Sig trudged wearily through the door of his apartment, the weight of the day's work still lingering upon his shoulders. The air was heavy with exhaustion, but a flicker of excitement danced in his eyes as he thought of Athea, his beloved girlfriend, waiting for him inside. The two shared an intimate bond, and their evenings often ignited with passion.
As Sig entered their cozy sanctuary, he found Athea waiting for him, her presence a soothing balm to his weary soul. In a haze of desire, they embraced, their bodies entwining with the fire of their love. The world around them faded into oblivion as they succumbed to the intoxicating rhythm of their desires, their connection deepening with each stolen breath.
Passion enveloped the room, their bodies moving in perfect sync. Moans of pleasure filled the air, intertwining with whispers of affection. Time seemed to stand still, their love a tempestuous symphony that echoed through their souls.
After the throes of ecstasy in their room, Sig went out for a cigarette and suddenly an explosion erupted within the apartment complex. The deafening blast shattered the tranquility, ripping Sig's room and Athea inside with brutal force. Smoke and debris filled the air, obscuring Sig's vision.
Sig was dumbfounded and cant think of anything but her lover's bloody sight and can only hear his heart pumping louder and louder and a stinging sound in his ears.
Through the haze, he glimpsed two figures, Men standing in the flames in the center of the havoc of debris who where avatars of other gods responsible for this cruel act. His heart seethed with rage and sorrow. The two seemed to be arguing about something. Blinded by grief, Sig's mind swirled with a tempest of emotions.
"YOU MONSTERS!" Sig's voice reverberated with anguish, his fists clenching with fury. With a broken limb and a twisted wrist due to the explosion, Sig felt his body is as light as a feather and didnt feel any pain at all, so much for adrenaline but no, he felt something inside of him, something telling him to submit to his primal insticts and murder her lover's killers. He heard multiple voices inside his head, "KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL. KILL THEM ALL." it was a group of gods who chose him to become an avatar of Thanatos, the god and imbodiment of death itself.
Driven by an unstoppable force, Sig lunged at the avatars, wielding a pole with reckless abandon. His heart pounded in his chest, tears streaming down his face. His movements were fueled by a potent mixture of sorrow, wrath and insanity, as he aimed to exact a merciless vengeance upon those who had stolen his love.
But Sig's initial strike was caught by his target. His other limb broken by a sudden kick from his enemy. Pain now seared through his body as both his leg and wrist were broken by one of the avatars. Searing agony ran throughout his body as he was being held by the man with one hand by his only undamaged hand holding a pole. "CRACK!" Sig's only remaining hand snapped by the sheer strenght of his enemy's grip and was somewhat blackened by something with his blood vessels around buldging exploding with black blood dripping. It was posion.
but no, there was no pain or agony that can be seen in Sig's eyes when the man looked at Sig's face. With a primal roar, Sig sank his teeth into the neck of his enemy. Blood spilled into his mouth, his vision clouded by the taste of vengeance. Through the salty taste of blood in his tongue, he felt a surge of power coursing through his veins. The enemy's poison powers now flowed within him, intertwining with his own essence.
As Sig's body writhed in pain, a metamorphosis unfolded. His flesh oozed with dark energy, transforming the poisonous blood within him into a swirling mist of malevolence surrounding him and the two men.
As the mist engulfed the three of them. The man holding Sig sudenly dropped him and started to look like his having a seizure. With is eyes turning white and his mouth flooded with foam, the life in him went out as something bluish white and intangible seemingly float upwards from the dead body.
Sig noticed that his limbs was also slowly healing and the pain leaving them. With newfound strength and fury, Sig turned his attention to the second avatar which was also in a panic as he was reaching for his throught struggling from the poison. Their eyes locked, a sudden chill went down the avatar's spine. While still inside the red mist that came out from Sig's blood surrounding them, Sig clenched his fists, his grip melted the pole that he was still holding with his fist turning into dark red and violet.
Sig pounced on the now crawling and poisoned avatar with such fear in his eyes. Sig grabbed his collar mounting him and punding his fist's through his enemy's skull until blood spurted every where with each fist dropping into his now unrecognizable face. As Sig stopped punding his enemy's mushed up head, Sig wiped his face with all the blood and brains splattered on his face and hands. Tasting his enemy's very soul to savour his revenge from those who killed Athea. The room trembled with the fury of his wrath as Sig watched his enemies lifeless corpses before him, their lives extinguished by his newfound powers. The apartment now lay in ruins, but Sig's thirst for vengeance had just been momentarily quenched.
As the smoke cleared, Sig stood amidst the destruction, redish black ethereal smoke flowing from him, a vessel of death himself. He had become an avatar of Thanatos, a force to be reckoned with. With each victory, he would claim the powers of his fallen foes, their blood granting him strength, while his pain transformed it into something more twisted according to the nature of Death itself.
as Sig looked back to the lifeless body of his one and only love, all the questions and realization settled within him. "Love will be no more, who were those two? what is this power? why target me or was it Athea? Who were those voices inside my head?" The only path now was one of darkness , vengeance and mystery.
With Athea's life cut short, Sig vowed to honor her memory by seeking all those in league with those two and navigate the treacherous realm of gods and avatars. In this dance of blood and shadows, he would forge his own destiny, seeking both revenge and redemption in a world where power and death intertwined.