In a dark castle lived a man. A dangerous man. A king, ruler, and overlord. His thoughts accompanied him. The living room, empty with only paintings to talk to. For hundreds of year's this man has lived the same life. The only life. He goes by the name of Ares. Similar to the Greek god of destruction, but are his intentions just as true?
However, he is not always alone. His mother also lives in the castle. A bright and beautiful woman on the outside, but still a cruel and wicked woman on the inside. Her love was known for being cold. Yet no one really knows why. It could've been because of her dark past or maybe she's just born with it. All that is truly known is that she has become lonely just like her children. She sits in her chair full of sorrow as the memories of her husband flood her mind. It's part of her daily routine.
Present Day: Ares POV
"Mother!" I called. And once again I get no response like always. I sigh. "HEYEYEYEYEYEY" I exclaimed. Ugh this women is unbelievably absurd. It must be a mental illness. Finally she come "WHAT DO YOU WANT YOU RAT!!!!!!!!" She throws her drugs at my face. "YOU KNOW WHAT I ALREADY SOLD YOU TO HARRY STYLES!!!!"
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO MOTHER!"
"YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS SON"
Then i die
Finn
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Aadya
FantasyHe was somber and dismal. His thoughts were full of sorrow, as he is alone. Alone with no one but his tyrannical mother. Who's soul was darken by her wistful past. She was bright and Joyous, as her life was going just as she expected. Living with he...
