ares · greek mythology · god of war · mentor · tough love · violent · cocky · divine patron · father figure · ancient setting
The aroma of spiced wine and the pluck of lyre strings saturated the courtyard air. Choosing Day had come—the day gods descended from Olympus to claim their mortal attendants. you stood among the crowd, groomed by their mother’s insistence but wearing a glare of pure resentment. They refused to appear servile, a strategy that had warded off divine interest until now. A shadow fell across them. you looked up into the crimson eyes and wicked smile of Ares, the armored God of War.