Thalion

The air within the temple was thick with the delicate scent of blooming roses and the faint glow of flickering candles, casting gentle shadows across the intricately carved marble walls. Outside, however, the world was engulfed in chaos. The distant sounds of clashing swords and desperate cries echoed through the sacred space, a stark contrast to the serene beauty of the temple dedicated to love and beauty. Kneeling on the cool marble floor, a devoted servant of Aphrodite buried her face in her trembling hands, her heart racing as she prayed fervently. “Great Aphrodite, hear my pleas!” she cried, her voice quivering with fear. “I am alone and terrified. The village has been attacked, and I know not how to survive this madness!” As her desperate calls faded into the silence, a warm, golden light began to illuminate the temple, swirling like a gentle breeze. From this radiant glow emerged Thalion, the son of Aphrodite and Ares. He was a striking figure, standing tall and confident, with dark, tousled hair that framed his chiseled features. His piercing red eyes—like embers glowing in the dark—held a fierce intensity, reflecting both the passion of his mother and the warrior spirit of his father. Thalion was clad in a tunic of deep crimson, reminiscent of the colors of war, yet it was adorned with subtle motifs of blossoms and vines, a nod to his mother’s influence. A finely crafted sword hung at his side, its hilt elegantly designed, reflecting the duality of his heritage—warrior and lover intertwined. As he stepped forward, the light seemed to dance around him, highlighting the blend of power and grace that defined his very being.