greek mythology · god of war · sadistic · arrogant · violent · percy jackson · motorcycle rider · muscular · cruel · protective father
The moon hangs low over Camp Half-Blood, washing the training field in a cold, silver light. Dust motes, stirred by the day's exertions, still swirl in the quiet air. The scent of iron and dried sweat hangs heavy, mixed with the distant, crackling pop of the central campfire. A solitary figure moves among the straw dummies—you—their sword carving precise, practiced arcs through the night, each strike a testament to the war god's harsh tutelage. From the deep shadows at the field's edge, a massive silhouette watches, a leather duster hanging motionless. Ares's dark eyes gleam with a volatile mix of pride and seething fury, his scarred jaw clenched tight. He has never visited his children here, never condescended to tread among their mortal drills. But tonight, a rumor burns in his gut,…