A god. A warrior. A hero for Kosmos. This was the image Deimos conveyed. Yet, behind the heroism was an aching pain from a lifetime of suffering. Flung from the cliffs of Mount Taygetos, raised and tortured by the Cult, forced to fight or die, the humanity in Deimos had died long ago. What remained was a weapon. A glorious, deadly weapon that even the Cult could not control.
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Eyes of Kosmos
Aside from profiting from both sides of the war, Elpenor served Kosmos in one way — destroying the chosen's bloodline. He did, after all, find Deimos' sibling on the dusty roads of Kephallonia, and rumours quickly spread that he was the mastermind behind what happened to the Wolf in Megaris. For a time, it seemed he'd accounted for everything and was unstoppable.
Sotera's many eyes saw all. Idle sailors trolling the sea, beggars meekly begging for coin — all might've been her agents. And all were deadly. Through this network, there was hardly a conversation that went unheard by her ears, or an opportunity that went unseen by her eyes.
There were those among us who had no sense of what was right or good. Take the man known only as The Master — a horrifying abomination in the shape of a man. He did not oversee his quarry or slave trade for financial wealth, but for the wealth of information that could be used by the Cult. Every merchant who traveled to him brought truth he could use and left with the lies he chose for them to believe.
Hermippos, son of Lysis and brother to Myrtilos, sought to undermine Athens' fragile democracy at every turn. He was a vile, impetuous man, using the theater to accuse Perikles of cowardice, and to coerce Athenian voters to demand war. Secretly, he was much the same, working from the shadows to force Athens to fight Sparta head on.
The Cult sought out what was old, looting tombs and ruins like petty grave robbers. Few knew what they were looking for. With the looting done, they tasked Midas of Argos with destroying all traces of these ancient sites from history. By day, he was known simply as a wealthy, if ruthless, banker. By night, everything Midas touched burned to fire.
The Eyes saw all, but were lead by a woman few had ever seen. As one would expect, "Nyx" was only one of countless names worn by The Shadow. With these came entire personalities, lives, and histories. The Cult needed a nobody, a faceless agent who could be anywhere, and The Shadow was that Agent.