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❝In a world long ago of monsters and gods lived the Greek Gods, they ruled the earth with their own determination of right and wrong. Wreaking havoc amongst mortal lives and living as they please. Zeus, the god of the heavens and the sky, the King of Olympus the worst of them all, he paid no respect to any other being mortal or otherwise. His actions angered Delphi, his infidelity and disrespect incurred her wrath on not only him but his fellow gods as well. She cursed them to stay in time, for all the eons of hurt they caused she stopped time for them.❞
❝The events of the past are now hidden in the mythology books and now in a time of monsters in the guise of humans they are freed. The curse is broken and they are free to roam the earth once more. With their powers limited and tensions brewing between the gods war seems to be on the brink of existence. Zeus, Poseidon and Hades the ever quarrelling siblings face the brunt of the frustrations with Poseidon and Hades pointing fingers at Zeus. The brothers split and their followers on Olympus followed suit.❞
❝On the eve of the winter solistice came the cry of two children, siblings who lost their mother. Cries of children begging for their fathers to help to do something to bring her back but that’s all there was. Children of Hades and Zeus, half siblings born to the same mother who now lay in their hands colder than ice. There was no following thunder clap or the sounds of horses, only wails of children filled the night sky. They swore that day to make the gods rue the day they turned their backs on the siblings, working from ground up the two renounced Olympus and the lives of heroes and built their own empire. They built the mightiest crime empire South Korea had ever known, Dragona.❞
❝They say you should never work with family and in their case nothing could be truer. The hatred between their fathers seeped down into the two and too soon it was near impossible to work together. Suspicions raised and it seemed like Dragona would fall before they worked out their differences and thus the repeat of history. Omertà and Venetius were born from the ashes of Dragona, led by one sibling each they became the harshest of rivals fighting for dominion over terrain and respect. Dragona spoke of power born from loyalty and family. Omertà and Venetius spoke of power born from fear and a hatred as old as time.❞