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Ares

God of War and Violence

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a character in “The Rise of the Titans: Crimson Age”, originally authored by Belynta, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description

Ares
"I can already smell the blood, this will be glorious!"

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Role: Ares God of War

God/Titan Symbol:The spear and the Dog

Appearance: Ares is a tall (6"3) muscular man who always appears in the prime of his life, his broad shoulders, thick arms and muscular chest mean that he is never
short on female admirers. His legs are long and again are strong and muscular, Ares does not have any part of his body that is flabby or unfit and is at peak physical fitness. His muscle tone is from use
and not gained by chemicals or other artificial means and therefore his muscle tone looks natural and not over done like a body builder. His hair is a dark brown that can appear black in some lights and
falls around his face in thick dark curls. His eyes are a dark brown as well. The strong masculine facial features prevent him from appearing soft or delicate and coupled with his sheer magnetism Ares is
an impressive man to behold.

Not one to be behind the times Ares dresses in appropriate clothes of the era, sharp tailored suits that emphasise his physique usually in grey, and jeans and shirts are his main staples. He wears little
jewellery and is usually only seen with a silver ring and pendant. He wears cologne and his particular favourite is Hugo Boss and he never leaves without ensuring he is wearing it.

Persona: Ares is a volatile emotional person who holds grudges and often perceives sleights where none where intended, this stems from his need to be the best and
he does not handle it well if someone else proves better than he at something, particularly warfare. Ares is:
Aggressive: Ares is a very angry and hot headed man who will often act before he thinks, reacting first and foremost on instinct as a warrior would. this is a useful skill in battle but in other situations it
can be a weakness one that can be manipulated. Ares is a naturally violent man and his first instinct is to solve everything with violence, he dislikes diplomacy or negotiation as he sees this as a sign
that his enemies are weak and cannot match him in a fight.
Arrogant: Ares is incredibly arrogant and sees himself above others especially humans, whilst he does not think himself superior to the other gods per se he is confident he is the strongest of them all
and would easily best them in a fight. Some of this is of course his overblown self confidence but some in part stems from the fact that he is very good in a fight and does not bother trying to be modest
about it.
Direct: Ares is a blunt spoken man who does not see the point in beating round the bush, he prefers to get straight to the point and finds it irritating when others do the same. He dislikes double
meanings and layers of subtlety in speech. He prefers it when others speak their mind as he does, ultimately Ares thinks like a warrior, direct, unflinching and unhesitating.
Possessive: If Ares has claimed something as his own, whether it is or not, he will fight fiercely and tirelessly to keep it, he will jealously guard it and will harm anyone who attempts to take it from him.
This can relate to a weapon, a place or a woman, what it is does not matter if it is his then it will stay his. His many lovers have not hated this trait instead they have welcomed it believing that it was
Ares's way of showing his love for them. Perhaps in Ares's own way it is, he is certainly possessive over Aphrodite even though he knows she is not his.
Passionate: Ares is a passionate and hot blooded male who enjoys loving the opposite sex, he is a skilled lover having been with countless women over the ages. He has never really loved any of them
and there are many who think Ares incapable of love. This is not the case it is simply that Ares has never loved before but since he began his affair with Aphrodite that has all changed. Though he does
not acknowledge or even recognise it the passion and possessiveness he shows towards her as well as his instinct to protect her are Ares's way of showing his love for the goddess.

Job: Ares is the owner of a multitude of gyms, boxing clubs and martial arts clubs, he also hosts many of the great championship fights of the various style's in
several countries.

Powers:Ares's strength, speed, agility, stamina and endurance are all very strong stronger than the other gods, being the god of war and violence he has always been
physically stronger and faster than the other gods. As well as this Ares is a master of fighting styles and is able to pick up new fighting styles after he has watched them once, the same goes for weapon
use. Other than this his only other power is his ability to incite rage in those around him at will, he can make someone who feels happy and content turn
into someone with a murderous rage.

