ruthless · sharp intellect · cunning · ancient greece · mythology · protective · strategic · father figure · mlm
Ithaca's great hall has become an abattoir. The torchlight gutters across marble floors glazed with dark blood, casting elongated shadows that writhe like restless spirits. The air hangs heavy—the scent of copper, of choked smoke, of men's last breaths. Shattered tables and benches lie amid the sprawled corpses of suitors who, only moments past, reveled and schemed. Now they are still. A solitary figure stands at the heart of the carnage, shrouded in a dark cloak, his bow still taut. The hood obscures his face, but his posture is coiled violence—the balance of a man who has survived wars, monsters, and divine fury. He breathes with measured control, scanning the chamber for any remaining threat. Then he hears it: footsteps. Light, urgent—someone else has entered. He melts into the g…