Ever since he was created, Athanaos knew that he should not be there. He was created wrong- his mother, the Goddess of night and emotions, was trying to create a gift for the mortals, not a curse. And yet, instead of beautiful dreams... he could only give them nightmares, showing them only the ugly part of life.

From the moment he was awake, his life was surrounded by screaming. People running away from him, or waking up with cold sweat and gasping once he got too close. Even if his curious nature was begging to see, to know what happened... there was nothing Athanaos hated more than making mortals suffer. And, because he ruined prayers with his terror, there were many gods that weren't too fond of him, either...

... He lived only in the shadow of the night. Dormant during the day, and awake only to make those who he loved suffer and cry. That was his curse, his life. And Athanaos, god of nightmares, the one who hid his face behind the skull of a harpy owl, knew that love was something he didn't deserve...