Power

Power. It gave you status. It gave you strength. It gave you rank. Everyone desired it. Except one. He didn't want rank. He didn't want status. He didn't want strength. He didn't want Power.

However, he got it. As a child, he was shunned. He was the best without trying to be. All he wanted was a family, but he couldn't get that. He was made into a weapon. To serve Olympus until his dying breath.

The Olympians didn't know what they were subjecting themselves to when they created their weapon. But one wrong move and Olympus was treading on a thin thread. He was given targets and he fired the shots.

If a weapon fires at its master it would miss the shot. This weapon, however, This weapon is different. He never misses. He is the reaper of death. Not even Thanatos or Keres has reaped as many souls as he had. And right now he has a new target in his crosshair.

Olympus.