Honeyed Pasture villain

If Ares wanted fear he would not recieve any from Drakonis. Instead if anything there was just interest and curiosity, the hunger to know just how dangerous the male who shredded the coyote would be to him. Would he be attacked, his blood spilled on the ground? Or would he be left alone, not worthy of anyone's time, even a murderer's. What did he want the man's mood to be? Did he want to test fate, to see if this was where he was meant to die, if his life was just one meant to be tragedy? "What I want doesn't matter here. If I want you to hurt me, I'm sure you'd do so. If I didn't want you to hurt me, you'd probably still do so and maybe enjoy it more" he spoke in a hushed tone, not due to fear but because of a sick, twisted hope blossoming inside his chest. "Was that enough?" he asked gesturing to the Coyote's body. For a second he paused there, shocked by what he was doing. He wanted to hurt, to feel pain. He wanted to see if the male would kill him or if he still had something else left to do. "Or do you want another victim?" the deadly, dangerous words slipped past his maw before he could stop them. What did he have to fear when everything he had lived for was destroyed therefore leaving him empty and hollow, a walking dead man already?