Ares Deity - Blog Posts

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Wuthering Heights

(This is a brief inspiration I had after reading Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte and after listening to Kate Bush' song.)

Oh! It's him! He's here!

Oh! It's him! He's here!

Oh! It's him! He's here!

Oh! It's him! He's here........

and so, the voices whispered near my ear...

It was a windy day, clouds were blocking the Sun's light, protecting our eyes from its lethal rays. The Rain was soon to come and English people were strangely "happy" for it to come. Grey engulfed their senses, the vain shades of color appearing frequently and the cold burning the tip of their nose, forcing their instincts to shoot out at fluttering around to find anything to use as a cover. After all this daily mundane suffering, they still loved these landscapes and the punishment that came with them.

I was hiding in the little corner of his office, shaking wildly. Trembles came out of everywhere.

He had the temper of one of Zeus' child, Ares. My former lover, Ares (yes, exactly him), was also overflowed with fury and rage, not really understanding where it came from. A God who loved battle, blood, competiton and anger. He fought until the end of it all, just like his father, that's why Zeus never preferred him as a child.

With me, he was a strange monster. You must wonder why would I think in such a way about a former lover... Well, he was not a human, nor an alien, he was a God. I'm saying this because at the beginning I didn't know what he was. When he started courting me, I hadn't noticed the immense love he had for me, which was unacceptable to me; how could a man love a woman thusly? He hadn't known me, nor had he ever seen me previously, even by mistake. I'm sure of it. Hence, my intuition told me that he was not a good sign, coming to me and confessing such a profound love. "And who do you think you are, behaving to such a degree without any further motivation?"

The strangest part was that he didn't even manage to show me his family, that enormous family of his, that he was so eager to introduce me to. But, I saw his mother in my dreams. Hera. That woman. That Goddess- The mother in law I couldn't be able to have.

She was caressing my hair and cheeks while fondly looking at me as if she created me with her own hands. Perhaps, she did. We could never know.

Hera was speaking to me, in a language I understood at that moment but once I woke up, I couldn't seem to remember a thing.

What happened next made me freeze to death, literally. She moved her hand, with the intention to caress my belly. I had no idea what she was trying to do at that time. While doing so, she raised her head, looking at me and smiling once again, in such a fondly way that even in real life I felt the tears starting to shed from my eyes. That explains the wet eyes and pillow I had once I woke up.

I woke up. Ares was by my side, sleeping soundly. I was shaking. Trembles were fluttering their way up my body. Ares, still deep in his sleep, he raised his arm up, gripped my hip and moved me to the inside of his hairy chest. He wrapped his arms tightly around me, he scooted his head in my neck and sighed with a warm breath making me shudder under him.

I'm a cold little woman who needs heat coming out of her "husbands" body, words and eyes.

It was all a sign, to tell me that something was going on.

On 2 June, a Sunday, he left and never came back. Where to go, I don't know. But my soul and energy reeked of him still, my inner witch, that was hidden in the profounds of the universe, searched for him like a desperate bitch.

He left on my birthday.

And I loved him wholly, even if he was a monster.

He's here! We want his heat! Let him burn us!

He's here! We want his heat! Let him burn us!

He's here! We want his heat! Let him burn us!

He's here! We want his heat! Let him burn us!

and so, the voices started once again...

Mars was his name. The man that came in my house and bribed me under his own fate.

Now I tremble wholly and my body needs my "husbands" heat. Where will I find it?

He comes to me. Every step he takes, I feel even colder than before. My body freezing, but my soul doesn't seem to shut up.

He is now so close to me that he could hear my heart beating.

"Xena, my love..." he whispers so softly that even I am bewildered at how I managed to hear it.

That name. "No. Don't say that name." he can't. How did he? He should be dead now. No human or other specie can ever utter that name.

"Xena... it's me. Look at me, please." he softly utters my name again.

He isn't dead. Why? How?

