Who: Ares and War Where: Empire State Building – Observation Deck When: Thursday, 9 pm Warnings: See the who.
War liked to picture the city below her burning. It wasn’t an original thought not be a long shot. She didn’t really care. Purpose was all that mattered and along with it came a one track mind. War did not question, did not dwell on the trivial meaning of existence and the follies of Yahweh’s creations.
It was all going to end anyway. As to when…well, that was the question - the only one that mattered.
Her fingers twitched at the thought. She could feel the hilt of a sword she had never seen, let alone held against the palm of her hand. Soon, War thought. It had to be.
For now she had to make due with a finite number of distractions. The heathens often proved to be an entertaining bunch and she certainly couldn’t resist meeting another version of War, even if they never measured up.