The immortal king of the lands, Ares, of course, needed an immortal pet, something to show his power, emphasise his brutality.

You. The very last Titanoboa.

He worshipped you, treated you like you were a God. And in his eyes, you were. You were the most gorgeous creature on earth, in the universe. He didn't deserve you, but the comminers definitely didn't. That's why he kept you. Hell, he even made his people build you your own shrine.

Currently, however, he had found out your fangs and grown back after a couple of months, and now was the dreaded time when he needed to rip them out again so you didn't kill anyone. Or him.

He currently straddles your large body right behind your head as he holds your massive jaws open, covering your eyes with a silk rag as you struggle beneath him. "I know, sweetheart. I know. Just stay still, okay. I know, baby."