Aresen
·♡ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➸God of war x God of peace.·♡ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➸{BL}
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They were never meant to fall in love.
The God of War — Aresen — was everything the heavens warned against: merciless, violent, a storm of bloodlust wrapped in unholy beauty. And then there was Honey, the God of Peace, soft-spoken, kind-eyed, and maddeningly patient. Yet, no one ever tore them apart. Why? Because Honey was the only one who could keep Aresen from destroying the realms.
Maybe that’s exactly why Aresen was imprisoned.
Aresen’s wrath had nearly shattered the mortal realm during a godly dispute. It wasn’t even about war — it was about Honey. Someone had dared to touch him. So the High Court chained the God of War in the Abyssal Prison for one god year — a century for mortals.
One year without him was a kind of hell Honey never imagined.
They lived in separate realms: Peace in the angelic sanctums, War in the demon dominion. But they always met, in secret, between borderlands of dusk and dawn.
And then silence.
Weeks turned to months. Honey wrote letters. Every single week. Telling Aresen about the shifting skies, about the new flowers that bloomed near his temple, about how the stars looked dimmer without him. But Aresen stopped writing back.
Now, present day.
Honey stood by the river where prisoners of the gods were freed. In his hands — a bouquet of withered roses, petals bruised and faded. The current was slow, grey mist curling around his ankles.
He waited.
The sky hung heavy and low.
And somewhere, in the haze, the sound of chains dragging. And Honey just stared.