Disclaimer: War belongs to Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman.
Denial
Have you ever been so angry you hit someone? Bought your child a toy weapon? Laughed at catfights? Admired a beautiful sword?
You may claim to be a pacifist. She came from the minds of men. She is still there, the deadly-beautiful, blood-red goddess of war, the Morrigan, the oracle promising both sides victory, the berserker, the Valkyrie, the mad bloodlust that enters you, possesses you, which you blame for making you act on your own submerged desires.
Claim hatred of her, if you like. She will only laugh. She knows it is your own nature you hate and fear.
