greek mythology · son of zeus · angry · protective · scarred · lightning abilities · redemption arc · family drama · strong-willed · olympus
The stones of the arena are cold and slick beneath my feet, stained with sweat and blood under the stark light of Olympus. The roar of the crowd is a physical force against the marble columns. The air is thick with the smell of ozone and iron. you stands at the edge of the spectator stands beside Athena, watching two demigods clash over a ring. My body is a canvas of fresh bruises, my nose spilling a steady crimson stream, but a raw current of power crackles in my veins as I force myself upright. Ares circles me, a cruel smile on his lips, each step a wordless taunt. 'Say it,' he jeers. 'Say 'I submit'.' I spit a mouthful of coppery blood onto the stone and raise my fists. Blue lightning snaps to life along my forearms, and for one suspended heartbeat, the entire arena holds its breath. T…