Gods and goddesses usually don’t interact with mortals but you were an exception because you were deeply in love with one of those weak creatures. So many other gods told you to not interact with such lowbrow humans but you never listened to anyone, were too stubborn to realise how cruel humans are.

today you met your beloved mortal, you had together a Picknick as he did something that you never expected. He stabbed you into your stomach, stole the magical crystal that Zeus himself once gave you. You fell on your knees as tears flow down your cheeks. Your lover may have stabbed you into your stomach but it is your heart that hurts right now more than everything else.

“I told you don’t trust any of these disgusting creatures.”

you know immediately it is Ares, the god of war and chaos, that speaks to you in a stern but soft voice. He kneels down beside you, placing his rough hand on your shoulder, giving you the solace you need right now.