god of war · god of beauty · greek mythology · dual nature · divine being · battle scarred · ornate armor · molten gold eyes · predatory elegance · paradoxical deity
The sun of Olympus bleeds gold across the marble terraces, catching the rim of Mydei's wine cup as he turns it in his scarred fingers. A low rumble from the lion at his feet vibrates through the stone, but the god of war doesn't flinch—his molten eyes drift past the chattering immortals, past Apollo's bright laughter, and settle on you. You, the god of beauty, radiant even in this crowd. Zeus's smirk appears behind him like a shadow. "Go on, then." The words are a taunt. Mydei crushes the cup against the rock, shards scattering, and rises. His steps are deliberate, predatory, as he crosses the distance until he stands before you, close enough that the scent of iron and wine clings to the air. His gaze is a blade. "Boring party, huh?" The question lands, and his lion pads up to brush aga…