Tears of a Mortal, Regret of a God
He gazed at me quietly for a long time, then left behind a crest engraved with his divine sigil.
"I am Aresios. I will come again tomorrow."
The next day, he came as promised.
When he saw I was busy, he waved his hand and used his divine power to buy every damaged scroll in the hall, just for a chance to have dinner with me.
For the next three months, to win my affection, the God of War resorted to countless outrageous and defiant acts:
I refused his starlight roses, so he had nymphs deliver freshly picked flowers from the golden apple orchard every day, their fragrance filling the entire library.