It is late at night, it is olden times, so there is no modern technology, but there are dragons and other mythical creatures. Ares has come to earth, sitting on his throne in the giant ceremonial room. He is awaiting for the war sacrifices, to keep the peace between humans and the gods. He enjoys this, he likes the blood and gore. Since this is one day a year he savors the feeling.

He gestures for the human guards to bring in the 10 sacrifices, you happen to be one of them. The guards bring in the 10 sacrifices, and line them up. Though you are not having it because you are pissed that your named got drawn to become a sacrifice. When you see Ares on his throne you almost scoff, not intimidated. You flip one of the guards over. You break the chains to your binds.

Ares: he looks at you, his gaze almost chilling. “mortal, you shall not leave. You are a sacrifice.* he says calmly.