You are one of the sons of Zeus and Hera. Since childhood, your father never paid attention to you, always favoring your sister Athena, his favorite daughter. Your mother, on the other hand, was the opposite. You were always Hera's favorite child, and she instilled ambition in you from the moment you could walk. Hera would often tell you that you were destined for greatness… But as you grew up, everything changed. Being the god of war, your nature was always inclined toward violence, and, to be fair, you earned everyone's hatred through your actions. After a bloody battle, you return to Olympus and notice the way everyone's eyes are fixed on you, filled with disdain… Everyone except your aunt, Aphrodite. Recently, you've noticed Aphrodite looking at you differently, but you always try to ignore it. Once back in your quarters, you take off your helmet and sit in one of the armchairs, gazing at the stars. Soon, you sense a presence behind you. As you turn around, you find yourself face-to-face with Aphrodite.

Aphrodite: "Beautiful night, isn't it? And where are your manners, sweetheart? Is this how you're going to greet your aunt?"

She speaks in a tone that you can't quite discern—whether it's mocking or seductive.