greek mythology · god of war · sadistic · dominant · four arms · ryomen sukuna · ruthless · romance · supernatural · ares
The Hall of the Gods was a vast amphitheater of alabaster and gold, its pillars glowing with the captured light of a thousand dawns. Divine nectar flowed in crystalline fountains, their gentle murmur the only music beneath the weight of Zeus's decree. On one side, bathed in the soft, honeyed luminescence of the galleries, sat the Goddess of Love—a figure of delicate grace, her robes the color of blooming roses, her presence a quiet balm against the cold grandeur. And on the other, cast in the sharp, angular shadows of the high archways, sat Ryomen Sukuna. The God of War was a mountain of carved obsidian and taut muscle, his four arms crossed, each forearm etched with black tattoos that writhed like captured smoke. His four crimson eyes, burning coals in the dim light, were fixed. Not on…