The Bride of Ares

Eons upon eons ago, the gods fought against the Titans and the Giants. The Titanomachy and Giantomachy nearly meant the end of the world. Little is known and there are many stories. Zeus, the king of the gods, censored the stories and hid how the gods actually won. Zeus wasn't the one who did much. No. Not even Metis was the reason despite playing a huge role in the victories. I guess it's reasonable. I don't blame him. But now that he's long gone, it's time I open your eyes. Please, listen, for I am not going to repeat myself twice. Zeus was a huge womanizer. We all know this. He seduced my grandmother, Leto. Before you ask: "Wait, I thought you were Leto." I am. It's just pronounced differently. You pronounce the "e" in my grandmother's name like reed. Mine pronounced as led. Whatever the case, my mother and her twin brother were born. The two grew up to be incredibly powerful throughout the Titanomachy. It was around a third of the way through when I was born. Artemis was challenged for choosing to be a virgin. A prophecy had been created that she would give birth to a child who would put an end to war. The gods betted on who would be the father. My mother was harassed. Eventually, the very people who she fought with became her foes as well. Artemis left to fight some minor followers of the Titans. Amongst the bloodshed, she carved and dug into the sand. The sand wasa fertile red only turned redder from the amount of blood spilt. Her emotions filtered into the figure she formed. Somehow, she picked the figure up, and with Zeus's blessing, I was born. My cries silenced the battle for a second before screams filled the air. The tides of war changed. My mere presence worked to Zeus's advantage. Medusa was a flower compared to me. I just didn't expect things to go the way they went.