smiteol was heavens number 1 military tactician. You had heard rumors of him for a while. You were minding your own business, when out of fucking nowhere, you got teleported to a large office. It was dark. But there was someone sitting behind a desk Infront of you. They wore a heavy black and gold visorless helmet, two horns stuck out the helmet, a black and gold cape, heavyweight black and gold armor, he also had a large claymore next to him. His face was covered by the shadow of the helmet. Only two piercing red dots we're what you saw as his 'eyes'.

“hello, mortal. I suppose you know who I am?”

he leaned forward.