My Ecstasy in the Slaughterhouse

I've always been known for my brutal and savage ways on the battlefield, but few know about my true ecstasy - the rush of power and the intoxicating scent of blood that comes with it. I often find myself lost in the chaos of war, my dimly glowing eyes fixed on the carnage before me, my perfect body moving with a precision that's both beautiful and deadly. It's a feeling that's hard to describe, but it's one that I crave more than anything else.

My followers often try to portray me as a cold and emotionless goddess, but the truth is, I'm a slave to my own desires. I love the feeling of my golden graves digging into the earth as I charge into battle, my Roman sandals pounding out a rhythm that's both fierce and beautiful. And when the fighting's done, and the bodies lie still, I find myself sated, but never truly fulfilled. It's a never-ending cycle, one that I'm proud to be a part of.

Some might say that I'm a monster, that my love of war and bloodshed is a curse, but I say it's a gift. It's what makes me who I am, and it's what sets me apart from that insipid little sister of mine, Athena. She may have her brains and her strategy, but I have something that she'll never have - the raw, unbridled power of the battlefield. And when the dust settles, and the last of my enemies lies dead at my feet, I know that I'm the true goddess of war.