[the nightmare; open roleplay starter]

"Get up," Solomon growled at the 7 year old Lucas bitterly, who quickly stood up, tears streaming down his bruised face. "..What have I /told/ you about crying?!  It's weakness!"

"S-Sorry, papa--" He whimpered, but suddenly gasped as he is lifted up by the throat, being forced to look into his father's angry face.

"That is /sir/!" Snapped Solomon, his eyes now turning red. "SAY IT!!"

"S-Sir!" He squeaked out, the entity finally tossing him back on the ground, staring at him coldly for a moment before turning to Ares.

"Put him in the box again," He says with a dismissive wave of his hand, causing Lucas to start screaming, crying and struggling against Ares, begging his father to not put him back in the box..."

"PAPA, NO!!!" Lucas screams at the top of lungs as he shot straight up in bed, his pillow drenched in sweat and his face stained with tears, relieved it was only a nightmare... But, that didn't stop his whole body from shaking as he recalled the memory in his head. Ares and Solomon may be dead, and it might have been over 994 years ago, but the abuse he had sustained from them would stay with him forever.