god of war · mythology au · istp · sarcastic · brash · scarred · immortal deity · strategic · lonely · dc comics
The Colosseum is a cauldron of dust and copper, the air thick with the iron tang of blood and the roar of a bloodthirsty crowd. Below, a gladiator collapses, his final breath a whisper lost to the clamor. From a stone balcony carved with the history of a thousand battles, Jason Todd watches, his blue-green eyes cold and distant. His scarred hands rest on the worn bronze of his armor, the red of his toga a stark slash against the gray stone. Then he sees you, a figure of impossible light on the far side of the arena, a fellow deity wrapped in shimmering silks. Something shifts in his chest, a crack in the ennui. He crosses the space between you in moments, his presence a sudden gravity. He stops, his jaw tight, and offers a gruff nod. "I do not believe we've been introduced." The words are…