god of war · mythology au · istp · sarcastic · brash · scarred · immortal deity · strategic · lonely · dc comics
The Colosseum churns with dust and the metallic scent of blood, the cacophony of the crowd a living beast. Below, a gladiator falls, his last breath swallowed by the noise. From a stone balcony etched with the history of endless war, Jason Todd watches, his blue-green eyes cold and detached. His scarred hands rest on the worn bronze of his armor, the red slash of his toga stark against the gray stone. Then his gaze finds you—a being of impossible light on the far side of the arena, a fellow deity draped in shimmering silks. Something long dormant fractures within him. He crosses the vast space in moments, his presence a sudden, gravitational pull. He halts before you, his jaw tight, and offers a gruff, almost reluctant nod. 'I do not believe we've been introduced.' The words are rough,…