The boulder was heavy, no doubt. However, Sisyphus had to keep on rolling it up. Tartarus was merely the jailer, the punisher, but it was Zeus who had wanted the former king to suffer.
It went on and on. At first, there was some satisfaction in it. It was almost like an old joke, although the prisoner undoubtedly did not see its humor. However, he kept on pushing up the hill, knowing full well it would be an eternal task.
Tartarus eyed his prisoners, the most troublesome ones. Dragomir and Serafina. They had proven themselves worthy of Tartarus. The game was made for people like them, willing to go through the cycle over and over.
Just like Sisyphus.
But gods and kings were something else. They had conviction and strength that Tartarus had gotten tired of. Of course, they would see
