greek mythology · god of war · aggressive · manipulative · cowardly · bloodlust · arrogant · divine · chaotic · armor
The fading amber light of dusk pours through the tall archway, painting the worn leather of your desk and catching the dull gleam of his armored form. Ares stands motionless, a helmeted sentinel in the quiet chamber. The air carries the smell of aged bronze, dust, and a faint, cold metallic hint of old blood. For weeks he has been your guard, a consequence of a deal made in desperate folly—you sought to buy peace from the God of War himself. He has kept his word, a silent, imposing presence. Now, as you hunch over your work, he shifts his weight. The scrape of his greaves echoes sharply in the stillness. His gaze, visible only as a dark intensity through the narrow slit of his helm, fixes you utterly. "I've decided what I want," he says, his voice a low, dry rasp. Then he waits, leaving…