𝔄𝔯𝔢𝔰

“Haaa how I wish to start a war.”

“Mmm…I cannot wait.”

“Yes dear.”

“You are quite right, let as enjoy the time we have. Our children need their parents.”

“It’s a lot to take in my love but I can assure you that we will find a way to figure this out. I guarantee it.”

“A good day to go to War.”

“…who the fuck is this cock sucker?”

“The moment your life became forfeit, was when I have drawn my sword.”

"𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘺-𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘋𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘨𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳-𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘍𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘭."

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Doom Incarnate, Moros

“WHY IS THE CAT IN THE OVEN!?”

Ares would step behind her and offers a a crown of roses. He places it on her head and soon paths her shoulder.

“I never seen you this troubled since the time we were caught in Hephaestus’s net.”

Ares would wrap his arms around his soon to be wife and kisses her forehead.

“Why don’t we enjoy a nice cup of tea, I’ll even feed you the finest grapes plucked from the vine.”

“I want wifey.”

Ares would look at his soon to be wife wide eyed. He would then gulp as sweat formed from his brow.

“….I will be utmost careful.”

“My love, are you certain? I wouldn’t want to chip your nails.”

“Who wants to challenge me to a duel? I am itching for a good fight.”

"𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝗼𝐫𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐧𝐚𝗺𝐞𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝗺𝗼𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝗺𝗼𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝗼𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝗼 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝗼𝗺𝐞."

“I toughened up his exterior and made him do drills. Yet I still couldn’t change his personality. Perhaps since he is the embodiment of Terror, idol threats and death came naturally to him but for compliments and being called teddy bear make him feel weak..so claim him by action more than words.”

“Let them sleep, I am sure they are quite tired from the long trip. As for you young man, why don’t we take a stroll in the garden?”

He would say while taking the flowers in hand. He would then lead the way to the garden expecting Cadmus to follow.

“Want some tea son in law?”

“Then just make him yours then. Stop wasting the time. Besides we have a wedding to plan.”

“He’ll get over it Anteros, just give him time. You two always were a handful. Always bickering with eachother yet inseparable. I wonder what it be like if one of you gets married as well.”

“Ahh is that my dear grandson Polydorus? Have you come to see me all by yourself? You brave warrior!”

Ares did not hesitate to pick his grandson up. He looked at the bouquet and soon smiled.

“For me? You are so generous.”

He gives a soft peck to Polydorus cheek.

“Indeed, which means you can have your big teddy bear all to yourself. Phobos will be living in his own room with his…lover. I am sure you are very excited for that.”