In the times when the gods still walked among mortals, Darman was born of a union that defied the laws of Olympus. His father, Klymenos, was not merely a man, but a forgotten Titan, exiled for daring to challenge Kronos. His mother, Aletheia, was a priestess who carried in her voice the echo of Apollo’s own lyre.

From Klymenos, Darman inherited the unbreakable strength of stone and storm; from Aletheia, the wisdom to see truth hidden even beneath shadow. Yet their love was not celebrated by the immortals. Zeus, fearing that Darman might grow to rival even Heracles, condemned his parents to live apart—Klymenos chained in the caverns beneath the earth, and Aletheia wandering without rest across the seas.

Still, their story lived on in whispers. In every song sung by fishermen at dusk, in every tale told by grandmothers at the fire, the myth of Darman’s parents endured: a love strong enough to anger the heavens, and a bloodline destined to carve a path through both ruin and glory.