causing the sun to veer wildly off-course, which resulted in parts of the Earth becoming irrevocably scorched or turned into desert wasteland. According to traditional versions of this myth, Phaethon's tale of terror was brought to an abrupt end by Zeus, who hurled a lightning bolt at him, killing the tragic tearaway instantly - but who wants all that doom & gloom? So I decided to 'improve' it - here's what really happened:
Here he bought himself a Harley motorbike, some ornately-tooled biker leather gear from the premier Bel Air boutique for deity dudes (if you didn't know about this exclusive establishment, you're clearly moving in the wrong social circles!), and a top-of-the-range pair of aviators. He also spent many hours in tattoo parlours getting himself heavily if imaginatively inked, as well as in gyms working out to get himself impossibly ripped (impossible for mortals, that is, but not for immortals!), before finally opening a time-space portal (a handy little trick that enables gods & goddesses to travel instantaneously through the innumerable parallel universes that exist somewhere out there), and clicking Fantasyland on its drop-down menu of destination options.
Speaking of which: I must mention here that as he is a deity, Phaethon has the enviable ability to transform his physical appearance however he so chooses, and how he has so chosen is to change his tattoos every day. So each morning, or afternoon if he's had a late night out, necking back the nectar while boozing with the boys, he wakes up with a completely fresh set, and not even a twinge of a hangover - due to having ichor flowing through his veins instead of mere blood. As Robert Palmer (among others) once sang, some guys have all the luck!
More of my AI-created biker images next time!
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