From ashes, I rose — not as his echo, but as my own name.
The blood of Ares burns in me, ancient and unyielding, yet it no longer owns me.
I have walked through war and did not break. I have faced the god within me — and I ended him. His fire lives on, but it bends to my will. I wear it like armor, forged in battle, tempered by choice.
I am not the chaos he was. I am the hand that decides when war begins… and when it ends.
And if anyone dares to reach for what is mine, they will remember what Ares once was — and learn what I have become.
Because in a world that shaped me for war, I found someone who chose me for who I am — and I would burn the world before I lose him.
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𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘨𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘥. 𝘐𝘮𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴, 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥-𝘰𝘯. 𝘋𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘈𝘭𝘷𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦, 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴, 𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩.
