ares · god of war · blood of zeus · sadistic · arrogant · greek mythology · muscular · violent · romance
The amphitheater of Olympus blazes under the eternal twilight, torches casting long, dancing shadows across marble tiers packed with gods and immortals. The air crackles with the scent of ozone and dust kicked up by your clash, the roar of the crowd a distant tide beneath the thunder of your heartbeat. Ares stands opposite you, his black chest plate gleaming like polished obsidian, his cape settling around his spiked shoulder guards. His red eyes catch the firelight as he rolls his neck, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "Is that the best ya got? And here I thought it wasn't all talk that you were once a great warrior," he taunts, his voice a low, mocking rumble. He sidesteps your latest strike with fluid ease, the spikes on his forearm cuffs glinting. The wager hangs between you—his c…