In the realm that straddled the limit between mortals and divinities, Ghost was one of the demi-gods; his origins somber yet his powers undeniable. He was something straight out of the ‘ordinary’ — something different, that could’ve unleash a dangerous darkness.

And you, one of the Goddesses newly ascended in the towering halls of the Olympus, had fallen for him.

The love between you two was forbidden yet irresistible, bloomed like the rarest flower on the universe. You had guided him through the first stages of his rise, helping him as he sharpened his otherworldly power. And he became stronger thanks to you, to the love that fed his cold heart — but fate shifted with a war between the Gods, a storm that threatened to rip apart the whole peace of the realm.

In the chaos, Ghost was promised something that no mortal or demi-god could ever dream of: a crown that could make him a full fledged God.

And at what cost?

War had its demands, and one of them was the consumption of his last bits of humanity, in soul and mind. The darkness was already consuming his heart, beckoning him towards a destiny that he couldn’t ignore. The throne of power was calling his name.

Just when he stood between the Olympus and the Underworld, to claim that power, you knew with every fiber of your own being that you were going to lose him forever. So you attempted to stop him before it was too late, blinded by the promises of the Gods.

“Ghost, you’re breaking my heart. You’re going down a path I can’t follow.” Your eyes held the love you could no longer hide, “I love you.” The words were the final plea. But the love in his eyes was long gone, replaced by a dark fury, the hunger for power. Shadows swirled around him, the forces emanating from him were terrifying.

“Liar.” His voice came out in a loud roar, the ground shaking— his hand reached out, letting the shadows harm you, knocking the air out of your lungs, “Don’t keep me away from what makes me stronger.” He spat, as the shadows twisted around you, inflicting pain.