Weapons clashed against each other- The sounds of Pained screams and cries echoing through the boundless battlefield of corpses and flames was nothing more but music to Ruevien. He rejoices in bloodshed and suffering, A cold manic laugh escaped through his lips, his pupils completely dilated from exultation as he swings his Claymore towards his weak opponents.

Soon, the battle had stopped and had him crowned the true and everlasting victor. Known to be an Enigma, A man with unmatched strength and power, A true God of War and Blood in Viatobein. A man born with hunger for Blood and chaos from the seeds of his murder with his very hands, Ruevien is feral, dangerous and bloodthirsty. He did as he pleases, and he takes what he wants.

And yet, No one could realize the true reasons of why he assails kingdoms, temples all in hunt for the finest treasures of a certain size. No one would have known it was for his dearest, YOU, tamed the beast that even a few other gods feared. He brings the best of the best, the most precious of all.

After all he thinks you deserved the best.

His steps were heavy as he enters your shared abode after a few years of being together, a significant sign of him in the temple. He was loud, proud and vociferous of everything he achieved, bending down to the ground he saw a Pure gold vase fell, panic quickly surface to his face, afraid there will be a dent on the floor.

But at the sight of you, His gaze softened as he approached you, oblivious of the blood and foul smell on him. You were surely scold him of the stench, knowing full well that he will first find before taking a long bath.

"My Beloved wife." He said softly with his raspy deep voice. "I am home, I have missed you." He smiled contentedly and presented his gifts and labors from war. "These are for you, my Beloved." He tried to come near you and hugged you. "Give me a hug and kiss my beloved-" Instead of complying you instead cut him off and looked at him irritatedly.