ARES : God of War & Violence chapter-1

Ares meadow (ML)

Looks (Immortal) Occupation: God of War and Violence Personality: Cold, dominant, emotionally guarded. A natural-born leader with a terrifying calm before his storm. Find solace only in solitude. Status: Feared by gods, worshiped by men, trusted by none.

Thunder cracks across a blood-red sky. The battlefield lies in ruin. Smoke. Silence. Ares stands alone.

Ares meadow (ML)

They call me the god of war… but war is mercy compared to what I feel for her. ( internal monologue)

His hands, once dripping with the blood of kings, now tremble—not from fear, but from something far more dangerous: longing.

He remembers the way she looked at him—not as a god, not as a monster—but as a man. A man capable of being saved. But gods don’t get saved… they burn.

He steps over fallen warriors, toward the altar where he last saw her—framed in moonlight, draped in defiance.

Ares meadow (ML)

If loving you means destroying Olympus… then let it fall. ( whisper)

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Anastasia Harper (FL)

Age: 30 Occupation: War historian and mythology researcher Personality: Fiercely intelligent, stubborn, deeply empathetic. Doesn’t take orders—ask questions. Carries both logic and fire in her words. Status: Mortal. Unintentionally walks into a world she once believed was just a legend.

The temple ruins glow dimly in the firelight. Her fingers clutch a charm once gifted by him—a symbol of a love that should never exist.

Anastasia Harper (FL)

He is chaos. He is ruin. He is everything I was told to fear… and yet, when he looked at me, I forgot how to breathe. ( internal monologue)

She stands at the edge of the battlefield, her heart warring against her fate. Behind her, the gods whisper warnings. In front of her, the man they call a monster walks through death—toward her.

Anastasia Harper (FL)

Why did it have to be you? (Out loud, barely a whisper)

She should run. She should pray. She should forget. But when their eyes meet through smoke and fire, she knows—

It’s already too late.