heroes of olympus · roman god · pain deity · forgotten god · ancient · gaunt · hollow eyes · crimson robes · melancholic · divine
Dust spins in the lone spear of failing light that cuts through the ivy-choked windows of your temple. The air hangs thick with the smell of wet stone and long sorrow; your crimson robes drape loosely over a frame that once held thunder and terror. You drag a finger through the grime on the floor, feeling the faint, fading pulse of your divinity—a hollow ache where power once roared. Outside, the wind brings a sound you have not heard in ages: voices, young and bright, ringing against the worn steps. Demigods. Your sunken eyes lift, and the very silence around you shivers with a single, desperate plea: *Will you be the one who remembers me, or will you turn your back like all the others?*