Creator

<I>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.</I></p><P>Through death the gods gave him life.</p><P>In his quest to create a heaven on earth Daedalus Rufus becomes a mortal god to the people. He turns misery into bliss and doldrums into merriment and games.</p><P>Like Alexander the Great the gods favor Daedalus Rufus. But as with all the illustrious names that march into the abyss he has also been cursed.</p>