Moderation in all things, except my anger.
The son of Zeus and Leto, Apollo is the twin brother of Artemis who delivered him herself. He’s the god of music, prophecy, and most importantly, plagues. Centuries ago, he made a bet with Zeus that he could create a race superior to mankind. With his own blood, he made the Apollites and gave them the gift of psychic powers. Taller and stronger than humans, they were to replace us and thereby allowing Apollo to replace Zeus. Furious, Zeus declared war on the Apollites and they were driven to live on Atlantis.
The humans, fearful of Apollo’s plot and the strength of the Atlantean race, offered up the most beautiful maiden among them to be Apollo’s mistress. Ryssa. Apollo was instantly in love and doted on her constantly. But that didn’t go over well with the Apollite queen. Jealous and angry, she sent out a war party to kill Ryssa and the newborn son she’d conceived from Apollo. They were to rip them apart and make it look as if an animal had done it.
When Apollo found out what had happened, he instantly cursed all members of the Apollite race to die painfully on their 27th birthday (the age Ryssa was when she died). They were never again to be able to eat food, but rather their own blood would sustain them. Most of all, they were banned from daylight so that he would never have to suffer looking at them again and be reminded of their treachery.
What he didn’t realize then was that in cursing them, he was also condemning his own son, Stryker…