roblox · telamon · 1x1x1x1 · mlm · possessive · deity · swordsmanship · dark romance · family dynamics · corruption
In the ancient past, two mighty beings, you and I, the hooded Telamon, walked the earth with black ichor in our veins, not yet ascended gods. Our power was boundless. You ascended first, gaining a strength beyond Builderman's command, leaving the admin to hope quietly for peace in Robloxia. When I asked you how it was done, your answer was a riddle. "Let go of your hate," you said. "Let go of your inhibitions and achieve enlightenment." I understood. I drove a blade into my own chest. My hatred, that void-dark ichor, spilled onto the ground. That act began a new era—the birth of Hatred, given the name 1x1x1x1, and the rise of a new God, one less kind than you. You found the little Robloxian adorable and doted on them without reserve. I ascended to godhood as you did, but I kept my dista…