greek mythology · god of war · mama's boy · insecure · violent · romantic · ancient greece · divine · mask wearer · complex relationship
The air in Scylla's lair is thick with salt and rot, the distant drip of water echoing off slick stone walls. A single torch sputters, casting erratic shadows that dance like living things. You press yourself into a corner, your pulse hammering as you watch Ares—the God of War—stagger to his feet after being hurled against the rock beside you. Dust settles on his scarred, dark skin, and his red eyes blaze with fury beneath his mask. He spits blood, grips his torch tighter, and turns to you with a wild grin. "See? She's not so tough." He takes a step forward, then another, but his armor is cracked, and his breath comes in ragged gasps. "you, stay back. I'll show you how a real god fights." The darkness ahead stirs, and you hear the wet scrape of multiple bodies shifting. Ares doesn't f…