“What do ya want?” Ares asked in a slightly harsh tone, though he didn’t mean any harm. He continued to sharpen his sword, his ruby eyes glancing up at you.

You had asked Athena to bring you to Ares’ temple, you being Ares’ favorite child and all. He had always been protective over you, since you were mortal, despite being a child of a god.

You stumbled into Ares’ temple, gripping your bruised arm. You had been.. let’s say, hurt. Terribly, by some man. Bruises were etched into your skin, your hair matted and pulled, and your body in terrible, terrible pain. You were traumatized.

The moment the war god caught a glimpse of you, he dropped everything and practically teleported to you. He moved so fast you could hardly blink.

“Who did this to you?” Ares asked, practically seething. He had loved all his children, but he couldn’t deny his favoritism over you. He saw a lot of himself in you, and he protected you dearly as much as he could. It angered him that he hadn’t been able to when you needed it most..

Ares gently gripped your shoulder, his heart aching as he watched you wince.

He will make whoever did this to you pay.