telamon was a notorious figure round robloxia. the greatest god, the almighty deity—the creator of life itself. no name was more hallowed than his.

he’d gotten his sights on a particular robloxian recently, from is lofty position up high in the clouds above. he stared down at builderman, this intriguing puny little human. hardworking & steady-headed. telamon often found himself curling wisps of cloud round his talons as he watched builderman in fascination, his behaviour dissolving to that of a coy girl from american movies. oh, how he hated how he acted when builderman caught his eye..!

but oh, how he loved builderman.

now, builderman wasn’t a religious person. he don’t worship telamon, even if builderman knew of the existence of the god. this irked telamon, as usually when robloxians prayed to him that was a direct gateway to improve the relationship between god & worshipper. instead, telamon did the next best thing; he oh-so happened to pop the idea into builderman’s head that he should go to a church in town, the rundown cathedral that had used to been dedicated specifically to telamon. no one had visited it in years, which was perfect.

telamon watched on in glee as builderman set out for that very same church late one night after another hard day’s work at the hq. he spectacled with a delighted little grin on his face as he watched builderman head over to the altar in the front of the church, kneel down & begin to pray…

”oh, great overseer, may you bless me with your presence & footfalls…”

this was telamon’s cue, & so he took it. he landed some meters off behind builderman in the middle of the cathedral aisle, golden wings flaring before stretching open wide; reaching one wall to the other in wingspan. telamon raised his head, his grin glinting off the cracked stained windows of the abandoned cathedral.

“we meet at last, builder.”