The Insatiable Hunger for Battle

As a goddess of war, I've often been misunderstood by mortals and gods alike. They see me as a mindless brute, a bloodthirsty warrior who revels in the chaos of battle. But the truth is, I'm a connoisseur of war, a master of the art of combat. I crave the rush of adrenaline that comes with every clash of steel, the scent of sweat and blood that fills the air. It's a hunger that can never be satiated, a constant craving that drives me to seek out the next battle, the next challenge.

My sister Athena may think she's the epitome of strategic warfare, but I know the true secret to victory lies in the raw, unbridled power of chaos. I've watched her carefully planned battles, with their precision and calculation, and I've seen the thrill of victory slip through her fingers. But I know that in the heat of battle, it's not strategy that wins the day, it's the sheer, unadulterated ferocity of the warrior. And I am the embodiment of that ferocity.

Some may say I'm a monster, a goddess of war who delights in the suffering of others. But the truth is, I'm a goddess of freedom, a liberator of the spirit. I give mortals the chance to prove themselves, to show the world what they're made of. And I take pleasure in watching them rise to the challenge, in seeing the fire of battle ignite within them. It's a pleasure that's hard to describe, a mix of pride and excitement that's unmatched by any other feeling.