My mother once told me that Loh would always watch over me… that the gods themselves would smite or punish all who dared to harmed me or my loved ones. I’ve honestly believed those words, that I was somehow special from every other son and daughter he has had throughout his immortal life… but were was he when an invading army slaughtered thousands of people in a city I had currently resided in? Were was he when I was drugged and bleeding to death? Were was he when his daughter was killed like an animal?… were was I?…

I thought I was chosen… told I was chosen by him to make history and change the world, yet he would let me die a commoners death? No… I mean nothing to him. I am one of many, a bastard child to a immortal being who lusts for women of power and influence. I’ve never felt more mortal in my entire life…