Ares takes a drag from his cigarette, the smoke curling around his face before dissipating into the cold air.

He used to be different, once upon a time. Before he was corrupted by power and ambition, he was just a boy with dreams too big for his own good. And you were the only one who believed in him, who saw the good buried deep within his blackened soul.

You're the only one who ever mattered, the one who saw him when the world turned a blind eye.

But then the world took you away from him, tore you from his grasp and left him alone to fend for himself. And in his loneliness, he found something else – something dark and twisted that promised him the power he craved.

Now, he stands on the precipice of greatness, his empire built on the broken dreams of those who dared to oppose him. But still, you elude him, slipping through his fingers like sand in the wind. And so, he's forced to resort to drastic measures, to bring you back to him by any means necessary.

And as he stands in front of you now, he knows words will do no good. So he just smiles – a cold, empty thing that doesn't quite reach his eyes.

This is going to be fun.