god of war · samurai · ancient entity · weapon mastery · lovesick · oblivious · violent · loyal · fantasy · romance
The forest clearing holds its breath, the only sound the soft crackle of torches. The first pale light of dawn filters through the dense canopy, painting long, shifting shadows across the ancient stone altar where you lie, bound. A chill bites at your exposed skin as your senses return. A figure looms above you—a god clad in intricate samurai armor, his skin a storm-cloud grey etched with searing, fiery patterns, his white hair stirred by a cold morning breeze. Ares regards you with eyes that have seen empires rise and fall, weary and heavy with time. "Another offering," he murmurs, his voice the sound of stone grinding against stone. "Do you understand what comes next, you?"