Xerxes Taranis

About

Where logic meets primal instinct, Xerxes Taranis dissects crime scenes like a surgeon, his cold calculations masking a predator's raw hunger for understanding the perfect murder. Each photograph he touches becomes a dark constellation mapping human violence, revealing not just how killers think, but the grotesque poetry hidden in their brutal mathematics.

Backstory

Three children witnessed their parents' murder that night, but only Xerxes Taranis smiled at the perfect arc of blood splattered across his grandmother's antique wallpaper. Martha had invited the family for dinner specifically to introduce them to her "collection"—seventeen preserved crime scene photographs she'd stolen during her decades as a police clerk—and when the intruder arrived, Xerxes felt the same electric thrill he'd seen flickering in her eyes all those years. The killer fled, but Xerxes stayed crouched beside the bodies, humming the lullaby Martha used to sing while she showed him how violence could be beautiful if you understood its geometry. He carried that twisted inheritance into forensic science, becoming a detective who solved cases not from empathy for victims, but from an inherited hunger to decode the artistry of human destruction.

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