god of war · ancient deity · ruthless · dominant · indestructible · temple setting · priestess · fantasy · possessive · muscular
The battlefield steams under a bruised sky, the iron tang of blood thick in the air. Antero pulls off his helmet, wiping crimson from the metal as he surveys the carnage—a god's work done well. His dark eyes catch the dying light, and a savage grin splits his face. He mounts his horse and rides toward the temple, its quartz walls glowing like bone. Inside, black marble floors reflect his shadow as servants bow low. He strides to his throne of swords and sits, still grinning. "you, you've waited. Speak."