June 9524 B.C.

He'd been King for the last 3 years, and while Didymos was thriving, it was still not without it's tribulations. Knowing he was truly alone.

Finally there was respite from the damned Gods and Goddesses of both Atlantis and Olympus. The headaches and constant raging in his mind had silenced- the reason... well he was certain of.

He still though slept with his guard up, still watched himself around the other Politicians who he knew were predators but... to his advantage they for once couldn't do anything... With the all the soldiers respect he earned...

Never in his life had he been so grateful his father had pushed so hard for him to train as a "man" when he had been a child.

Styxx sighed as he entered his bedroom, having pushed past the few maids who had tried to work their way into his bed again. Just when he thought he could relax... did Styxx feel that familiar unnerving magical energy...

"What now?" Styxx said to himself under his breath.