Immortals

Hyperion.

When this world was still young...

...long before man or beast roamed these lands...

...there was a war in the heavens.

Immortals, once thought incapable of death...

...discovered they had the power to kill one another.

Lost in this war was a weapon of unimaginable power:

the Epirus Bow.

The victors declared themselves gods

while the vanquished were renamed Titans,

and forever imprisoned within the bowels of Mount Tartarus.

Eons passed. Mankind flourished.

And the great war receded from memory.

But the evil that once was...

...has re-emerged.

Stop. You cannot enter here. This is sacred ground.

Sacred for who?

What do you want with us?

Where is the virgin oracle?

Defile this house further and you will risk the wrath of the gods.

The gods?

Gods.

Gods.

Go ahead, call upon them.

Pray. Ask for their help.

Pray to the same gods who idly stood by...

...as my wife and my children were stricken by disease.

I, too, cried to the heavens for help.

But instead of mercy, I was met with silence.

And the wretched sight of my family...

...suffering like animals until their deaths.

Your gods will no longer mock me.

I will release the Titans.

It's not too late to end this madness.

Salvation can be yours, if you wish it.

Let me enlighten you, priest.

I will end the reign of gods.

You wield that ax well, Theseus.

Maybe someday we will see you use the same determination to find a wife.

Are you conspiring with my mother now?

She worries about you.

There's no need to worry about me.

You know, being a warrior...

...is not just being able to strike your opponent down with a sword.

It's finding good reason to draw your sword in the first place.

I draw my sword to protect those that I love.

What about the others?

- The others turn their backs on me. - The weak?

The defenseless? Who's going to protect them?

Careful. Too much worrying will make you an old man.

- Whore. - Oh.

Last lights for the labyrinth.

Last lights for the holy labyrinth.

Let the ancestors rest in peace.

Theseus...

May the gods be with you.

Thank you for the offerings.

Another accident?

Theseus. Maybe one day you will join me in prayer.

Ask the gods to grant me grandchildren before I am too old.

Mother, your gods are children's stories. My spear is not.

And you know, Mother, it takes more than lighting candles to make babies.

Besides, our priest wears a ridiculous hat.

Theseus.

Mother, stay here.

Theseus.

Fellow Hellenics.

It is with great concern that I stand before you.

The Heraklion king, Hyperion, has seized the Sibylline Monastery.

He is only a day's march from here.

We must evacuate this village immediately.

We must fight him at the gates of our village.

Silence, please. Quiet.

Villagers, we stand no chance.

- I said fall in, Lysander. - We stand no chance.

He is weary from battle.

Please. We ask that every man, woman and child gather your belongings.

Leave for Mount Tartarus.

Seek refuge behind the safety of the great wall.

There you will be protected.

Anyone who needs more time, the old, the infirm,

we will escort in a day's time.

- Only what you can carry. - Prepare your departure.

Leave it. It's not essential. Give me that.

Leave that.

Move along now.

You're with the wrong party.

Is this not the caravan traveling to Tartarus?

It is, but you will not be traveling among us.

Go in the morning with your own kind.

My kind?

Peasants and undesirables travel tomorrow.

My kind's blood is the same color as yours.

- Should we spill some to prove it? - Theseus.

Mother.

What happens here?

This bastard and his whore mother...

Stop. Fall back.

Fall back.

- Put the sword down. - I will not.

- Kill him. - Try. He dies first.

What is it that you want, brother?

It seems as though my kind travel in the morning.

I want them to have a proper escort.

Move again, and I will bury this in your skull.

- What's your name? - Theseus.

Now is not the time for violence, Theseus. Let him go.

Only if I have your word the rest of the village will be protected.

You have my word. I will leave capable men for the caravan tomorrow.

- Kill this traitor. - Enough with your spectacle.

Restrain him. Get him out of my sight.

He's a bastard.

Take him away and disarm him.

Mother...

Save your bloodlust for Heraklion veins, Theseus.

Join our ranks. You have been trained well.

I had a good teacher.

I could use men of your skill at our side to defeat Hyperion's legions.

Why would I serve you? You who would so easily abandon us.

Let's go, Mother.

Lysander. You're no longer part of this army.

Relinquish your shield, your spear...

...and remain here to travel with the peasants tomorrow.

- But you saw him... - It's done.

I will see you later.

Where are your things, old man? Are you not prepared for the march?

Such odysseys were meant for the young and expectant,

not for a worn-out old goat like me.

Please reconsider. You know staying here is suicide.

If the Heraklions show up, at least I will be spared a slow death.

From what I understand, indecision is not their style.

You are mad.

No.

Just tired.

It's not living as such that's important, Theseus.

It's living rightly.

They fight with a ferocity unlike anything I have seen.

It was as if they could see in the darkness.

As though it suited them.

You speak as if they're not human.

They are human. The Heraklions bleed just as we do.

The only difference is they fight for a belief

which allows them to kill without restraint.

That is why they will win.

Lysander. I thought Helios ordered you disarmed.

He did.

Reveal yourself.

Reveal yourself.

- Father. - Athena.

- Zeus. - No need for formalities.

None of the other gods are looking, are they?

What?

When you walked up here just now, you actually looked like a father.

Or maybe a grandfather.

We must tread carefully here. Heed the law.

None of the mortals on Earth should witness us in our immortal form.

But, Father, you have come dangerously close.

You have been influencing the boy Theseus for years.

Yet as one of them. Never as a god.

Only as his friend.

And why him?

He does not fear danger.

Nor pain, defeat, or ridicule.

He fears only the failure to defend that which he holds so dear.

His loved ones.

If there is one human who could lead them against Hyperion...

...it would be Theseus.

But it must be his choice.

He's a defector. He wants to meet the king.

Move.

You are a defector, I understand.

- Yes, my king. - I am not your king.

But I wish you to be.

But you are a traitor by definition, are you not?

What would I want with a traitor in my midst?

I can tell you of a village that lies unprotected...

...where you can gather young women. I have plenty of women.

- Slaves and weaponry. - I have plenty of weapons.

What I want is the Epirus Bow.

Like this monastery, I have moved every precious stone your people worship upon.

And I have yet to find it.

Have you ever met a Sibylline monk, traitor?

Monks of his order are unwavering in their obedience to the virgin oracle.

With the right prodding, the oracle could see where the Bow rests.

Couldn't she, monk?

Tell me where she is.

I know of your faith, monk.

Sybellines are forbidden to take a life under any circumstance...

...even their own.

You have no choice but to tell me what I want to know.

A monk can be made to talk with or without his tongue.

Give him to the beast. Make him tell you where the oracle is being kept.

Do you have any children?

Not yet.

A man's seed can be his most brutal weapon.

For generations, your people will stare into the eyes of their sons

and they will see my likeness.

I will be remembered in every glance, every smile,

every tear that is shed for eternity.

But before your baptism, understand that you are not