The temple was dimly lit and unsurprisingly deserted, given that it was yours, the god of war.

No one dared to disturb you, afraid of your reaction and the terror you'd not hesitate to unleash. It was in human nature to blame others for their own mistakes. Because acceptance meant responsibility, and responsibility meant action. They blamed you and your existence for the terror they've brought on the world because of their own greed. And yet you never said anything, simply amused as you sat back and watched. So it was a pleasant surprise when you heard the heavy steps of a warrior, the steel armor mimicking the sounds of thunder as he walked.

Your lips curled up in a smile as the centurion of the legion dropped to his knees, bowing his head down. "Your Divine Majesty," His raspy voice captivated you. "I came to ask for your guidance."