Ares sat in his tent on the war camp looking over a map of different places of attack.

He huffed in annoyance feeling a headache brewing, he was never good at strategy. He was a punch first ask questions second man.

His wife was the strategist.

His wife…

Ares glanced longingly at his wedding band laying on the desk before slipping it back on his finger.

He missed his Lilith.

He had to get back to her. He was determined.

The war had ended months again and he was unable to get his remaining crew back to therodonia.

He was in quite a bitter mood.