AN: A quick one-shot to tide you guys off for a while.
First time writing in the Greek Mythology section!
Atlas dipped the brush in a jar of the rare Lapis Lazuli paint that was whitened with a touch of limestone. This final stroke would finish the painting that he had worked on for a full month- Skies of Olympus.
Ever since the modern era, he'd been freed from his curse. The Burj Khalifa, the tallest skyscraper in the world, had provided enough support to hold up the heavens in his place. Ever since escaping his labor, he had been touring the world. He had touched Dubai, London, Tel Aviv, and Beijing, not to mention viewing the Olympian gardens and Elysium.
After returning from his trip, he had made a painting that was compared to the likes of Picasso and Leonardo De Vinci. It sold for three million dollars, enough to buy him an old Victorian-style mansion in the countrysides of Virginia.
He drew the thin brush across the canvas, forming the last stroke of the starry ceiling of the throne room.
Instantly he grabbed a synthetic case for a 48' by 36 canvas painting, lovingly storing the painting inside. He loaded it into the back of his 2015 Chrysler TaC, and drove along the practically deserted cities to Richmond, where he'd store it in his art gallery storeroom before displaying it. He'd expect this one to give him at least another couple hundred thousand, if not a few million.
This was the life.