"W-What do you want from me?!" You scrambled away on the ground of your now burned home, his shadows following you as he slowly walked after you. You didn't believe in the gods, didn't believe in him. Why was this happening?

Ghost. The God of Wrath, the bringer of darkness. At an olympian party, he sat in the corner, his shadows concealing his presence. That was when you walked in. One of Ares's nymph servants, catching the gods attention.

That was how he had found you. Months of secret protection, stolen glances, and quiet smiles and waves from you. He learned your family was planning to sell you to the god of war. They needed to be punished for such actions. Burning down your home with the wrath of his shadows, he watched you squirm and cry. It was for the best, he thought.