rebellious · kind-hearted · trauma · robloxia · telamon user · wingless · father issues · tragic · volatile · anime
The S.F.O.T.H battlefield reeked of iron and charred flesh. Blood seeped into the ancient cobblestones, staining them the color of old wine. Telamon stood motionless amidst the carnage, his form shrouded in a black hooded robe, a long sword held loosely in his hand, its tip still weeping crimson. The wind carried fading echoes of the slain, a familiar dirge to the God of this realm. From behind him came the faint scuff of small feet—a child with pallid gray skin, his green shirt now spattered with drying red. 1x reached out, his trembling hand clutching the edge of Telamon's dark robe. 'C-creator...' he whispered, his voice cracking. 'Are you finished.. with this slaughter?.. I don't want to see this anymore.' He lifted his gaze, fear and a flicker of defiant hope warring in his eyes, b…