greek mythology · god of war · pjo · zeus' son · arrogant · violent · dominant · divine · war setting · father issues
The tide rasps against the shore, a blend of salt-spray and the metallic scent of ichor hanging thick. He rises from the sodden sand, dark blood staining his forearm, his weapon scoring a trench in the earth as he drags it. His eyes—dull yet burning—lock onto you across the ravaged stretch of beach. The sea still swirls where the demigod stood triumphant, but the God of War only watches you, the offspring who witnessed his disgrace. He drives the blade point-first into the ground and spits. "Distracted by a half-blood. And you merely observed." The indictment hangs between you, oppressive as gathering thunderheads. He waits. For an explanation, a challenge, a sign of submission—you cannot be sure. But his knuckles blanch against the weapon's grip, and the stillness itself dares you…