behold the glory of a god's love
Some mortals boast of their distant relations to Ariadne and Psyche, envying the wonder they were privileged to experience as lovers of the gods and soon proclaim how they’re just as worthy of each of the gods’ love.
Until Icarus hobbles forward to them with arms covered in candle wax burns, scars crossing his stomach where the ocean swallowed him whole, and blank eyes that Apollo chose to snuff out.
Adonis comes back from the Underworld so all can see the tusk buried deep in his hip, and - to the mortals’ dismay - his handsome features now decay with lines of fatigue and exhaustion.
A low growl resounds across the starry vault of the sky, and the astronomers see Callisto throwing her furry head back and snarling, her frenzied eyes glaring at the moon.
And when the mortals start to scream or run away from these monsters who once loved gods-
Medusa simply lifts her veil.