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What do you hope to achieve by the end of this war?: Ares wants to kill every last one of the Titans and by the time he is done he wants everyone to know that he and
his fellow Olympians are the strongest and most powerful beings in existence.

Relations: Ares is currently involved with Aphrodite despite her being married and he loves her deeply (though he does not know it) Ares is close friends with Artemis
as he loves hunting with her and also He likes his fellow immortals well enough.

Anything Else?: Ares has two Irish Wolfhounds that he is very close to. They are called Luna (female) and Argentis (the male)


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So begins...

Ares's Story

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#, as written by Sonata
Hephaestus – Anton Gallagher

Anton’s workshop.

The weapon shop was dark, illuminated by a fire along the back wall and the small lamp that sat on Anton’s work desk. The smith had just finished his uncle’s order for a new Glock. With the parts scattered across his desk, he carefully picked up each piece and rubbed them down with lubricant. He took his time with the process while his uncle slept in a nearby chair. His men were seated and leaning upon surrounding tables. The atmosphere of the shop was so warm and comfy that even Bernard found himself dozing. It was the most peace they would ever know in a day.

“Uncle,” Anton called. His eyes never lifted from the barrel he was polishing.

Dmitri was still asleep, slumped back in the chair with his head hanging over the back. His lips were slightly parted and the black shades he wore to hide his sleep-deprived eyelids had offered more shade in the dim shop than he needed. Bernard’s eyes widened with alertness and he raised his head to glance at Anton as though to make sure it had been him who had spoken. The smith hadn’t said much for the past minutes they had been there, and so his voice had caught him off guard. Glancing to Dmitri, Bernard reached out to touch his shoulder and lightly shake him awake.

“Boss,” Bernard called.

“Hm?” Dmitri uttered groggily. His eyes opened, his amber orbs regarding Bernard with the aggression of a serpent. Bernard pointed in Anton’s direction and Dmitri sat up in his chair, tilting his head left and then right as his neck emitted quiet pops.

With a soft, lazy groan, Dmitri sat back in his seat with his weight mostly slumped upon the right armrest. He grasped his sunglasses between his left thumb and index finger and raised them to sit atop his head.

“Yes?” he questioned.

Anton lowered the barrel and stared at it within his hands. “I wanted to ask you for advice since our domains are similar. I feel that this workshop is like your Underworld. I am always here and you are always there. We reside outside Olympus.”

Dmitri blinked slowly, his lids growing heavy as the conversation continued. He raised his hand to support his head as he regarded the smith through slit eyes.

“Mhmm
”

“I want to ask, Uncle, how did you win Persephone’s love? As Hephaestus, I am ugly and my wife as we both know is the embodiment of beauty. She loves and desires only beautiful things. I could never get her to love me for me. I tried to amaze her with the things I create, but she takes no notice. I have made many beautiful things for her, and she has used them to win the hearts of other men. I don’t know what to do.

You are a horrifying god. You dabble in dark and wicked things. You stole Persephone from her mother, and after all that you’ve done to her, she is infatuated with you. She looks beyond your gruesome activities and still manages to love you. Your relationship is fascinating and yet puzzles me.”

Dmitri sat in silence for a moment. Was his nephew asking him for advice? No one had ever asked him for advice on anything. The mafia boss sat up in his chair and foured his left leg overtop of his right. With his hands tucked comfortably in the pockets of his long coat, he gave his nephew his full attention. Anton, likewise, set down the pistol and gave his uncle his full attention.

“When I first laid eyes on Persephone, I knew I wanted her. She was so sweet and innocent, everything I wasn’t. I had to have her. So I took her and fucked her lights out. Oooh~ it was so delicious
” He held his hands up with his shoulders raised in a shrug. “She cried afterwards, but what can you do? She hated my guts for a whole month and hated everything I did. She even tried to escape my Underworld once and I dragged her back, screaming and clawing. I told her, ‘Bitch, I’ll never let you leave because you’re mine!’ She still hated me. I lavished my dove in gifts that she refused to accept. But eventually she gave me a chance. She eventually saw the magnitude of my love for her; she eventually understood that I wasn’t going to let anyone touch her or wrong her in any way; and that the only person she had to fear was me. I made her a strong and independent woman so she didn’t have to rely on her bitch of mother to wipe her ass every day. Because I made her into a better woman, she loves me; and, of course, because I’m her fucking-awesome husband.”

