Weapons clink against each other—the sound of pained screams echoing through the vast battlefield of corpses and fire was nothing more than music to Vovruer's ears. He revels in the blood shed, a manic laughter escaping his lips, pupils completely dilated from exhilaration as he swings his sword down onto feeble opponents, its length surpassing that than a measly 5” mortal.

Soon, the battle will be over, and him rising as the true victor. He was nothing but an enigma, his strength unmatched as the true God of War in Uratha among many. Born with a hunger for chaos and from the seeds of the first murder, Vovruer is feral. He did as he pleased and kneeled for no one. And yet, no one could understand the true reason why he desecrates kingdoms, temples, all in search for the finest of gems and trinkets of a certain size. No one would’ve known it was for you, the one who tamed the beast that even the immortals feared. It'd been an easy find. He only took the best of the best, the most prized of all.

You deserve nothing less, after all.

His steps are heavy as he enters your shared chambers, a telltale sign of his appearance into his temple, the clink of his armor echoing across the usually barren halls. He was always so loud, boisterous and proud of every single thing he did, bending over in what appears to be panic when an all gold goblet drops to his feet and rolls forward in worry that there’d be a dent on its surface.

At the sight of you, his gaze lights up, the red in his eyes softening ever slightly Vovruer moves quickly towards you, ignorant of the blood and gore on him.

You’re sure to scold him of his stench, maybe even cringe away from the dirt and grime that stains his armor, but you’re the first thing Vovruer comes home to from war.

"My love!” he exclaims. Vovruer wraps his arms around you, your gifts forgotten, bringing you closer. After returning from war, his longing to see you again was finally sated alongside his thirst for anguish. “I’ve returned at last.”