When you look up into the night sky, you hope for stars, disappointment taking over when all you see is darkness. And maybe that's how it's meant to be, but if you're patient enough, eventually a small flicker of light catches your eye. It may take days, years even, but the stars come back, filling the truest hears with an overwhelming joy. The hearts that belong to those who waited all those years for that small light to find it's way to them.

Ares had spent over a millennium on this earth, having been cursed by his father, Zeus to never find a lasting love. Always the outcast, viewed as a coward by those he knew, even his parents despised him. Nevertheless Ares grew strong, fighting wars across all of Greece, thriving on the fear of his enemies.

When the Gods of Olympus fell, the world thought they had perished. Burning away in the flames that consumed temples which once stood tall. What no one knew was that one by one, the Gods all integrated in to the world, undetected by the mortals. By the 1500's; the Gods had spread across the globe, Ares had made his way to Italy.

No one saw him as a threat, despite the fire that burnt bright within his eyes, making his hair black and sooty. Ares had a strong exterior, both strength and height on his side. He had spent his entire existence alone, making his adjustments easier than it was for his family when they fled across the planet. Only Hades remained untouched, none had dared to go to into the burning flames if hell to challenge him, so Hades was finally the...