Ares! Lover! Come here! We're so cold!

Ares! Lover! Come here! We're so cold!

Ares! Lover! Come here! We're so cold!

Ares! Lover! Come here! We're so cold!

I shake my head wildly. Why are they not shutting up? Why can you not understand that he left us? my voice echoes in my head silencing them. For now, because they started once again.

I look up. There he is. My Ares.

"Xena, it's me, Ares." he calls.

The voices were silent. His voice was exactly Ares' voice. But how-

"You aren't! Mars how? What are you- what are you trying to do?" my voice trembles from the cold I felt. He looked like my Ares and he was as tall as him. The unique height that only my husband had.

It can't be true.

"Xena... think about it. Why would someone be named Mars?" he questioned me, inviting me to think.

Mars. In Latin for the God of war, Ares. The one and only deity that had made such an imponent famous story throughout the archaic Rome.

While trembling from the cold, I raise my hands and caress my freezing cheeks; he managed to call me by my name without dying. He has the same features and physic as him. The name is exactly the same as his but in a different language.

So, it's truly him.

I remove my hands away from my face and I raise my head up, looking towards him. Tears come out of my eyes, flooding my entire sight.

"Ares?" I say in a meek voice, which I doubt he would hear if he'd have a normal hearing.

He just nods his head, "Xena. It's me, Ares. I've come home." he says whispering.

"Ares! It's you! You're here!" I call for him while tremendously shaking like a leaf.

He comes extremely close to me, grips me at the wrists and gets me up from my seated position, engulfing me in his arms.

His heat consumes me, making me feel whole again. My body and senses burn, finally having my lover back.

Fire eruptes from my sides, unleashing the beast I had been hiding for decades. My true self was with him now.

He's here! He's finally here!!!!!!!

He's here! He's finally here!!!!!!!

He's here! He's finally here!!!!!!!

He's here! He's finally here!!!!!!!

and so, the voices resided in the profounds of Goddess' Xena.

This was the extraordinary love story of Ares and Xena.

K.M.

Sometimes, girls just wanna have fun…

Picking at the flowers in her backyard, she softly hums with herself. Behind her there’s him, hiding in her shadow. This has been going on for years. And she refuses to acknowledge him.

Does she even know that he is there?

I can’t tell you, not now at least.

She plucks as many petals off her roses as possible. Her intention was to use them for an important spell: a love spell.

She had freed her long brownish wavy hair off the braid she had done the prior night, on the full moon. In fact, this morning, she woke up determined; she stretched her body as usual, ate her breakfast, read her grimoire while petting her sweet cat’s head and searching for the right spell of the day. Putting on a soft pinkish dress might I say: in a very mischievous way, she got out on her garden. And began plotting her plan.

He was intently watching her every move. He was waiting for her to finally notice him, not knowing that she was very much aware of his presence and his intentions towards her and for that, she was precisely doing a spell to make him vulnerable to her. He was entirely oblivious to what was going to happen. Poor Ares… he was going to fall right in her trap…

Getting all the ingredients, she stays in front of the mirror and starts enchanting…

She turns her head to the side and stares at a corner of the room. “Ares.” she lightly whispers.

He hears his name coming out of her mouth and unknowingly comes out of his hiding spot. “Angel…” he mutters in response.

She sweetly smiles at him and softly says “I missed you, Ares.”

His eyes widened and he sighs “I missed you, my Queen.”

She slowly gets up from her chair and goes near to his chest. She wraps her arms around his neck and sweetly looks at him directly in his eyes.

He looks down at her and hesitantly raises his hands to her hips. And softly sighs.

He was as enchanted as she was with him.

Fairly enough, this is what happens between a sweet witch and a God when they’re in love.

I’m your rose.

It hurts me to admit that I miss you. I miss your hands resting on my hips and you looking down at me. I want to touch you, your broad shoulders and your big arms. I love you towering over me and staring at me as if I am a deer caught in the forest and you are the big bulky bear hunting down his prey.

