Prometheus's Girft XVIII - Ponderments

    "Oh my," Prometheus said then finished his beer. 
    "Tis the truth," Penthesilea replied.  She re-lit her stogy.  "I first met him back in the 30 Years War.  He was a doctor even then, purportedly the best of the times.  When we shook hands I felt the heat of millions there.  His power is incredible.  But's he's strong, he refuses to use it, he had turned his back on all of the others even before The Great Lie was set in motion.  And for it I admire him, as all do who know his true story."
    "But," he said, confused.  "This is Lucifer.  He's the personification of all that is bad in the world.  What you're telling me is-"
    "He ain't what they make him out to be."  She puffed and cracked another brewskie.  "In fact, so far as I can tell he's the only one of the lot with any damned integrity.  Appearances, girl.  You of all people should know better.  The mortals slaughter themselves then blame him; how woefully convenient for Current Management."
    Prometheus stared off, thinking.  They all had their lambs of sacrifice, both mortal and immortal.  Sadly, it has always been that way (The Mata Hari tale to this day makes him weep).  But closer to home and with the likes of, say, Set?  His true yarn was well-nigh the same.  And he knew him from the last Great Convention to be an affable fellow, a jovial god amongst gods.  Cronus?  Really, his behaviour was no better or worse than Zeus's who, in turn, was no better or worse than any other deity.  And then there was Hades...  Okay.  Hades was a jerk, but the point remains.  At last he sighed:
    "I'm so confused, Penthesilea.  I just don't know what to do.  Perhaps you should just tell me what you're getting at with all this."
    "Aw, Tartarus if I know girl."  She grinned then leaned closer.  "We were just curious as to what your plan was.  But, as I can see, there is none.  Just do what you think is right, The Gang's got your back either way."  She chugged her brewskie then slammed it on the table.  She stood then barked:  "Boys!  We're finished here!  Mount up!  Time to hit the road!"
    Prometheus and Penthesilea looked around.  The rest stop was now empty and silent.  Well, save for the obvious moaning and panting and rustling of the bushes lining the area.  From somewhere unseen an Amazon gasped:
    "A few...  More...  Minutes..!"
    Penthesilea sighed then sat down.  She cracked another then toasted.  "Aye.  Looks like we have time for a few more, Prometheus!"
    Giggling, Prometheus cracked then toasted, feeling good about himself.