'In the nothing before the beginning there was a thought. And that thought became the beginning. The beginning became a reality. The reality formed a consciousness.' 'Perseus was by all means a bastard. He was born brother to Moros, Lord of Doom. However unlike Moros, his father was not Erebus. He was born outside the wedlock, to a partnership of Nyx and Tartarus.'
The original beings of this universe, the very forces of nature that we embrace were tricked. Tricked by the titans and forced into retreat. Slumber. Now the most dangerous of them all, Perseus, has awoken from his slumber, stirred by the events of the feud between Zeus, Poseidon and Hades, or what we call World War II.
Perseus always had what he thought was the way of beings of power. What the mortals adopted as morals. The original beings adopted those and lived by them. Perseus now reawoken in the year 1945 has learned that no matter how him and his fellow beings attempted the shape the ages of humanity, no everything turned out perfect.
Join Perseus, protogenoi of Destruction, in his attempt to right the worlds wrongs and reinstate the power of the primordials.
❝I've been falling every day
since I first met you.❞
stolen glances,
hushed whispers,
teasing breaths,
lingering touches.
𝘖𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.
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