Alexo sat in his small home, still no furniture inside.
He had not left for weeks, his muscular frame barely changing at all.
His hair and beard grew to obscure most of his head, more hair covering his torso and limbs.
He had his eyes closed, sleeping in a hunched over seated position.
The ground began to shake.
The entire island shivering and shuttering.
His eyes slowly opened, full of determination and willingness to fight.
The sky became blood red, lightning firing out with the only clouds appearing black, scattered throughout while the sun was barely visible through the ocean of red.
The screams of the villagers filled the island, none of them understanding what was happening around them.
Alexo left his home, staring out while able to hear the ocean violently crashing against the remnants of the ship and the shore.
From the sky, a pillar of fire shot down to the planet, with silhouettes clearly visible racing down.
Once the fire disappeared, the water began to crash more and more, other figures marching up the beach and past Alexo's home.
Alexo just stared and watched.
A figure walked with wings extending from their back, large and covered in white feathers dripping water. His body was covered in a toga like outfit that seemed to be combined with armor, impenetrable fabric that allowed for freedom of movement. They shook all of the drops off before retracting into his back. A metal trident appeared from nothing in his hand while he continued to march.
Surrounding him were humans, dressed in elaborate golden armor that somehow shined and twinkled in the dark light of red bathing over them. They all had piercing blue eyes, almost glowing in the cloud of crimson.
At the edge of the village on the other side stood another figure. His own wings retract back into his body. His body was covered in black armor, scorched and burned. A massive sword that made trees look like twigs. His eyes were a piercing green.
Around him were twisted demons, covered in spike with sharp claws for hands and feet. Massive mouths full of jagged and sharp teeth ready to rip apart whatever flesh they could find.
"The disrespect you have shown me can not go unpunished!" The one covered in armor shouted.
The one in the toga chuckled. He didn't respond as he entered the village. The villagers ran to him.
"Poseidon! We need you to protect us!" One shouted as they reached out to touch his arm.
Poseidon looked down with a disgusted face, suddenly impaling them with the trident as the villagers all screamed in fear.
He threw the body against the nearest house, blood and guts splattering everywhere.
The villagers began to run around wildly, panicked and fearful while Poseidon nodded.
His army of men charged forward, revealing swords, tridents, and spears they used to kill any living thing they came across.
Outside the village, the other God smirked as he watched on.
"Go on...join in the fun." He said.
His demons howled and screeched, racing down and smashing through the walls of homes.
Buildings crumbling down and crushing the Humans without remorse or care.
The Demon warriors and Human warriors finally began to fight each other, very few humans left to watch on from hiding.
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Alexo
FantasyIn Ancient Greece, there are hundreds of stories telling of heroes and monsters. Gods and Demons. But one has been lost to time, erased from history due to the circumstances surrounding his existence and his gifts.
