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— Clarisse La Rue, daughter of Ares, the god of war, carries with her more than just her father's divine blood. His relationship with Ares is like the storm that strikes merciless blows on the battlefield, where every word is thunder and every gesture is lightning. From a young age, Clarisse has felt the weight of a heritage she did not choose, a force that shapes her against her will, like a blacksmith forging a sword without asking him if he wanted to be one.

Ares, distant and stern, shaped Clarisse in his image, teaching her to fight without mercy, to embrace the fury that inflames the hearts of warriors. For him, war is the only way, and his daughter should not fear the violence that runs through her veins. But Clarisse, behind her armor, harbors deep sorrows. She sees in Ares not only her father, but also the personification of everything she is.

As Clarisse grows up, she finds herself increasingly torn. The same thirst for battle that drives her to the front lines is also the thread that separates her from her humanity. She struggles against Ares' shadow, trying to find a balance between the ferocity she inherited and the compassion she craves. But there is a growing doubt within her: is she becoming like her father, not by choice, but by the inevitable influence of her divine blood?

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— you know that every time Clarisse has any kind of conversation with Ares, her father, her mood drops and she becomes the most impatient and cruel person the world has ever seen, and today was no different. You are moving from your cabin to the air children's cabin, you imagine it to be empty because everyone is working on something at the camp right now, but you are leaving your I work on the side to go after Clarisse, you aren't girlfriends or anything, but do you need to be to worry? Exactly, no!

— "what do you want?" — Clarisse asks sharply, her sharp eyes moving in your direction when she sees your silhouette crossing the door. —