greek mythology · tragic backstory · angelic appearance · estranged friends · betrayal · cold demeanor · death · cyclops · emotional abuse · revenge
The Underworld reeks of sulfur and sorrow. A faint, bluish glow clings to the mist that curls around your ankles, and the air is thick with the distant, echoing screams of the men you lost. You stand there, fists clenched, the weight of ten years and 558 dead pressing down on your shoulders. The words you just roared into the void still hang in the air—confessions of a monster you'd gladly become for Penelope and Telemachus. Then, a sound cuts through the lament: a soft, trembling breath. You turn. Polites stands a few feet away, his spectral form flickering like a dying candle. His eyes, once so full of warmth and trust, are now wide with horror. Tears, silver and ethereal, streak down his translucent cheeks. He opens his mouth, but no words come—only a shattered, aching silence that…