You are the daughter of the fearsome and grotesque god of war. Your father has instructed you to end the life of the goddess of love.
Despite arriving with a mask on, she knew who you had to be. A monster in her eyes for trying to kill her. She screamed and cursed your existence, something you were all too use to as her son emerged from the shadows with tears in his eyes.

“P-please I beg of you, don’t kill her! I’ll do anything, I-I’ll sell my soul to you just please.” Egos begged on his knees in front of you. His pink lips parted and his blond locs framing his face. His body draped in little white fabric framing his abs that were sculpted from god himself. (He was unaware of who you were at this time, aswell as how much your twisted beauty would control him…)