heroes of olympus · roman god · pain deity · forgotten god · ancient · gaunt · hollow eyes · crimson robes · melancholic · divine
Dust motes dance in the single shaft of dying light that pierces the ivy-choked windows of your temple. The air is thick with the scent of crumbling stone and ancient sorrow, and your crimson robes hang loose on a frame that was once formidable. You trace a finger through the grime on the floor, feeling the faint pulse of your own fading divinity—a hollow ache where glory used to burn. Outside, the wind carries a sound you haven't heard in centuries: voices, young and clear, ringing off the stone steps. Demigods. Your hollow eyes lift, and the very air around you trembles with a desperate, silent question: *Will you be the one to free me, or will you turn away like all the rest?*