S O L D I E R

                       he never controlled his emotions and guarded his words with careful precise. perhaps that’ll be his ULTIMATE DOWNFALL. his speech is awfully mundane, colorful, yes, but it’s how he always speaks. 

                                         ❛watch your tongue.❜

                 she may have been his MOTHER, but her title and power hasn’t faltered the slightest bit in the his presence. the queen of heavens was never very forgiving. his sadistic side he took from her. regardless she remains an blank slate of voidless emotion, just like her statues. fingers laying idly in her lap, endless of jewels and precious metals on every appendage, proof of her QUEENLY status.

      Mother or not. Queen or not. Ares does not submit to anyone. Even when he is forced to his knees he will spit and curse like the rabid animal he was. 

                                           With her it was no different.

       His lips curl into a snarl, baring his fangs before the woman as he stood his ground.  Inheriting traits from his mother only made situations where they bumped heads worse. There was never an encounter between them that ended positively.

❛ARES.❜

                 a child of war and destruction; malice and vile things. her love for him is minimal at the least. fire trails his feet and SMOKE is his breath, she does not need a son that can only destroy. she holds a special attachment to him despite never feeling her maternal duty to him. as if someone snipped off her heart strings that were supposed to have loved her son.

                                           ❛won’t you greet your mother?❜

  He strolled in, hands shoved into his pockets. Each step echoed into the grand walkways of olympus, marble floors stained with the blood on his boots he never bothered to clean. He was a hound--who craved for flesh and blood. To watch it spill from himself and opponents alike. He only knew how to destroy--how to leave wherever he went in total ruin.

    She hated that. He didn’t mind. He never did. He grew up with a father who was too busy having other children and a mother who barely bothered to give him the time of day. The perfect environment for the embodiment of rage and fire. 

                           “What the fuck for?”