The sky was raining ash, rivers of blood flowed.
Bodies of Spartans were strewn across the battlefield.
They seem to have fought against beings, you can only describe as the demons in mythology.
Ugly bodies without hair, or too much hair.
Horns growing from their skulls and red skin.
But the most defining characteristic was that they seemed in a contant state of Decay.
Not because they had died on the battlefield, but because that was their natural state of being.
Against a mountain a giant body was nailed with a spear.
It was wearing a silver armour without a helmet.
Golden curly hair
It had black decayed wings, and humanoid features.
It's eyes still open but glazed over.
His face still stuck in exrustiating pain.
The sword in his hand stuck in another giant.
In front of it another giant was kneeling.
It wore Spartan armour, and helmet.
The sword going though his armour and guts.
Amidst this carnage there was silence.
Not even crows dared to feed on the bodies.
Insects stayed away, and even bacteria couldn't survive here.
So the body's didn't decay.
This battlefield could be honderds, thousands or even millions of years old.
But it would not change, until the place of battle decayed itself or exploded.
But if you listened closely, you could hear footsteps.
Tap tap tap, a boy walked among the corpses with a solemn face.
He couldn't regonize if this was real or a dream.
It felt to real for a dream but it would not make sense for it to be real.
He could feel the cold blood, and mud mixing and spreading in between his toes.
Ash hitting his face,he could also smell the blood and rusting steel.
He was slowly making his way towards the giants.
He was getting closer, but the closer he got the farther it felt.
The jouney almost felt like a year.
But just a blink of an eye at the same time.
He was now standing next to the body, he could recognise.
"Brother" Deimos wisperd.
He could recognize Phobos immediately, once he got a good look.
Even if his face was that of a adult now, Deimos had no problem recognizing him.
What happened to you brother, why are you this miserable.
"Because you didn't follow your calling."
A chill went up Deimos back.
He had never felt this powerless, or insignificant before.
Mustering up his courage Deimos asked.
"Who are you."
"Do not fear I am but a messenger of the most high."
A men shrouded in holy light with 18 wings behind his back was looking at him calmly.
Hearing this Deimos calmed down considerably.
It was like the words of the men dictated the rules of the world.
"Come with me I have to show you something."
Not seeing a way out of this Deimos decided to follow.
He just set one step, but the surroundings totally changed.
In front of him he saw his parent being brought to a execution block.
They walked in tatterd clothes, up to the executioner.
In the middle of the square, a priest of Ares was shouting blasfemie trough the streets.
Finally a silence fell.
Today we are sacrificeing these two unbelievers to the god Ares.
Gorgo looked at the priest with disgust.
And spit at him.
"Just wait untill our son comes back."
"He will avenge us."
"Do you really think Deimos dares to go against the cult of Ares."
"Doing so will anger the people of Sparta."
"Even with all his power he can't go against the gods."
"Bring down the axe!!"
Soon two heads rolled in the square.
The people were cheering for this gruesome spectacle.
Until a solemn pressure fell upon the square.
And then everything stopped.
The people, the priest and a part of Sparta exploded.
Then Deimos saw his own adult self descending from the sky.
"I am sorry mother, father I was a lax on my people."
"I should not have left the cults to fester and infect Sparta."
Then the angel turned to Deimos.
"This should be enough for a lesson."
Deimos who was standing there with red eyes, looked at the angel.
"What happened to Medusa."
"You don't want to know." The angel awnsers.
"Show me" Deimos said.
The following thing Deimos saw was Medusa picking sea shells by the coast.
She looked to be about 16 years old.
She was humming a song, but what she didn't expect was that going to the beach this day would be a fatal mistake.
For she got spotted by Poseidon.
Who after seeing her beauty immediately, wanted to possess and defile her, like all the rapist gods of the Greek pantheon.
And so it began.
Deimos at this point in time was still in military training, and could not get out of it.
So he was not close enough to keep an eye on Medusa's safety.
But to be fair there is
Little that can threaten her in the mortal world.
Poseidon after trying the soft method a few times got impatient.
He tried forcing himself on her but medusa escaped.
She fled to a old temple of Athena.
Hoping for protection.
But there was none; Poseidon found her she was too weak to resist and got raped and afterwards murdered by Poseidon.
"Why show me all of this; is it only to make me despair."
"Knowing I can't save them." Deimos raged
"No you can change this outcome"
"God didn't give you those blessings for nothing."
"You got all the knowledge and skills to prevent this."
"Then what is the message, and why was I brought here?" Deimos asked.
"I was sent to show you your shortcomings."
"for I came here to show you what would happen to your family, and the ones you care about if you do not change your and their sinfull ways."
"This was originally Dariel's task but she had to do other work at the moment, so it has to be shown like this."
"You were chosen by God as a champion for his people, for the lost tribe of Israel, for the tribe of Judas, for Sparta."
"It is up to you to bring back the tribe to the God of their forefathers."
"To the God of Abraham Isaac and Jacob."
"Now go, knowing that you and the seed after you will be blessed to be part of his people."
Deimos eyes opend his body drenched in sweat.
[System update]
Added bloodline: Arch human: 100%
Spartan.
direct line of Adam.
New powers:
Dominion over the land and the animals.