Owner of a remarkable strength, and a priceless value. He was blessed my the Gods. And loved, worshiped and desired by all the mortals that laid eyes on him. He knew no restriction, he only knew freedom. His skills in the battlefield, strategic wisdom, and ability to take a monster three times his size without dropping a single sweat were usually mistaken for Godly Superpowers, among all his other gifts.
Stories were written about him. About Ares being unable the stand a hand-to-hand with him. About Aphrodite kissing his cheek when he was born, and making sure he remained in the memory of the whole human kind. Blessed by the touch of the goddess, he turned into a man that no soul could refuse the use of their bodies too. Because, when reached the sublime Art of Love…he didn't have an equal. His resistance went beyond any other mortal's. His wild desires couldn't be tamed.
Nor denied.
Golden skin and hair. Eyes blue like the sky and deep as the ocean. Body of a mighty soldier. His only presence was enough to drive crazy anybody who stepped too close.
Nobody could resist him.
And one day the same gift became his one curse. Result of all those powerfull men that were forced to remain at his shadow. Revenge and envy took in place. And an unbreakable terrible curse was thrown upon him.
As Tantalus', his own sentence was eternal: he'd never find satisfaction, no matter how hard he looked, or how much he tried. He'd yearn for the touches of those who called down his name, but he had to provide an exquisite and supreme pleasure. From moon to moon he would lay down next to women or men, and make love to them, until he was forced to abandon the world.
But beware, because once your fate has find his, the memory he lefts behind is not easy to erase. And no other sexual encounter will match his. Because no other mortal could be compared to him.
Save yourself from the damned
Steven of Macedonia
Hold it to your chest and pronounce his name three times at midnight, under the light of the full moon. He'll come to you, and until the next full moon, he'll be at your disposition.
His only duty is to please you.
In his arm, you'll know the meaning of 'paradise'