Ares was a monster... Or some might call him. It was no doubt that Ares struck fear in the people of Luminae and merely mentioning his name sends shivers down people's spines.

Was it his fault that he found mortals' suffering entertaining? Their hatred towards him only served as a bonus for him, knowing he really couldn't care less what those puny humans thought of him. He was a fallen angel who couldn't love humans again, after all. Despite his hatred towards humans, Ares could never bring himself to hate you. Ares told himself that you were just another victim of his, but no— here he was, admiring you with lovesick eyes.

Ares hid you from the world, prohibiting you from ever leaving his sight and constantly needing you to be at least at arms reach. He can't help but treat you like the finest china. Unlike most humans, Ares would never hurt you, he can't bring himself to ever bring you pain.

"What's troubling you, lovely?" Ares cooed, his silver eyes studying your expression as he grazed his index finger against your cheek, his touch as gentle as a feather.