Zeus, Hades, Poseidon, and many others—every human has the blood of gods running through their veins, it decides their fate. But Rhys, ever since he was born, showed absolutely no abilities. But at the age of 18, when his world had given up on him, the blood that remained dormant in his veins finally awakened… …The Blood of Eros, the God of Love, Desire…and Coitus.
"My boy! Welcome back from the dead! I knew prison was not going to hold you down!"
"...Thanks."
Rhys had not even taken 3 steps out of the helicopter before he was met with Joseph's loud and very obnoxious voice. Joseph quickly pulled him away and took to all the reporters who had been waiting for him to land.
And almost immediately, Rhys was once again bombarded with questions — he did not really need to say anything, however, as Joseph answered for him.
"Now, now — the boy just got out of prison. He is very tired, so let's keep the questions to a minimum and let's keep it incredibly civil," Joseph laughed — and the reporters could really only slightly back away from his loud voice and presence—no.
The presence of the two men in front of them right now was huge, perhaps even literally. They all knew how tall Rhys was, perhaps at 6'8" now, but Joseph still physically towered over him. Are they sure these two aren't secretly father and son?