ARES.

γαμήστε στο αίμα των εχθρών μας .

this is means to go to our chambers .

⠀ . . . .

—— @saevisdeus .

digits pluck the goddess from the nape of her neck—almost akin to a feline picking up their kin, but the war god has a certain bone to pick with eris. ‟ —lingering around adrestia is not allowed. 〞

the underworld must have no pressing duties if you’re busy policing the absence of tone, old man.

brims slightly tipped at the edge , scarred digits pointing towards morse—like tapping. the sound is harsher than any word i could divulge.

the rib cage is left alone for her to pry open and devour at will. like those who choose to leave the best parts of meal alone, he only seeks out the utmost savage parts for ℎ𝑒𝑟 to devour.

blood spilled, organs sliding out of dripping carcass that trails behind the old god. halls of zeus stained by the very objective he sought to ruin. skull of sphinx, winged frame slumped over his bloodied shoulder. proud.

overtaking hermes for the most irksome god , it seems .

lather the blood on your hands , move on .

⠀ hunting season is fast approaching . prey will be fun to ensnare .