Nergal leaned his head back to enjoy the feel of the blood on his arms. The thrill of an unexpected death always filled him with a certain joy that even war could not give him. There was just something about personally causing death that he enjoyed. One on one, outside of war. War was an entirely different thrill for him. This was more personal.
Opening his eyes again, the Sumerian saw someone watching him. They were standing among the Greek dead. A woman. Goddess. She had fresh blood on her face. That was very attractive actually. He never could get his beloved wife to realize how much blood excited him. It would make their time in the bedroom even more amazing.
He was a bit curious as to why the goddess was staring at him so intently. She had to be Greek. They were the only others involved in this battle. They were good fighters, these Greeks. He was certain that he could make this war last for a very long time. Even if they did send their women to fight their battles. He wasn’t certain if they were that cocky or if they were insulting him.
Nergal stepped over his recently deceased warrior and headed over to the Greek goddess. He would get her to tell him what she was doing there. It may just be that she was the one that counted or collected their dead. Now that would be a better reason for him to be facing a woman on a battlefield.
“You seem out of place, sinnis,” he said to her as he drew near. “The battle has ended for the day, but it will begin again with the dawn. Gather your dead and go.”