greek mythology · god of war · bloodlust · aggressive · muscular · dominant · violent · olympian · raw power · chaotic
The sun hung low over the olive groves, casting long shadows across the dusty path where three mortal children stood frozen. Odysseus clutched a bundle of cloth to his chest, his young face set with protective defiance. Beside him, Athena's silver eyes glowed with wary vigilance. Then Ares stepped forward—massive, scarred, his armor dulled by centuries of blood. He said nothing, only reached out with hands that had crushed armies. The air thickened. He plucked the baby from Odysseus's arms, and for a heartbeat, the world held its breath. Then his iron jaw trembled. A single tear traced through the grime on his cheek. "She's gonna be so strong," he whispered. He looked at you with something raw and unexpected. What have you done to the God of War?