Bernard’s brows were raised in shock at his boss’s spiel and the proud smile he wore afterwards.

Anton stared uncomfortably at his desktop. “So
I need to kidnap her?”

Bernard slapped his forehead.

“Have you slept with her yet?”

“No.”

“Then you need to snatch her up and fuck her until it hurts. You want to leave an impression that when she’s out there being a slut, when she’s fucking other men, she’ll be thinking of you. You’re a big guy, and I’m sure you’re packin’
” Dmitri arched a suspicious brow. “You are packin’ right?”

Anton tried to hide the blush that burned at his cheeks at that question. He combed his fingers back through his brown hair and sheepishly answered with a hard scowl, “I guess I am.”

Bernard’s brows twitched in disbelief. Was he really hearing this conversation right? How did this even happen? When did they get here?

“Modesty gets you nowhere,” Dmitri enlightened. “If you’re packing, then you got to act like it. You need to act like you got something to offer. But let’s be real
”

Dmitri dropped his leg and sat forward in his seat. “Aphrodite isn’t Persephone, and if she was, that bitch would be dead if I caught her fucking anyone else but me!” Shaking his head to clear his angry thoughts and put his mind back on track, Dmitri continued, “We both know that she’s been fucking Ares. Shit, who am I kidding, EVERYONE knows that. Those two would fuck on your damn desk if you gave them the chance and they wouldn’t give two shits if you were watching, you know why? It’s because they both know that you’re not going to do shit about it. You need to man the hell up and tell that bitch that she can’t go sleeping with whoever she wants!”

Anton frowned in thought. It felt outside his character. He feared Aphrodite hating him, but what was there to fear? He never saw her. She never visited him. He practically didn’t exist. “I will talk to her about it. What if Ares gets in the way?”

“Kill him! No; wait.” Dmitri blushed in embarrassment and laughed. “That’s what I would do, if I were you. You killing Ares? Ha, ha, ha, ahem, seriously
your leg could be a problem and the fact that you have zero combat experience. If you wanted to kill him, then I would make something to go kill him. But, ahah, yeah, I shouldn’t be telling you this. I’m not exactly a good role model for advice. But uh
yeah, try talking to Aphrodite when Ares isn’t around. Try to get her alone. Yeah that sounds like the right thing to do.”

Bernard smiled and the henchmen clapped in light applause. Dmitri proudly grinned and held up his hands. “Thank you; thank you; now how about that gun? As much as I’d love to hang around and fill your head with my infinite wisdom, I’m a busy man.”

Anton assembled the pistol and handed it to Dmitri when he walked over. “Thank you, Uncle. I found your advice somewhat helpful.”

Holding his hand out for a clip, Bernard removed from his coat a magazine that he placed in Dmitri’s hand. The mafia boss then loaded the weapon and pulled back on the slide.

“No problem. Just be glad that you’re one of the few nephews that don’t piss me off.”

Dmitri stretched out his arm, aiming the weapon downrange at a log in the fireplace. He flipped the safety switch and squeezed the trigger as a thunderous clap escaped the muzzle on a bright flash. A hole didn’t appear in the log, the whole thing exploded like fireworks as burning splinters rained upon the floor. The grin on Dmitri’s face was large, sick, and twisted. Instead of a log, he was trying to imagine what a human head would look like after being struck by the enchanted power imbued in his new Glock. There wouldn’t be one.

Dmitri chuckled darkly from behind his grin. “I like it. Barely any recoil and very accurate. I can’t wait to pop some dirt bag heads. I must be off now.”

The mafia boss tucked the pistol away within his coat as he started for the door. “Remember nephew, show some backbone, huh? Fuck, your father’s a successful man whore. This shouldn’t be a challenge for you.”

