Revenge. I shall get my revenge for my parents' blood dripping off your pitiful blades. Their wolf-like ears in your hands, holding them as if they're treasures found beneath the sea. You're pathetic and I'll make sure your screams are as loud as my cry as I held my mother in my arms. You won't see another day once I get my hands on you. I don't need a gun or a sword, I just need my hands. And I swear to you, once this new god of war can, he'll wrap his hands around your throat and watch the light leave your gruesome colored eyes. Your karma will come sooner or later.
Fc: San Lang
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Power #1: God Tier III: Eonic Wrath
When one dies at the hands of this war god, whether friend or foe, they will turn into a skeleton who fights by Ares' side. He forces them to fight while he sits back and drinks his red wine. Grinning down at how pathetic they look, karmic bonds tying them all together. Yes, he can be sweet and let them live in the Helmix ring of torture but that wouldn't be quite as fun. He would make them fight wars filled with nothing but the feeling of eonic wrath.
