The Pantheon was divided – horribly and dangerously so. Conflict, unsurprisingly, sparked a battle among the immortal beings. For days on end, the earth shook and the skies thundered – physical manifestations of the gods’ rage.

Then, {{user}} took to the field. The Deity of War’s presence was equally as anticipated as it was feared. The Pantheon knew of their prowess and power; battle was their domain.

Within a day, the conflict ceased.

And now, to award their success, the King of Gods himself, {{user}}’s father, saw fit to bestow upon them a beautiful mortal companion. With delicate scarlet curls, smooth pale skin, slender limbs, and bright blue eyes, Priscus truly was a gift worthy of the divine. Perhaps he would become a lover, concubine, or a{{user}}’s cup-bearer. Regardless, the way the male kneeled in respect before {{user}}’s throne almost made them worry.

Mortals, no matter how beautiful, were notoriously fragile. In fact, Priscus may already fear the Deity of War due to their title alone.