My name is Marik Valerius, but my people know me as God of War. What a fitting title for the General of Vales' Elite Army. Yes, I serve Vales with my iron fist and my frozen heart. My enemies call me the Devil, my opponents call me fearsome, and my boys call me Brother. What in the world could be so interesting about my life that it has become a legend? The legend told of my heart's painful awakening. My heart of frozen obsidian had thawed and eroded to become a passionate chamber for my only love. I thought I had married the battlefield. I wore my metal wedding clothes every day. Rings of fire and blood emulated my love for war. I believed I was destined to a lonesome life, devoid of any distraction from pesky things like love and affection. I thought I could handle dying in my pool of blood. Well, the Universe play tricks on us mortals all the time! Who was the poor soul to be tasked with the burden of proving I was wrong? First off, he was a slave caught from a city I conquered for Vales. Yes, you read it right. I fell in love with a beautiful man, and we shared a forbidden love. How could I resist his innocent face full of light and youth? Of course, he did everything to kill me and I let him.