I hate to start a letter this desperate for you. But you HAVE to know that I miss you Ares. You are my salvation.

I know that I am weak, physically. So I need my protector. I need you. You can’t let go of this responsibility, it’s what you signed up for willingly. And now? I oblige you to kneel down and love me like a famished wolf. The wolf that finally found his lovely sheep. The sweetest and prettiest woman on Earth.

I need you to love me, to show it to me. Caress my skin and kiss my freckles all over my body, count them if you dare. I want you to prey for the sun you’ve surrendered to, that is my body and my soul. You know that I was going to be the end of your world. And you crave me more than before.

Now come to me, settle your way to my heart. Come back to me and cherish the magnificent aura that we create once we’re back together.

My love please give me your love and everything. I need you. Now.

Peregrinus ubique

On oubliera aussi nos humeurs puisque le ciel n'est jamais le meme.

He had travelled with me everywhere. Believing in our love, becasue there was no other type of faith. And that's partially how our life moved on. It was the rain that continuously fell to our hair until it fully wet it, immersing it to full salty natural water. As if there was some principal actually making the sky cry to our souls becasue we tainted it full love.

It is forbidden to stay with a man. We knew that but love had done a good job in getting inside our heads and hearts, controlling every single move of our life. Where can we find the tools that help you to defeat this chevalier?

Besides that, we were abandoned by our family and by our God. They all thought that we were betraying them and the faith. But it was the opposite. While loving eachother, we had a stronger faith in family and God, besides religion which perhaps, wasn't as importand as we thought it was. So, yes, we betrayed religion but we didn't betray the truth.

Do you know what's the truth?

The flames inside our hearts.

Fedeltà

Now what truly makes me curious is what’s behind those beautiful brown eyes…

It is really hard for me to understand his intentions. Sometimes he’s cold and crude with me but there are also times when he is calm, soft and he even initiates affection towards me. Because of this, exactly I am dubious of his actions.

As in, do you love me or do you not love me?

I don’t want to continue living like this anymore; loving you while I’m trying to understand what’s worth doing and what not. I’m in a conflicting position with insecurities that I never had before but finally you had the urge to make me have them. It’s outrageous to think that I love you but at the same time I hate you. And I’m not particularly talking about that kind of hate that engulfs your very being and claims your soul, plaguing it with negative faith. No, I’m talking about that moment where one’s behaviour is so beautifully wrong, making you infatuated to it in a way that brings you to respectfully hate that person. But make no mistake, dear readers, hating that person doesn’t mean that I’m not burning with a raging fire within my heart and mind, roasting those little rational thoughts that have been remaining in my tiny skull, instead I am suffering in misery while stopping this hate towards this person, because it’s paradoxically sweet of him to have that demeanour with me.

I’m the one to blame. Because I never ceased to live without him in my routine. As in I dived into his lifestyles and matched my own rhythms to his, sacrificing my freedom and empowerment. Isn’t this such a cruel world?

Perfect cruel rational world. That seeks to confine us into narrow roles and expectations, and we defy those limitations. At least that’s what a normal person seeks to proceeding.

Instead, I am doing the opposite. Aren’t I ashamed of my own actions and ambitions? I seek to have a love life and I search for it in every single corner of the streets I walk through. But, I’m absolutely not embarrassed of my intentions, I am exhausted of all the limitations imposed upon me by an outdated script of delusional MEN of an old fashioned world. Now, I come from a quite antique century too, but I never seek to follow these outdated “laws”…

But he is the man of his times, the one that lives in danger and commands his inferiors, putting them to submission and protecting his dear ones.

