My my it seems you are all becoming junior theologians. Zero, you speculate much but you inquire little. Should you show a sincere interest in Myself, perhaps with the use of offerings, I would be inclined to enlighten you regarding My divine Self. Keep your ponderings to yourself in the mean time. Before you post a long apology, bowing and scraping, know that I detest such. Were I offended, you would know.

As for the names of my sons, Phobus and Deimus, I chose them from something quite near to me. Screams. My sons are born of screams. In the mortal tongue, they would be called most accurately, Terror and Horror. When a warrior is suddenly aware as he stands on the field of glory, that a mistake has been made, nearly invariably, I hear his scream of terror arise from the fray. Fear of the end. His second scream is that of horror, as death nears and the realization of the inevitable overtakes him. Horror and revulsion over the end.

I often use Phobus as a messenger, and Deimus quite enjoys his role as My extended hand of death. Should you find them, and they are in a talkative mood, perhaps they will speak with you about My Order or My designs on this realm. But the next person that randomly and publicly speculates on My person, is going to have a personal relationship to Phobus and Deimus.

--Aegis, God of War--

Penned by my hand on the 3rd of Ero, in the year 257 AF.