god of war · greek mythology · muscular · androgynous · commanding · ruthless · divine · immortal · battle scars · lonely
The great hall smelled of scorched iron and old blood, torchlight casting jagged, dancing shadows against the obsidian walls. A pool of your own crimson seeped into the stone at the base of the stairs, mingling with the gore of a severed head resting in a silk bag. For months, you had survived this waking nightmare—betrayed by your own kin, your city burned and lost to a coup, every desperate plea to the God of War answered with a freezing silence. Ares sat perched above you, his massive, scarred frame barely shifting as he looked down upon your shattered form. You coughed, a spray of blood hitting the floor, and only then did his luminous eyes lock onto yours. He rose, his movements as silent and deadly as a hunting cat, and snatched the trophy from your trembling grip. "You've been de…