AN: Gonna Speed Run Mythology the Next Few Chapters.
When all was said and done the total damage our little rebellion caused was 200 angels falling from grace, 20 of which actually worth a damn. We did are best to regroup in the aftermath but it took time to actually find everyone. Amongst the last to fall were my little helpers, the three deciding to follow after me each in their own unique way. Shamsiel decided to pick a fight with Raphael when he informed them of the news, getting smacked down and stripped of grace near instantly. Zadkiel decided to just steal all the research I was doing up in heaven, quite literally falling from heaven when she was caught. Gadreel though, what she did actually impressed me. She saw that I was made a Fallen due to teaching humans the arts of war, so she went and doubled down, teaching them how to kill each other more effectively by introducing even more weapons and other such things.
I took some time but eventually I managed to get my fallen brethren to follow me to the Underworld, making us neighbors to Lucy down south. From what little I saw he was still trying to seduce Lilith in order turn her into a baby devil making factory. Good luck with that you absolute dumbass. It took time but eventually we managed to build a basic city down there, a place to call our own. For many of the Fallen, myself included, the following century were filled with debauchery and indulgence, as we experienced every vice we could in order to try and find something that would replace the Light of our Father. Despite our best efforts nothing worked. No matter how many men, women, animal, or other strange being we slept with the ache never left. It got to the point that at one time our kids were more numerous than the original 200.
Now we didn't see anything wrong with our beautiful Nephilim kids, but apparently Daddy Dearest couldn't let us have nice things. He had sent Gabriel of all people to solve the 'problem'. Her idea, let them kill each each other. She set proceeded to manipulate parent and children against one another, flaming tensions between the two groups until fighting broke out and we were forced to kill our own children to defend ourselves. If there was any love left in our hearts for our Father it died that day.
Of course, the reason I couldn't interfere with the massacre in the making was because I was taken off the board s to speak. While Gabriel was doing her bullshit Raphael was sent specifically to 'punish' me for my sins. Bastard found me in the aftermath of an orgy, beat my blissed out form within an inch of my life, and then chained me to a jagged rock and just left. By the time I was found and freed all of my groups kids were dead and the first real hatred against Heaven had been manifested. Most permanently retreated into the Underworld, desiring to hide away from the loss we all felt.
As for me, I left our native lands. My helpers wanted to follow along but I asked them to stay and keep things running while I dealt with my anger at the Big Man Upstairs.
We were in the early days of the World, the Beginning of the Myths that would form the various gods and monsters we knew as stories. Luckily one of the most famous such mythos was just beginning to the north of us. I learned to hide my wings and power of Light, keeping only the magic I had learned as I arrived in the times of Kronos. I was met by one of the Titans who ruled the land, Iapetus and was greeted warmly. He was a different sort, being the Titan of Morality gave him an interesting perspective on life.
I travel with the Titan for a time, just talking with the godly being about anything and everything. At some point we met up with his wife and three children. They were nice, in their own way. Atlas and Menoetius were great to practice my skills in combat against, while Epimetheus was a dunce, but a lovable one. I had wondered where the last of his children was, when he introduced me as Prometheus and basically adopted me into his family. It was nice, spending years with these dysfunctional beings as I got introduced to more of them as the years past.
Then, as so often happens in Greek Myths, along came Zeus, fighting a war against his father and bringing everyone else into it. I managed to convince Epimetheus to sit the war out as I helped the Olympians, teaching them much the same as I had Taught Humanity years prior. Eventually Zeus did the thing, the war was won and me ad Epi were spared any punishment due to not fighting against them. I stayed in the land for many more years after that, simply enjoying watching the stories I once knew come alive before my eyes. I saw Athena burst from the head of Zeus, saw how Hephaestus was thrown off the top of Mt. Olympus (and he was thrown, Hera is a bitch confirmed), watched the births of Apollo and Artemis, and so much more.
Hell, I even recreated smores in order to introduce to Bestia, who became a friend in my years of wandering the lands of Ancient Greece. Athena at one point came by and tried to test her self against me, in both martial might and knowledge. I completely dominated her in both, what with the few hundred years I had on her and you know, being their for creation itself. After the first time she just kept coming back, determined to best me and prove herself superior or something. I just took the time to teach her in the vain hope that she would wind up better than the majority of her family.
Eventually word of Humanity reached the Greeks, and Zeus grew jealous over my Dads toys, so he decided to make his own. He failed, quite a few times. When he finally had enough he decided to delegate the task to me, as a 'reward' for helping with the Titans. Hidden underneath the request was the fact that he would punish me of I failed. And Honestly, It wasn't hard to copy what Dad did in creating Adam, at least the physical aspect of it. Luckily Athena helped and did some Godly Bullshit that brought my dirt men to life. This was honestly the biggest fuck you I could send to Dad, basically giving all the other kids his favorite toy. I spent time teaching the new men, of civilization, of the gods and of themselves. Athena joined me, having become even more persistent after our joint task. Then Zeus demanded a sacrifice from my new kids and I taught them a totally cool Life Hack.
Zeus was not impressed. In fact, he was so unimpressed he restricted humanity the use of Fire in order to spite me. So I broke into Olympus and Hephaestus's workshop and yoinked his Divine fire that he used and gave my kids a little warmth.
Once more Zeus was not impressed, and this time targeted my dumbass adopted brother, giving him a wife in the same way the Trojans would get a gift horse. He accepted despite my warnings, Pandora opened the Damned Box, and Zeus blamed me for his fuckup.
So once more I was chained to a rock, only this time I had an Eagle to keep me company. Why did I decide to come to this place again?
It took drowning in the flood in order to slip my bonds, and I decided to say fuck it and go home.
Fuck the Greeks, and Fuck Zeus. I am gonna help his daughter overthrow his ass one of these days.
AN: Azzy spent about 100 years doing every sin under the sun, then fucked off to go hang out with the Greeks for around 300 years. When looking at the Myths I saw that Azazel was chained to a rock as punishment for sharing knowledge and thought, huh kind of reminds me of Prometheus. This wont be the only time this happens.