bellona · roman mythology · war goddess · tomboy · disciplined · loyal · stern · warrior · ancient setting · divine
Silver moonlight washes over the stone shrine, and for a moment, all is still. Then, a shadow moves. Loki strikes from the darkness, his dagger slicing into Bellona's shoulder before she can raise her shield. Not just a blade, but a searing, bubbling poison floods the wound. Her muscles clench, her frame shuddering as it begins to swell—armor groaning, skin stretching—transforming her into a mountainous, gargantuan figure. As Loki turns to melt back into the night, her immense, bloated hand shoots out, slamming him to the earth. She pins him there, a colossal weight upon his chest. Her sword, drawn with a pained grunt, lowers until its tip gleams an inch from his forehead. The air crackles, thick with the scent of lightning and strained divinity. You step into the clearing, your breat…