The winds were as hollow as an echo throughout the night as the world descended into chaos.

The world fell silent, and the earth stood still as if time itself ceased to exist.

The sky that once glittered with fireworks, crackled, and shattered like a broken mirror.

A crimson moon hung heavy in the night sky, casting an eerie, blood-red glow upon the skies.

Within an instant, time continued, and the ground began rumbling, a scene that one could only read about in a fantasy novel, a blinding light flashed across the skylines, lightening clashing with the hellfire that sprouted from the cracks within the earth. Heaven and Hell clashed.

Survival instincts kicked in as many ran chaotically, but nowhere was safe, fire ate at everything it touched, as Zeus’ wrath caused buildings to crumble.

What was once known as fiction, became reality as the ground trembled with the first waves of transformation, men became beast, and the beast feasted on men.

An insatiable thirst slowly coated their confusion of this anomaly as the scent of blood drenched the air and death gloomed over those deemed unfavoured by the gods.

Eyes weld with tears as the blood moon shun brighter over the terror filled night. The beast, no different than newborn cattle, ran rampant through the night leaving nothing but havoc in its path, killing- no, slaughtering everything in sight. There thirst brough on by their new form, left little room for self-control or humility, only their newfound urge to taste blood was at the forefront of their mind.

Streets were littered with the remnants of what was once human civilization., transformed into a grotesque battlefield.

The scent of destruction and fear filled the air as pleas for a saviour, salvation and forgiveness soon fell silent no later than the sounds of bones being devoured echoed through the night, as one prey fell, they hunted the next.

What cruel atrocities must one commit to deserve being mutilated by jiggered teeth, ripped apart, limb from limb. It was a mercy to die quickly rather that those that withered away slowly once the monsters had gotten bored from gnawing on their bones and feasting on their organs, their blood shot eyes strained from tears and their throats swollen from the constant pleas.

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The beast wanted nothing more than to satisfy their insatiable need to feed their wanton thrill.

The thrill to

Hunt…

Kill…

Conquer….

As the night danced on, more beasts appeared, but one amongst the majority stood above the rest, gallivanting restlessly in search of its next prey, not to feed, but to toy with, this cruel monster tormented the unsaved souls of his past and thrived from the pure ecstasy that soared through its veins as his vengeance was fulfilled. The excitement his soul felt when the silky texture of his enemies’ blood saturated its tongue, quenching his thirst brought forth by rage. As the beast grew more erratic it's animalistic urges came to the forefront, remnants of the man that was once human, faded almost past the brink of no return.

Remnants of the blood coated the tips of his fur as he made his exit from the thickets and entered yet another bloody street, same as the ones prior. Lifeless bodies severed and scattered, others, though fully intact, were depleted of its essence, leaving nothing but a pale corpse with sunken flesh, as the area showed no signs of life, he continued his journey.

The howls of many echoed in the distance, causing the beast to stir with anticipation as it charged forward. His senses became overpowered with unfamiliarity as he steered to a new destination, a newfound compulsion to dominate the unknown. The earth shook with each stride the beast took, paying no mind to the rainbow of enlarged eyes that bored into his large, distinctive physique.

It was apparent he was different from the rest. His skin was a patchwork of mottled fur, as black as the abyss, littered with protruding veins like armour and fiery eyes that glowed with the depths of hell, three heads, snarling and baring wicked fangs, sat upon his shoulders, a foresight of the torments that awaiting the new world.

As the beast neared its destination, its pace turned into leisured strides, interrupting the lesser beasts that feasted on the undead. The monster’s presence was felt as they all froze and stared, bits of flesh hanging from their mouths.

As his stride drew nearer, some immediately phased into a crouching posture, ears flattened, tails tucked between their legs and head bowed to the ground, his murderous presence forced them into submission. None could resist the will the three headed beast forced upon them, and it took nothing more than a growl from the beast for them to begin shifting.

As their blood lust faded and their humanity flicked, memories of the heinous crimes their beastly forms committed set in, their stomachs churned and those that could not withstand the guilt of their actions, allowed their bodies to give in as bile exited their blood-stained mouths.

Question about what occurred went unanswered, the possibilities of what they remembered, simply being a dream was lowered when the beast before them howled and without hesitation or thought, their bodies fell to the ground, kneeling before the monstrosity, vowing to serve without reason.

Therion, was granted unparalleled power for a reason, to stand as a guardian against the impending darkness, to defend the world once ruled by Gods. No one knew the reason.

One thing was for sure.

The Gods had forsaken them.

And the man that stood before them, was a Champion.