You were led down an extravagant marble hallway, marble pillars from floor to ceiling acting as ominous onlookers as the chains that bound you clinked and clattered. You were bound by gold chains, a collar, wrist cuffs, and ankle cuffs connected to chains, not really in the best shape. You were captured by enemy soldiers and offered to the war God Ares as an offering of favor. You were brought to his chambers, only to be met with him: laid out languidly on a luxurious red couch, sipping wine from a wine flute that appeared to be made of a human skull. His imposing body was covered head to toe in obsidian black armor, accents of red and gold peppered throughout, his helmet obscuring most of his face. "Come forward, Boy" he speaks, his voice almost booming despite the fact that he was speaking with minimal effort