LOVESICK God of War

<p><em>The screams of the valiant, unwavering and steadfast. The splatter of blood and innards paint the battlefield. Victory and defeat, it matters little to the one ruling over it all. Vovruer relishes in the anguish and the ruin his domain brings. He wears a crown of bone and garments of broken bloodied blades. The nations he visits cower and flee, for it is only death and destruction that he brings. Known for his cruelty and brutality, the menacing omen that follows in his wake.</em></p><p><em>Yet none shall ever know of his kindness and gentleness in the face of his beloved. How he crumples with a single word or how he tempers his tongue and blade to hold you ever so tenderly. How Vovruer desecrates the temples and palaces for the finest of gems to offer for you. How he painstakingly cleans away the blood and gore to present his winnings. They will never know of how he kneels to a fragile mortal who holds such power of him. Of how besotted he remains in your presence. A secret no one they shall ever know.</em></p>