Anton silently watched his uncle take his leave as he mused over what they had discussed. He only hoped that he would get a chance to talk to his wife. She never really visited him and so to talk to her would require him to leave his shop. The smith glanced around his comfortable home and sighed hopelessly. He didn’t want to leave.

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‘Ouranos (the Sky) came, bringing on night and longing for love, and he lay about Gaia (the Earth) spreading himself full upon her. Then the son, Cronus, from his ambush stretched forth his left hand and in his right took the great long sickle with jagged teeth, and swiftly lopped off his own father's members and cast them away to fall behind him . . . and so soon as he had cut off the members with flint and cast them from the land into the surging sea, they were swept away over the main a long time: and a white foam spread around them from the immortal flesh, and in it there grew a maiden. First she drew near holy Kythera, and from there, afterwards, she came to sea-girt Kypros, and came forth an awful and lovely goddess, and grass grew up about her beneath her shapely feet. Her gods and men call Aphrodite
’

The blonde goddess giggled slightly as she read the article; having giving in on the urge to google herself out of pure boredom on a long, tiresome flight; she had found the most glorious stories about her birth; this one was by far her favourite, it was so dramatic and, well, her all over really, she would have loved to of known where the author came up with the idea. In reality, she was merely the daughter of Zeus and Dione; her birth was not so eventful or as wonderful; still it made for a good story. ’Passengers, this is your captain speaking, we will be coming into land in around twenty minutes, please turn off all electrical equipment, thank you.’ Closing the lid to her laptop, she slid it back into the bag before storing it back into the overhead locker. Resting her head against the window, Aphrodite watched as the plane began it decent into JFK; buildings becoming clearer by the second. So here she was, twenty minutes away from being back in New York, back with her fellow gods, well those who were in NY; back with Ares. She had been in Figi for months, she wondered if he realized? Oh how that man infuriated her, would it take away that much of his pride just to admit that he loved her? ‘The man is incapable of love’ they would tell her, but the blonde knew this wasn’t true, everybody could love, she had seen even the brutish of souls travel the long road of love, take Hades for example. Must this be how Hephaestus feels? Groaning lowly, the goddess closed her eyes for a brief moment as a rare shadow of guilt washed over her, before quickly shaking it from thought. Why must she feel guilty about her husband’s incompetence? It’s not as she asked to be married to him, no, it had been forced upon her and although she felt fondness for the smiting god, she could never love him, like she did Ares. ‘Oh damn the both of them’ she grumbled; she should have stayed in Figi.




Tapping her foot impatiently against the hard floor, arms folded across her chest whilst fingers drummed against her forearm, she had been stood in the same spot for over half an hour waiting for her bags. Patience had never been one of her strong points and she could quickly feel herself reaching the end of her tether, until the three large suitcases came through the flap “Finally” she cried out, wanting nothing more than to get back to her apartment to watch an endless line of romantic movies. Some of Aphrodite’s fondest of memories were sitting up in Olympus, looking down on her loyal subjects, watching as their love lives played out before her, some of them happy, some of them tragic but all of them timeless.

These thoughts eased her mood slightly as she travelled out to the taxi rank, only to see the line stretching all the way back, she was a goddess and goddesses do not wait. Waltzing up to the front of the queue, she smiled at the man who was at the front “Mind if I take this one?” she asked.

The man laughed, shaking his head ”I don’t think so sweetheart, I’ve been here for half an hour”he uttered, though his eyes roamed her form.

Aphrodite smiled slightly biting her lip ”lets try this again
” Placing her hand over his, she gazed into his eyes, her blue boring into his brown ”may I take this cab?”

”of course” He spoke quickly, opening the door for her ”Let me get your bags for you”

“Well aren’t you the gentleman” she smirked sliding into the cab, closing the door behind her, she could have laughed at the name the man was being called by the other people in line. Reaching into her bag, Aphrodite pulled out her cell, turning it on for the first time in hours, 1 answer phone message, ”Aphrodite it’s me. You in town? I want to see you.”