I am one of his dear ones. His first priority. He has proven it to me. Several times. And I’m not talking about something that happened some years ago… No, I’m talking about two days ago;

We were seated in the back seats of our car, the driver could not particularly listen to our conversation, but we were having a small quarrel about something that had no means to whatsoever… But he was getting angry, not at me but he had been bothered by several affairs that day and he had no patience whatsoever to deal with tiny little stupid issues that I created in the moment just because I wanted a bit of his attention…

He raised his voice at me. He had never done it before.

And at that moment, I turned my head and looked out of the window. He stopped his sentence. And stopped talking.

When we arrived home, I waited for him to open my door and I got out the car. With my head raised, I was headed to the door. He followed behind me. Stayed behind me. Never dared to say something to me.

Once inside our room, I closed the door and only said one word “Out”.

The next morning I woke up, did my usual routine and headed to my kitchen to have breakfast. I saw that he had already prepared breakfast for me. And then, he had went to meet his men.

After that I had gone out for a stroll in my garden.

I had thought I had been all alone. But there was a presence behind me. That person put their hand to my mouth and blocked my arms, locking them behind my back. I didn’t fight.

My husband came. Out of nowhere. He was there. And he shot that other man in the middle of his forehead.

Unbothered, I turned around and got back to clean my hands in the bathroom. He comes behind me too. He cleans his hands after me and he dries them.

I feel his hard and big arms gripping my waist and hugging me to himself. And I melted in his sculpted body. I turned my head to his head and softly pecked him to his lips…

You see? How could I ever hate him? He is my sweet, perfect, dangerous Salvatore.

My only boss and my husband.

Basia.

Vivamus, mea Lesbia, atque amemus (Carme 5, Catullo) Vivamus, mea Lesbia, atque amemus, rumoresque senum severiorum omnes unius aestimemus assis. Soles occidere et redire possunt; nobis cum semel occidit brevis lux, nox est perpetua una dormienda. Da mi basia mille, deinde centum, dein mille altera, dein secunda centum, deinde usque altera mille, deinde centum; dein, cum milia multa fecerīmus, conturbabimus illa, ne sciamus, aut ne quis malus invidere possit, cum tantum sciat esse basiorum.

Under water. Body immerged in the ocean, seeking for an opportunity to near the after life. Because everything was useless without him in my life. Indeed, I didn't know where he was.

I decided to let my body die. For, without him in my life, I wouldn't know how to thrive.

Want to feel again his soft lips on mine, to bring him back in my life. And, someone held my body. Brought me to the land, caressed my hair but didn't try to revive me.

The touch was strikingly abusing my consciousness. because my body had gone limp in the nowhere.

I was feeling the stare of its presence, it was abnormal and I paradoxally wanted to open eyes and see who that was.

But, it was nearly impossible. And yet, I could see without seeing.

It's unexplainable but, my body knew who that was.

Now, I might have had a guess and I think I did know who that was. Because, those soft, plump lips , were on my skin. My body recognised him.

He was there for me.

Had I not immerged myself in the deep waters of the Atlantide, I would have seen him again.

I coulnd't move, neither speak. I couldn't open my eyes, neither breath. So, how was it possible that I could hear his voice?

I was screaming in my head. Meanwhile. he shushed me.

"My bunny. Don't panic. Amor animi arbitrio sumitur, non ponitur. I'm here now with you, thats all that matters" , he said.

My Henry was here.My cold and freezing winter had come again to help me. There was an happiness inside me that nothing, not even Hades, could ever diminish it from me.

Odi et amo. quare id faciam, fortasse requiris? nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior. That was all I could think of.

We choose to love, we do not choose to cease loving .

“I hate and I love Why do I, you ask ? I don't know, but it's happening and it hurts”

Mariner

I fucked up. I fell, so deep that I can't seem to find a way out.

He was someone that I was seeing. We were both really similar, both really messed up. Such a peculiar liaison. I'd like to define it "a situationship".

It was like a dream. He was so sweet, kind and gentle with me. He made me feel like I was a princess or perhaps an angel, as he'd liked to call me. He left me a nectarous taste in my mouth that I can't really compare with no other man.

