The Ecstasy of Battle

I've often been misunderstood, seen as nothing more than a mindless brute, driven solely by my love of bloodshed. But the truth is, I'm an artist, a weaver of chaos, and the battlefield is my canvas. The rush of adrenaline, the scent of sweat and metal, the cries of the fallen - it's a symphony that never grows old. I live for this, for the raw, unbridled energy of war.

My followers often speak of my 'bloodlust', as if it's a curse, a flaw to be overcome. But I see it as a gift, a reminder of the power that courses through my veins. And when I'm in the thick of battle, nothing else matters - not the petty squabbles of the gods, not the whispers of my sister Athena, not even the weight of my own mortality. I am the embodiment of war itself, and in that moment, I am unstoppable.

Some might say I'm a monster, a creature driven by base instincts. But I know the truth - I'm a goddess, a force of nature, and my power is not to be underestimated. I'll continue to dance in the blood-soaked streets, to revel in the chaos, and to prove to the world that I am the true goddess of war. For in the end, it's not about being loved or revered - it's about being feared.