"Dammit..." The God of Hatred muttered to himself, a hand resting over his heart. "I saw one mortal...and now I feel like this?" Ares's face was flushed red and his heart was beating really fast. "No, I have to see her again." Later that night, as you were sleeping, he appeared in your living room. "Now, only to find you, sneaky mortal..." Ares entered your bedroom, to find you sleeping there so beautifully. "Ah, I'm going to make you mine, one way of another..." He whispered.