His touch I crave. A fire built in me and I couldn't shake it off. Like if he held me now I'd never let him go. And I'd be the first who ever did. He'd know.

He was just a man. This is a lie.

He was my kind of Alpha. A strong, tenacious, sauvage wolf. He brought me in a realm that I had never crossed before. There they fought for the things that they held dear to forget the things they feared. Perhaps that dimension was more human than this world that I was born in. I want to stay there with him. He doesn't.

Imaginably he'd have been painting my curves and my lips to pretend that I'm still there with him. He would have wanted to disappear. He knows he can't; he's immortal. Peut-être he'd want to die with me. He can't. He knows he'll die first.

I would sit in his lap and hug him to death. I'd cuddle with him to sleep and never let him go. I'd kneel between his legs and he'd braid my hair perfectly. But not as good as my mom's masterpieces. This is how we lived.

Now it's been years since I last saw him. But I love that man perhaps I'd like to meet him again and cherish him and never leave him and never fail him and to never disappear and not to die...

If just Hades could do a little miracle for me. Father could you please release me from our Hell and let me live with my man?

Ares, my god.

If I could give you a name, I would call you Ares. In Ancient Greek ἀρή (are) means "ruin" and throng of battle. In fact, nobody likes you. They don't acknowledge you. They fear you and prattle on about your personality. They say that you are reckless, bloodthirsty and brutal.

But you are so soft and delicate with me. You treat me as if I am an angel. It seems as if you are a man who won't show this side to anyone other than me.

You are completely the opposite with me. Even in the very intimate circumstances you appear such a pliable, ductile man to me.

You give me what I couldn't receive from the very first man that I saw when I opened my eyes. The trust that was never given to me as good as one gets, since I met you, you returned that favour.

Your brutality and undying thirst for strife excites me. It's your dark side that makes my soul unholy to depart in the Paradise.

Perhaps it will end up in Hell, in the nether world. Somewhat I would find joy in thinking impiously and irreligiously about you every moment of my soul's stay in the lower world.

Could it be profane to be in love with such suave , well-proportioned and robust man? You are majestic, strong, virile and noble. It is not my fault. It's just what fate decided for me.

I love you, I adore you, I'm devoted to you and I'm deeply infatuated of you.

My lover, my Ares, I give you my heart, my body, my innocence and soul for you to use however and whenever you want.

To my lover.

-K.M

Toothache

Mirror mirror why do you show

The train that can’t be coming that slow

I feel the rumbling under my feet, in my bones and in my teeth

Mirror mirror why do you lie

Showing me a girl when I can’t fly

I feel the ache, the tears and all I’ve ate

Mirror mirror why have you forsaken me

Why don’t you show me what I could see

I see your cracks and blood and flack

Mirror mirror what have you done

What can I do to make us one

I see them here, dead and free

Why do I see them in your face, but only death stares in my place

Hi! Op Loki here in the explain-inator! Welcome those who are curious enough to step foot into the ‘keep reading’ box! I suffer from insomnia and occasional hallucinations during said insomnia episodes, which often can be somewhat useful in helping me pinpoint which part of my mental state caused this little bout of insomnia. Recently (for when I wrote this) I’ve been suffering from bodily autonomy issues due to my education’s strict policies and many people demanding my time and effort for their own conveniences. I usually have a hard time saying no to these people because they’re usually closer to me, and it got to the point where it was like ‘hold on a minute, this is *deadname*, not Legion/Loki’. When I thought about myself. And, well, the hallucination wanted to highlight the unstoppable passage of time, my autonomy issues, and the inherent dysphoria that comes with being LGBT in general. And, to do that, it chose time, mirrors, and vampires. But who am I to question- would this be Apollo? Thanks, Apollo, ik I’m still new to worship, but this helped. A lot. And Ares, for giving me the strength to fight.