In 1463, a late August night, a man whose features were hidden by a cloak, which were dark as midnight, walked through the streets of London, his steps true and seemingly walking towards a target only he knew. People didn’t notice him, partly because that kind of thing was normal at that time, and partly because of the mild glamour he had gotten from Hecate.
When he finally stopped, in an abandoned alley on the southern side of the Thames, where the houses were old and worn, many of them looking about ready to collapse the moment a gust of wind hit them.
He knocked on a solid door, quite unlike any of the others in that area. He heard a voice ask who was there, and replied that it was the tailor. That was their “word of passage”, and she opened the door and threw herself into his arms. He held her close, stroking her hair lovingly even as he moved them inside and closed the door.
It was only his third visit that month, but she knew that he loved her, and never even considered the thought of him being unfaithful to her. This time, however, she had some news for him which he was quite unprepared for. She was pregnant.
He knew that if this was true, he would have to leave her soon. Though it wasn't a nice thought, it wasn't the first time for him, so he didn’t think too much about it, until the child was born. He gave the mother a box which would only open for the child, when he wished for it to, and told her to keep it safe until then.
Many years passed, and the boy was now a young man. His mother had given him the box a couple of years ago and it had contained a simple pocket watch, which magically turned into a sword when you pressed a certain button, and a letter from him.
It was a short letter, simple and to the point, which told him of his heritage. His heritage as a son of Erebus.
He had trained since then, trained much and hard. He felt ready to travel to the residence of his father, a few miles north of the current Olympus.
So he did, and his father welcomed him in his halls. The servants knew that he was a son of their master, and treated him as such. He was quite comfortable in the palace.
His father, however, knew that he wouldn’t be allowed to live there for long, and after a short while, he sent for Acantha. He sent him on a quest, a hard one, but one he thought would succeed.
He was wrong. Acantha made it almost to the artifact he was supposed to retrieve, but was overpowered by Kampê towards the end and killed.
His father felt guilty for sending him on that quest and visited him in Elysium. He said that he would revive him as a Spirit of Darkness, if he would serve him for 500 years. The other gods would have thought something was off if he hadn't required him to serve him, so he did.
Acantha agreed, but soon started to resent his father, both for sending him on that quest and for forcing him to serve for such a long time. The moment he could, he left Erebus and started travelling around the world. For quite a few years, he simply travelled around as a tourist and saw the wonders of the world, until he decided to visit that “Camp” Erebus had told him about.