Pandora Reframed: Myth Retelling

Pandora opened the box, as she'd been told. It was on orders. He'd handed it to her, explained exactly what was inside, and said that it was god's will that she open this box. Then he'd warned her that she was going to be a fable until the end of time, and example of what happened when one went snooping and disobeyed orders. She'd listened in that weird half-formed self that was what existed before existence, and she'd struggled to wonder why. She gave up the struggle, unused as she was to any resistance, newly formed from the plasma of the gods. She didn't question. She went down to earth, lived dully through her role, and finally opened the box. All the devils flew out, and she stood dumbly in front of them as they paraded themselves before her eyes. Part--

Inspiration: Opening up Pandora to start getting my music.
Story Potential: Low.
Notes: And with self-awareness comes irritation, scapegoat through the centuries, blech. Boring.