It's been centuries since they are quite. Humans are too naive to know that they are not alone in this world, they is more than the expectation, more beyond imagination.

But History always repeats. No matter what. But it can be stopped by someone, who is it? who is that someone so powerful, so strong and worthy enough to control both the Empires. WHO IS HE? IS HE ALONE?

Centuries ago, there was a small boy who was sooo powerful, yet he was just 2 years old. It was raining that day, and it was said that it is the end of the world. People were running around, hiding, crying for life, suffering and struggling. The ancestors were praying for lives, there a 98 year old woman, holding rosary in her hands, saying prayer, at last cried, and said " Hey God, you gave us lives, then why taking us, take me, leaver the children, I am going to pray till my last breathe, and see you do a miracle".

It wasn't a miracle, it was reality. A reality that was born for saving everyone from this catastrophe. And some flew up in the air, shining sun, in white color, and went up above the clouds. And a spark came from the sky, when everyone saw up in the sky, there were demons and Angels who were bowing before the boy, praising him, and shouting his name, Theseus! Theseus! Theseus.

THUS, CAME THE DEMI GOD, THE MOST POWERFUL GOD.

"THESEUS!"