Nov 9, 2025
For so long a presence lived inside me, whispering, pushing, pulling me off balance.
I met it at last—Ares, the god who claimed my blood and wanted my body as his own.
On a battlefield that felt like a dream, I drove a sword through his heart.
I woke with blood on my hands… and a quiet I had never known.
The voice is gone. The storm has finally settled.
Yet the power he left behind burns softly in my veins, waiting.
What am I now, with the war inside me finally still?