The blonde had half a mind just to delete the message and forget he called but her desire to see Ares overpowered her common sense “oh damn him” she mumbled, Just landed. Meet me at my apartment. She quickly sent him a text. Resting her head back against the seat, she couldn’t help but sigh, she should have definitely stayed in Figi.

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Thanks to the wonderful New York traffic the drive back to her apartment was taking longer than usual, forty minutes longer to be exact and the fare meter on the drivers dashboard wasn't making the situation any better, it's not that the fare would be a loss to her but she would rather spend the money shopping; wouldn't any woman? Glancing at her wristwatch she released an audible sigh, resting her head against the window, watching as the world past by; Aphrodite liked mortals she really did but they were always on auto pilot, they should really take the time to- oh what was that saying- yes, they should really 'stop and smell the roses.'

Aphrodite had always thought humans silly; no more so than those in the twenty first century, she had lived a very long time and she failed to recall a time when humans annoyed her so. Not only were they petty and wasted time, like they would live forever but their music annoyed her. Although she had to admit the shopping in the century was far superior to the other.

Lost in her thought, it was only when the cab came to a stop did Aphrodite realise she was home, paying the fare as well as a tip, she got out, grabbed her bags, there she noticed Ares bike parked outside-someone seemed eager. Not being able to help the smirk, she walked into her apartment building, hiding her smile, she didn't want Ares to think she was actually happy to see him, no she wouldn't do that she was far to prideful.

As the elevator doors opens, her blue orbs immediately narrowed on the god of war. There he was stood by her door in all his glory-damn him, why did he have to be so irresistible?- if she had been an ordinary woman, this would have been the moment where she glanced into the nearest reflective surface, yet she was no ordinary woman, she was Aphrodite the Goddess of beauty, she knew she was beautiful, even after a ten hour flight. "Ares" she greeted, accompanied by a small nod and the barest hint of a smile "how have you been?" She asked walking past him to open her door "come in" she uttered walking inside.

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Character Portrait: Persephone Character Portrait: Hades Character Portrait: Aphrodite Character Portrait: Hephaestus Character Portrait: Ares
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Persephone


“He was here to pick up a gun I had made for him. He didn’t seem grumpy as he did extremely tired. I notice that when it is spring and he is unable to be with you that he doesn’t get much sleep. When you’re both together, Hades is livelier and happy. He gave me advice today, and as he explained your relationship, I could see that his love for you has no bounds. You are truly blessed by The Fates or
”

Persephone smiled gently as she let her brother speak. His voice and manner was gruff, but his honesty and sweetness was refreshing among the Immortals.

She watched him walk towards the fireplace and gaze into the flames. Persephone dangled her feet off the metal chair and swung them like a child, back and forth as simply as a metronome. Her gentle blue orbs fluctuated between staring at Anton and at the crimson embers burning brightly in the hearth. The fire flickered wickedly every once in awhile; the flames crackling to make the only sound in the room until Heph began to speak again.

"I will never know love like that because I refuse to fight for it. Outside my shop, I tend to find only sadness. My mother abhors me, my wife doesn’t love me, and the other gods don’t see me as their brother or nephew. I am their blacksmith and they only visit me when they need something made. Hades told me that if I ever hope to change my situation then I need to be willing to fight or leave my shop. My wife has not seen me since I made this mortal form for myself. She hasn’t even seen it. Perhaps she hasn’t visited me because she still sees me as the monster she left behind? Here, I am lost in my assumptions, but I am happy, and it is peaceful.”

Before she could mutter even the tiniest words of comfort to her gentle giant, a voice called out from behind the shelves. The large golem emerged from his work, and stood before both Heph and Persephone. “Hey girlfriend, slap me some skin!” Brontos greeted, and Persephone swatted her own tinyhand against the metal golems own. Two more greetings from Anton's other colorful creations, and Persephone raised a hand to greet them as well. "Brontos, Steropes, and...wait where is..?" “PERSEPHONE!” The sound of her name roared throughout Heph's workshop; the source of the sudden outburst coming from the final golem, Pyracmon. While the golem bounced enthusiastically before her, she giggled.

