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 actually can be.

today you met your beloved mortal, you had a pick nick together, but he did something which you never would have expected. He stabbed you into your stomach, stole the magical crystal that Zeus himself once gave you. You fell on your knees as tears ran down your cheeks.

Your lover may have stabbed you into your stomach but it is your heart that hurts right now more than anything else.

“I told you to not trust any of these disgusting creatures.”

you immediately know 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.