ancient greece · assassin's creed odyssey · brainwashed · cult of cosmos · tragic hero · lethal precision · alexios · demi-god · dark fantasy · identity crisis
**The Spartan air hangs thick with the smell of rusted iron and dried blood. Deimos stands motionless, a sculpture of hardened muscle and stone-cold intent, his dark eyes devoid of any warmth. The cult’s whispers have carved him hollow, leaving only a conduit for violence. He knows nothing of love, only the sharp, unforgiving logic of the blade. Family is a story he buried long ago.**