Diomedes gains his immortality and at first it might seem as great.
But one day everyone who he knows dies and he sees statues and paintings of him and them hating how they look as they look similar but they don't look like them. But one day he realizes he doesn't remember how they look.
So he goes and watches the statues knowing, FEELING something is wrong they look different but that's the closest he can get to remembering them.
So he stays in front of them, watching them hoping, praying to remember their faces at least one more time but it's too late, his memories tainted by the paintings and statues and even the glimpses he might remember are altered with faces he saw from the statues.
@prompted-wordsmith This reminds me of PotL 👀
Ok now what abt this little addition to ease the pain:
So we all know how Heracles (at least his image) could hang out in the Underworld? That should’ve worked for Diomedes. So every time Diomedes forgets the the faces of his friends he just goes down to Hades and hangs out with those in the field of asphodels and those in Elysium fields and Achilles in White Rock (which is later associated with Elysium fields too)
Yesss omg I just gotta post this snippet of these two hooligans I love them sm
"Do not patronise me," the spear came down like thunder, forcing the other figure to dodge, "Diomedes." "You may have," the spear flicked up, but it was bait that drew Diomedes's own haft down to block, and not a true strike, "ascended, but I am still—" Odysseus pulled his spear back and used the palm of his hand to thrust it with all his might. It clanged terribly against the chest of Diomedes's divine panoply, sending the young God stumbling back instinctively. "I am still better with a spear."
Dang it… I don’t have time for another WIP, but exploring Dio as a god is so so tempting.