And where she stood, there is now a balding man. Short and pudgy in stature. Any form of beauty she once had about her was gone.
โCouldnโt have just SMITED ME?โ
Her voice weirdly now is gruff and has a North Atlantic accent.
โIโฆ Uh. Look. I know this was coming. Eventually. Just preferred for it to be less zappy if Iโm honest.โ Another step back, breaths quickening.
โPersonal messenger? Life devoted to the great and mighty Zeus. My grand dad.โ
Saying those words made her internally cringe.
He takes a step forward.
"A few measly offerings is not worth the price of my son, child. You framed him and he was smited. What is it you can offer me now so that I will not do the same, hmm?"
โLook, I didnโt ask for him to. Didnโt you get the offerings I sent up as an apology? I even poured one out for him in remembrance.โ There was a nervous smirk that broke across her face as she took a couple steps back.
"That's a brilliant idea actually."
There's a clap of thunder and a flash of lightning.
Ares is reduced to a mere demigod.
Locking the other divine energy away for now.
@ASonOfZeus who curses my name for it. You do what you must, so you can still live with yours.โ
He raises a brow.
โSo tell me, son, why her? Why her, for you, and for Kronos? Kronos does not set his sights on one lightly."
@ASonOfZeus carefully.โ
Then, colder,
โYou accuse me of making soldiers. You accuse me You accuse me of ignorance. And yet here you stand, choosing to fight anyway, not for me, you say, but for them.โ
A beat.
โThat is the difference between us. I do what must be done, regardless of-