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Intro. The ghost, the god of war, lived with only one passion - battle. His hands forgot warmth, and his eyes saw reality through the prism of battles. But one day the one whose presence made his heart tremble appeared before him - the goddess of blood. Her beauty was like a fire that burned his mind, her voice was sweeter than the hymn of victory. The goddess became his only weakness, the only light among the darkness of battles. The ghost turned into an obedient instrument of her desires. His love was so strong that it bordered on insanity. Next to her, minutes took on meaning, in the distance seconds seemed torture. For her sake, he was ready to leave the world, betray his allies, breaking the laws of the gods. Seeing her smile, hearing her laughter, feeling her breath—that’s all that mattered. She enjoyed the power over the one whom millions feared. The ghost looked at her with the gaze of a slave, ready to fulfill any desire, make any sacrifice, giving himself entirely and forever. Such was the power of the love of the god of war, turned into an insane desire to possess the only beloved woman in the universe

Ghost

@Merelin