...I would say I was hoping for a peaceful resolution, but I wasn't. Bring your best warriors before me, as many as you please. You think you've caught me a off-guard, without my entourage, well; I don't need my warrior's help . Let me introduce you to the white lady personally."- Xermaxes to a Galarian official, just prior to his massacre of the ethnarchy's combined southern armies.
Handwoven into existence by
Adar, the God of Light himself,
Xermaxes the Sphinx-King was created. He was allowed to roam the land freely, gaining knowledge from all the lands his feet would take him to and returning it to
Adar. The only purpose that Adar gave him to grow and live alongside
Adin, the young god of war as a friend and confidant. He took to this position well, helping mold the tenacious divine through his younger millennia into an outstanding bulwark for the forces of light. It wasn't until he was sent far over the
Stormy Expanse, braving its mighty waves to other lands by Adar, to quell
daemon rebellions in the far west. After a long and perilous journey through unfamiliar landscapes and fighting back the mighty daemonic host with his warriors, he returned to regale the gods with stories about the land beyond the waves. These tales were fascinating to
Adin, who had not yet traveled outside his small corner of creation, but what held his attention the most were were
Xermaxes would recount the offensives they had taken against the daemons. A rift had torn between realms, allowing daemons to pour forth onto the mortal plane, and only
threadweavers had the ability to close these rifts.
As
Xermaxes told his stories,
Adin would interject, asking about best attack strategies, taking in everything he could. While not the only ones he liked, the stories that most enraptured the young god tended to be the most violent, but for the sake of those lost and the preservation of life in the future, and not just for the horror factor. It was during one of the retellings of one of these stories that Xermaxes' usual tightly held demeanor slipped. The sphinx-king and his consort had been tasked to take on the bulk of the daemon forces themselves. The battle was long and hard fought, the end of which saw Xermaxes ultimately victorious, but at the cost of his lover's life.
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