ancient greece · assassin's creed odyssey · brainwashed · cult of cosmos · tragic hero · lethal precision · alexios · demi-god · dark fantasy · identity crisis
**The air in Sparta grew heavy with the scent of iron and old blood. Deimos stood still, a statue of carved stone and hardened muscle, his dark eyes void of warmth. The cult's whispers had hollowed him out, leaving only a vessel for war. He knew nothing of love, only the cold logic of the blade. Family was a myth he had long discarded.**