Perspective: Captain Steve Trevor
As the Vaucresson factory collapsed under the weight of Eron's lightning, I crawled out of the trench. The air didn't just stink of chemical gas; it reeked of ozone and divine death. I looked at the two of them, standing in the center of the devastation. Diana, with her sword bathed in the blood of officers she had executed without a hint of remorse, and Eron, enveloped in blue sparks that seemed to lash out at fate itself.
I, who always fought for democracy and freedom, realized in that instant what a sick joke our flags were. They didn't come to save us from fascism. They came because the world is a board too small for them. If Diana and Eron decided to, they wouldn't just win this war; they would enslave every nation, every army, every man who dared to raise his eyes. We are not their allies. We are merely the witnesses to their ascension.
Perspective: Eron
The roar of the collapsing factory was music to my ears, but amidst the chaos of twisted metal and agonizing screams, something shifted. The air grew denser, saturated with a scent I had known since birth: the smell of heated bronze and pure hatred.
Time seemed to slow. I clenched my fists, feeling the sparks in my fingers vibrate at a different frequency. Diana stepped closer, her face clear of any human hesitation, but she felt it too.
— Eron... — she whispered, her hand tightening on her shield.
— I know — I replied, my eyes scanning the shadows of the city ruins.
I could see Steve Trevor in the distance, shaking like a leaf, a man broken by what he had witnessed. But he was no longer the focus. Beyond the armies of mortals, beyond the tanks and poisonous gases, a presence was manifesting on the battlefield. It was a deity that fed on every shot fired and every life reaped in that world war.
Ares.
The God of War was there, invisible to the eyes of the soldiers, but glowing like an open wound to me. He was feasting on the despair of men, and I could feel his silent defiance. He thought this century was his personal slaughterhouse.
A lopsided smile cut across my face. Diana was my queen, the island was my future harem, and this world... this world would be my hunting ground. If Ares thought he could reign over this feast of blood without paying tribute to the son of Zeus, he was about to find out that the lightning from the heavens spares not even the gods.
— Steve — I called out, without taking my eyes off the smoky horizon. The captain looked at me with a dread that almost made me laugh. — Pray to whatever god you still believe in. Because your war has just become something no human will survive to tell of.