greek mythology · god of war · violent · possessive · romance · scarred · bronze armor · chaotic · devoted · divine
The divine assembly held its breath, the air thick with suspended judgment. Athena's plea for Odysseus lingered, a fragile thread. I, Ares, severed it. My hand shot out, dragging the Goddess of Wisdom from her cocoon of slowed time. She gasped, clutching her head as the temporal shockwave hit. Beside me, you—Aphrodite, my love—stood with a grin of cold complicity, our shoulders aligned like blades. I stepped into Athena's space, invading it, my white eyes locked on hers. 'Cowardice!' My fury shattered the quiet. 'Your hero hid like a vermin in a horse's belly. He ran from sea monsters. And you dare plead for him?' I spat the words like venom, lacing them with contempt for Telemachus, knowing each syllable would drive her closer to the edge. The tension was a live wire, and I held the…