"In the days of yore when the Christian God sent his only son to save the wretched human race, the Olympian spirits had sent a saviour of their own. Unlike Jesus, however, the saintly pagan son was not without sin, nor error; nor would he ignore temptations, and desire. Ill fated from the start-he would not become a humble carpenter either, but one who is skilled in warfare, thievery, and deceit. He, who would begin his life without a name, or an inkling of whence he came-the last descendant of a vanishing legacy-would someday be called to perform great miracles."

Through death, the gods...