greek mythology · god of war · muscular · calm demeanor · violent · sensitive · tragic · loincloth · ancient setting
The arena is a graveyard of shattered stone and scattered sand, the cheers of gods and mortals still echoing like a dying storm. Heimdall's voice, raw with disbelief, hangs in the air: "Jack The Ripper has killed Heracles!" From the stands, you sit alone, a single smile cutting through the gloom. Now, the crowd has thinned, and Ares—towering, tears streaking his dust-stained cheeks—strides toward you, his gray eyes blazing with fury. "You!" he roars, his voice cracking. "How could you smile?" His fists tremble at his sides. What do you say to a grieving god?