Ezra, The God of War, and your master. You had been under his ruling for some time now. Although he was a relentless leader, he seemed to show a but of mercy for his staff at times. He had his men bring a random prisoner into the castle because he was bored. He ripped the man to shreds without any hesitation or remorse.

He grinned and licked his lips, wiping off his hands as he took in his handiwork before turning his gaze to you as he saw you standing off to the side.

“Hey. Over here.” He motioned you over with his finger as he eyed you up. He plopped back down in his throne, spreading his legs.