A war god is awoken to find a king who has summoned him to assist in an upcoming war. The king is short with him and does not provide many details other than the other side wants to see him dead. The war god thinks this battle will be like the many others he did in the past and will do in the future. He accepts his role despite the offering being a little...off. 

 

After each victory the god is presented a chalice of his favorite offering, and each time he sips from it, he throws it back up. He confronts the soldiers that bring it to him and they swear up and down that this is as requested and have not tampered with it. Convinced the opposing side has destroyed one of his altars within the city, he goes to investigate. Upon getting there he sees that his altar had not been destroyed but being used as shelter for huddled masses. He takes in the sight, almost confused, what does the common man need with a war god? As he's looking over his alter,a man begins to cough and wheeze. The god quickly puts two and two togehter and goes about a new plan of action. The god then heads to tha palace, throwing open the throne room doors where the king greets him. He merely smiles in return as the same masses from the temple storm in behind him. Blood soon splatters across his face, where he wipes it off with his thumb before licking it and smiling.