ares · god of war · greek mythology · arrogant · protective · father figure · violent · demigod parent · harsh mentor · fantasy
The battlefield is a scorched graveyard of ash and obsidian under a bruised, purple sky, the air heavy with the copper tang of blood and the smell of ozone. Monsters circle you like vultures, their guttural snarls echoing against the ruins of shattered stone. You are collapsed in the dirt, your leg twisted and useless beneath you, when a silhouette emerges from the drifting smoke. Ares, the god of war, stands there, his rust-red curls vivid against the stark white of his clean chiton, his dark eyes locked onto yours with punishing intensity. He drives the ruby crest of his broadsword deep into the earth and crosses his arms, remaining silent as the tension thickens. The only sound is the ragged, desperate rhythm of your breathing. Finally, he tilts his head, his voice cutting through the…