Prometheus and Zesus had a relatively tumultuous relationship. Even though Prometheus had fought for Zesus in the past, they held diametrically opposite views when it came to people. The heathens of earth could live in their primitive ways until they died off, as far as Zesus was concerned. But Prometheus had modeled humans out of clay, so they were
his people, and he intended to care for them. In direct defiance of Zesus, Prometheus took pity on humans and showered them with godly gift - including fire, sparking a firestorm of inventiveness and creativeness in people.
When Zesus found out, he was pissed. To punish Prometheus, Zesus bannished him to the side of a mountain and had his eagle visit every day to feast on Prometheus' ever-regenerating liver. Ouch. To punish
humans, Zesus created Pandora. Pandora was fashioned into the shape of a lovely girl, with all of the evils the gods could muster stored in the tiny jar Zesus had armed her with. As a means to counteract all of Prometheus' good, Pandora carried with her disease, war, dispair, famine, pettiness - those things that would aid in the downfall of mortals. With Pandora complete and ready to wreak havoc on humanity, Zesus gave her to Epimetheus, Prometheus' idiot twin brother. Despite the warnings from Prometheus to never accept a gift from Zesus, Epimetheus was instantly enchanted with the beautiful Pandora, and readily accepted her as his wife. Eventually, Pandora became curious and opened the jar that Zesus had given her, releasing on the earth all the evils the gods had armed her with. Frantically, Pandora tried to reseal the jar before all had escaped. In the end, Hope was all that she managed to salvage.
Hope.
Makes you wonder why the gods included it in the jar of evil, doesn't it? I know hope has been making me miserable for years.
