Ares

Enyalios, commander of noble-hearted men, ignominy taint you not. Your fury and onslaught are the banes of mortals and kings alike. Your own concourses resonate far and wide. The holder of fiery spheres walks in the wake of ruin.
Enyalios, commander of noble-hearted men, ignominy taint you not. Your fury and onslaught are the banes of mortals and kings alike. Your own concourses resonate far and wide. The holder of fiery spheres walks in the wake of ruin.

Art by Alexander Preuss