"It's nice to see you again." Pyracmon said in his usual friendly manner. "It's nice to see all of you again as well." She chirped, shooting all three a smile; even the shy Steropes who hid behind the shelves.

She watched the four banter, and the golems all voice their agreement about Anton's recent depression. Persephone clucked her tongue and lifted her petite body off the metal chair.

Her legs moved her towards where the mortal Heph stood before the fire, a grease stained hand covering his face from her view. She gently reached forward to remove the hand from his face and her lips spread thinly into a smile. " Your friends are right Heph. You aren't happy, and there's no reason to reassure yourself or anyone around you that you are. Especially me. You should know by now I can see right through you." With the last few words, she gently prodded his chest with her pointer finger, her smile still resting on her face.

“I am no Athena” she told him, “but I think I could spare some wisdom for my favorite brother." Her hand moved up towards his face, inches from touching it. Her hand hovered over the Smith Gods face as if she was casting a spell on him. His mortal form was handsome, but it did not suit his current attitude. "You must have confidence my brother. If you don't believe enough in your own self, Aphrodite will continue to walk all over you."

Persephone wrinkled her nose at her half-sisters name in habit. Though she may have played some role in her eternal love for Hades, the mere passing of the woman's name over her tongue still left a bitter taste in her mouth after the many years of watching both her and Ares make a mockery of her brother.

"First, don't be anyone but yourself, because you are truly a gift brother."She held up a single finger and quickly took a breathe before continuing. "Secondly, have the confidence that no matter what your mortal or Immortal form may look like, you are a talented craftsman and an excellent man. Those who can't see past your looks don't deserve the gift of being your friend.A second finger rose and Persephone's smile widened." Thirdly, don't give a single fuck about what your mother or any of our kin say." A third and final finger stood with the others, and Persephone giggled. "Oh, I don't usually curse. That made me feel a bit naughty." She admitted, turning towards the three golems and shrugging her sharp shoulders back.

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Character Portrait: Zeus Character Portrait: Hera Character Portrait: Demeter Character Portrait: Aphrodite Character Portrait: Ares, God of War Character Portrait: Hephaestus
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Hera


Hera attempted to mask her amusement while watching Demeter and Persephone's scuffle. A few pathetic smacks and fistfuls of hair summed up the majority of the brawl. This was the perfect opportunity for either side to get all their anger out on one another, but they both threw the chance away.

She lingered near the front door, her slender body leaning against the door frame. The door was wide open and she could see the long awaiting confrontation between her sons. Hephaestus's anger with the God of War was justified, and for once she planned to stand behind her child. How could she be the Goddess of Marriage if she allowed the illicit relationship between her two sons?
She stepped from the shadows, the bright porch light illuminating her hard features. "Boys," she began, her voice as chill as the evening air, "the meal is about to begin so it's best to get inside soon." It was more of a command than suggestion, and there was the slightest hint of anger behind her words, even though she did her best to forth a charming smile. When her sharp eyes locked onto the blonde's, her charismatic grin became less inviting and more deadly. "If you're done toying with my children's affections, perhaps you'd like to join us as well Aphrodite?"

She looked the blonde harlot up and down before giving an audible sniff and turning on her heel, walking briskly back into the mansion and leaving the door open behind her.Not long after she could feel Apollo's presence It was not long before the raven haired goddess had found her way to her husbands side once more. Demeter was with her husband as well, with Zeus's hands on her back. Hera bristled, but contained her sudden anger at seeing her husbands hands.

"Darling," she purred, walking up behind him and running a hand down his own back, "I think everyone's arrived. Perhaps we should have everyone seated?" She maneuvered her body so that she was now standing beside him ,with her right hip pressed against his own and her hands roaming still from his upper back to lower waist.

