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Today Marcus as...

Series 6 Post 21: He is very often identified among the twelve Olympians as the god of war in a general sense, but this is an inaccuracy because in reality Ares is the god only of the more violent aspects of war and of the struggle understood as bloodlust.

🌸 The word "Ares" until the classical era was also used as an adjective, meaning enraged or warlike, for example we recall the forms Zeus Areios, Athena Areia, or even Aphrodite Areia. Some inscriptions dating back to the Mycenaean era report Enyalios, a name that survived into the classical era as an epithet of Ares.

🌸 Ares was the son of the king of the gods, Zeus, and the queen of the gods, Hera. His sisters were Hebe and Ilitia. According to Homer and Quintus Smyrnaeus, Ares had a twin sister: Eris. According to another myth, reported by Ovid and the First Vatican Mythographer, Eris and Ares were conceived by Hera simply by touching a lotus flower, without the goddess lying with Zeus.

🌸 Ares had a quadriga pulled by four immortal horses with fiery breath named: Ardente, Flaming, Strepito, Horror. Of all the gods he was distinguished by his gleaming bronze armor and in battle he habitually wielded a spear and shield. His sacred birds were the barn owl, the woodpecker, the eagle owl and, especially in southern Greece, the vulture. Is often represented on stone with the red color, red like blood, symbol of the ferocious acts that are carried out in war.

🌸From his fiery relationship with Aphrodite were born two sons, Deimos and Phobos, who personified the spirits of terror and fear. Usually Ares went to war accompanied by Cidoimo (the demon of the noise of battle), the Makhai (spirits of battle), the Hysminai (spirits of murder), Polemos (a minor war spirit) and his daughter of Polemos Alalà, personification of the war cry of the Greeks and whose name Ares decided to use as his own war cry. Even the god Eros was and is considered the son of Ares and Aphrodite.

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 💕 Saint Valentine Special: Series 8 Post 4

"When you are no longer part of me, I will cut out many small stars from your memory, then the sky will be so beautiful that the whole world will fall in love with the night."

So, said William Shakespeare. So did Marcus when he lost the most important person in his life. Sabine. Of those stars, which fill the sky that they loved to admire together, the man still sees his wife's eyes accompanied by the light of the moon that was nothing compared to her smile. Her voice, crystal clear and of that innate sweetness, echoes every moment of his life in his mind leading him to get lost in the maze of memories. These are the hardest days, the ones in which, like Valentine's Day, they were used to running away and enjoying an entire day alone, pampering themselves as if they had gone back in time to their first awkward outings. An ice cream, a picnic, a crackling fire and a starry sky that made them the most wonderful of blankets. Champagne, strawberries, chocolate and cream; laughter, looks, kisses and then making love. The stars, the moon, the night accomplice of their becoming teenagers and taking every opportunity to be together. Every memory of that decisive and at the same time delicate touch is a scar that marks and hurts the man. Even today, Marcus disappears at night and no one knows where he goes. But Johnny has one certainty: his father returns to that field to look at the stars, wearing the same sweatshirt and holding that of his beloved close to his chest.