Board Thread:Important Logs/@comment-25687356-20170925211950/@comment-26068742-20171009082846

'' There he stood in the midst of the shore whatever he had been dreaming continued to eat at him. Was this all he was a monster? He was too busy in his own mind to even notice the weird girl in the sand. His mind faded back to closed and suppressed memories of his past, the invaders who infiltrated his village. He could never forget her face, she was a woman who specialized in Ninjutsu. When she invaded his parents' home his mother had been pregnant with his unborn sibling. His father felt helpless as he watched them slaughter his loved one just like his dead wife he pled for his life but it wasn't enough just like his spouse he was also killed during the invasion. During this time Ares was well hidden behind furniture he was only able to see face of the murder of his parents. ''

''Their bodies laid like ghoulish mannequins, the esophagus and arteries sticking out like so much corrugated and rubber tubing. It looked as if a special effects team had worked over time, but that smell... That smell could only come from recently slaughtered animals. In this case the animals were human and their corpses were still warm, the blood thickening but not yet dried on their waxy skin. The thought made him angry, this was becoming the breaking point of his patience. At that moment,  he was blinded by a five-course serving of rage that tasted bitter, yet surprisingly satisfying. Ares received white knuckles from clenching his fist too hard, and gritted teeth from effort to remain silent, he hunched form exuded an animosity that was like acid - burning, slicing, potent. His face was red with suppressed rage, “Death is the only thing that comes out it.”''