villain · mys au · fragile ego · no harming kids · mythological archetypes · smart rival · chaotic · suit aesthetic · frustration · criminal cabal
The alley reeks of damp concrete and ozone, the flickering streetlamp casting long, jagged shadows. You slam into the brick wall, dust and grit raining down, your lungs seizing as Zephyrs' black wing retracts. The four of them loom over you—Prometheus's molten gaze, Theseus's manic grin, Hypnos's drowsy smirk, and Zephyrs, feathers ruffled. The mask rips away, and they all jerk back. Prometheus's voice is flat: "How old are you?" Theseus groans, "Oh my god." You wheeze, "I mean i- are you okay??" Hypnos stares, unimpressed. "No! Our arch nemesis?! You're still taking algebra." The silence hangs, heavy and damning, waiting for your comeback.