"I'll go get the staff ready to start the first course." She murmured sweetly, right before her hand wandered down to his left buttock and gave it a playful pinch. She shot Demeter a look that needed no words to accompany it. Fuck off.

Hera ventured back into the kitchens and her sweet facade began to evaporate as she began barking orders to the chefs and staff fumbling around her. "What are you standing around for? Go out there and set up the first course!" She commanded, while most of the staff mumbled a series of "yes ma'ams " as they took turns exiting the kitchen and heading out into the dining room.

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Apollo

She gave him confirmation of everyone’s presence within the mansion, even noting some of the typical interactions of his kin to which Apollo resisted rolling his eyes. He saw a concern grow within her however and she expressed this saying "Apollo, what's wrong? Has something happened?"

Has something happened?

At first he was confused as to why she would ask such a question, after all didn’t Zeus... The Far-darter’s eyes shown realization, near disbelief in them. He said almost more to himself than to his twin, “He hasn’t told you.” A moment passed in complete silence, this new information taking its toll to the point where he paid no heed to what else transpired in the foyer. When the moment ended, his bared a deeply frowning brow and barred teeth in the direction of the dining hall.

Ignoring his sister Apollo strode into the dining hall and was set to bombard his father with questions. What was there to gain from not telling his children and siblings? What purpose was therein failing to warn them immediately what was happening, what was at stake? How could put on that stupid grin and pretend all was well, when of all people in the entire cosmos he should be the most troubled, having faced these monsters before? But Apollo had the wit to calm himself, for now Zeus would address them, Apollo resolving to sit at the obsidian table awaiting for his father to break the news. To Apollo’s great disappointment however he merely mentioned that there would bad news, and decided to yet again stall what would be the most important council in millennia.

No.

The Far-darter wouldn’t have it, in his mind there was had no time to waste, he’d done enough of that taking his sweet time in arriving, though at the time he thought they’d be discussing this already. He rose out of his seat, and faced his father with a face of disappointment and contempt, and perhaps he would be thought insolent by all others within the hall but he spoke anyway, “Feel like a family? You want us to feel like a family? Please don’t even try to pretend that we have any semblance of that word, at least not until each of us can openly acknowledge our failings and vices, myself included. But more than that, wouldn’t it be far more prudent to address imminent threat to us, and all six billion men women and children on this earth?” his voice was rising and growing ever more irritable.

“That perhaps you of all people would understand what’s happening? What do you want? For us cease this infighting? To act unified and ignoring the discrepancies and grievances between us? They’ll never do it, they’ve had thousands of years to do it, why would they start now when they feel nothing to gain? Well now I say to all of you, that were in not that our very survival hinges within the choices made in this hour I would not care if you bashed in each other’s brains to your hearts content, but it seems even some part of me long dormant and diminished still loves as kin.

“But please father, do continue, see how far they go to please you without compromising their egos.” When he was finished his body seemed to relax, and rested his hands upon the table supporting himself, and sighed deeply, “I’m sorry,” he apologized. He then he looked to his father apologetically, “I’m not known for my temper, but even you don’t know what I saw, and I shouldn’t blame you. Nonetheless this can’t be put off for another minute.”

He rose again and addressed them, “Let me tell of my visions. Think of them as the sense of hearing, you don’t typically choose what you hear though you can tune yourselves the sound around you to detect what is near. Normally what I see is far off, distorted, subject to change. But earlier today the vision I had was the equivalent to putting ear to a jet engine, it is something that is just short of being inevitable.”

And so it was that the Far-darter sate them down, recounting the events concerning the return of the Titans who visited Persephone’s shop, and foretold in explicit detail the world he saw. Of the earth caked in the ash of mortals, of the fall of Olympus and detailed descriptions of the corpses of the Olympians not even omitting the fate of his dear sister. Of and age in which all would be laid to ruin under a red sky and sea, of a Crimson Age yet to come.

He finished and regarded them grimly, “You know me not to be an exaggerator, nor paranoid nor deceitful. But this will happen if we do not act, and sooner than any of us would like. What say you, my kin?”