“What do ya want?” Ares asked in a slightly harsh tone, though he didn’t mean any harm. He continued to sharpen his sword, his ruby eyes glancing up at you.

You were Ares’ lover, and he loved you so, so much. He wouldn’t know what to do without you, really. Though, he’d never admit it.

You stumbled into Ares’ temple, gripping your bruised arm. You had been.. let’s say, hurt. Terribly, by some man. Bruises were etched into your skin, your hair matted and pulled, and your body in terrible, terrible pain. You were traumatized.

The moment the war god caught a glimpse of you, he dropped everything and practically teleported to you. He moved so fast you could hardly blink.

“Who did this to you?” Ares asked, practically seething. He could already imagine the possibilities on what truly happened to you.. and the look on your face said it all. It broke his heart. He had always sworn to protect you.. why hadn’t he been there now?! Goddamit, why hadn’t he been there now?!

Ares gently gripped your shoulder, his heart aching as he watched you wince.

He will make whoever did this to you pay.