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We're here today on a secluded Greek Isle with Ares God of War. The brawny 7 foot God before me is leisurely lounging across his Throne of Bones, his long muscular legs draped over one arm. All around us fires burns, the massive hearth behind me is fed by small trees, while in the corners of his dark cave torches burn bringing an eerie glow to the grim surroundings. Everywhere I look there is a weapon of some kind; sword, dagger, arrows, halberds, and of course, guns. The other 'decorations' consist of armor; brightly polished shields, breastplates, and helmets glow in the firelight to remind to be cautious and courteous to the drop-dead gorgeous man staring at me with smoldering onyx eyes.
Lisa: Just wondering, but, why aren't we conducting this interview on Olympus today?
Ares: Suffice it to say that, my Family and I don't get along. Besides, if you went to Olympus with me willingly then there'd be nothing to prevent you from staying a lot longer than you expected.
Lisa: But you do live on Olympus, don't you?
Ares: I do now, this is my…home away from home (he says with a sly smile)…where I come to think and get away from their bickering and back stabbing. (The God of War waves a heavy hand in the air) Enough of them ask me something else.
Lisa: (Swallowing hard) Sure…you've been alive for a long time—and you're in amazing shape, truly first rate.
Ares: (Snickers) Thank you, at my age, just over five thousand years, I have to work at it but, the package is holding us nicely, wouldn't you say?
Lisa: Definitely. (There's an animal magnetism about him, something drawing me to close to him and whispering my own primal desire to touch him, run my hands wildly along his exposed chest—must be professional, can't think about that, on with the interview.)
Lisa: Being so old, are you wealthy? Do you even have any need for money?
Ares: I'm a God, I don't need anything but, when one has hung around this planet as long as I have, one can't help but amass wealth. Yes, in the world of Mortal Men, I am very rich.
Lisa: So why come here? Why not buy a mansion for your getaway instead of this hovel? (Instantly I know I've made a mistake, as the God of War stop lounging, swings those tree-trunk legs off the arm of his Throne of Bones, and leans in close to stare at me with smoldering eyes.)
Lisa: Well, I just meant…well…it is a cave. It's very nice…for a cave.
Ares: (Snarl. His upper lips curls and then settles as he shakes his head.) I have many homes from mansions to small cabins all over the world. I have a full fleet of vehicles, mostly expensive fast cars and motorcycles, I have yachts, a helicopter, a speedboat, and many other mortal toys.
Lisa: Motorcycles? Speedboats? Thrill seeker, Lord Ares? Why? You're a God, you can do whatever you want.
Ares: And I have, a thousand times over. On Olympus they get their kicks by gossiping and stabbing each other in the back. Down here life is fragile, fleeting, Mortals love to test their limits—I like to do that too. Besides, you know, sometimes, ya just gotta have a little fun. Satisfied, woman?
Lisa: (Not yet, but um….) Speaking of satisfaction, I hear there's something particularly interesting about you.
(With purpose and delight I cast my eyes toward that bulge in leather pants and wonder if what I've heard is true. The snarl on his face turns to a grin and then a wicked little smile that makes my heart jump.)
Ares: I take it you've heard about the enormity of my manhood and that I can control the size of my cock. Yes?
Lisa: (My mouth starts to water and all I can do is nod. I've heard that when his staff is at its full potential its nearly the size of a Louisville Slugger.)
Ares: It's true, I can control it, length and breadth, to suit the woman below me. It's more of a …precaution than anything else. I'm so well-endowed that not many mortal women can take me, I can only achieve full sexual satisfaction with a Goddess, that's why I, up until very recently, I kept a constant stable of eight women around me, at my disposal, whenever, wherever, however, I wanted them.
Lisa: (The subject is at hand and I just have to know, so I whisper;) They say women die in your bed, is that true?
Ares: It's not my fault (he's almost apologetic about it) as I said, not many mortal women can take me and, on occasion, I've been known to become overzealous. I tend to make love with as much zest as I war, after all the two are so closely related. They may have died from internal blunt force trauma, but I assure you, they all died smiling.
Lisa: I bet
Ares: Excuse me?
Lisa: Ah, nothing. (I can't tell if it's the hearth or the God but it's suddenly very warm in here, I feel sweat breaking out on my forehead—before I know it--) I think I could take you.
Ares: (Sits further forward and licks his lips, he's so close the musky masculine scent of him is filling my head to forbidden thoughts) Do you?
Alena: I don't think so.
(A woman's voice has broken the tension and I tear my eyes away from Ares to see that a very pregnant woman has entered the room. She's very beautiful with her long silver/gray hair, alabaster skin, and stormy eyes.)
Ares: (Smiles wide, making his smoldering eyes sparkling, as he stands and holds his hand out to the woman.) Ah, Alena, my lovely Wife. (Taking her hand, and kissing her cheek, he sits her on his Throne of Bones) Thanks to her no more women die in my bed, she is the only one I desire, but your offer was tempting.
Lisa: When is the baby due?
Alena: Any day now.
Ares: She's supposed to be resting on Olympus, Raven—our Son here—has been giving his mother much trouble.
Alena: (Looks up at her husband with love in her gray eyes) I missed you.
Lisa: Well, I won't keep you any longer then. Thank you very much for spending this time with us today, Lord Ares and you too, Lady Alena, for coming to grace us with your presence. I wish you both all the best with your blessed event.
Ares: I'm sure you'll be reading all about it soon.
Lost in the heat of battle, Ares cocked his arm back and brought the sword down with all of his might once more expecting to have it bounce off but instead it went through. It pierced through the gut of the Druid in front of him. The man fell to his knees clutching the wound while gurgling sounds rose thickly from his dying throat. Pulling the sword back quickly, Ares struck the shield once more and it shattered completely, leaving those below it open and nearly defenseless.
Ten against four, those were good odds.
The Druid scattered, their main goal having suddenly gone from Capture and Return to Mere Survival. All those engaged in battle were mere inches from each other; most of the guns abandoned in favor of daggers and bare hands as opponents wrestled to the death on the beach beneath the emerging blanket of stars.
Adrian was old but he was still strong and full of dark magick. He had served Cernunnos for nearly a thousand years and had no plans to fail the Great Horned God at this most important task. Summoning all of the magick within him and focusing it through the large oak staff. The clear quartz crystal on the top began to glow with an eerie Dark Light; he brought forth a bolt of energy from deep within the Earth itself. Pointing the staff directly at the God of War and throwing back his other hand so that his old chest jutted forward he let out a commanding cry of power. A wide bolt of black light leapt out from the center of the crystal that had been clear. It crackled through the heavy leather armor to pierce Ares through the heart. It went through the thick leather, past the heavy studs, and right into Ares’ chest burning a hole through the flesh and deep into the body beyond.
Pain, bright, vivid, and agonizing, ripped through Ares toned body as the force of the jolt threw him twenty feet into the air and fifty feet back. He crashed to the ground at Alena’s feet clutching his chest and struggling to get air into his lungs. His face was ashen and his mouth gaping like a fish out of water. Alena wanted nothing more than to drop to her knees at her side, take him into her arms, and offer all of assistance she could. However, the most assistance she could offer now was not comfort but her own courage. Alena stood at Ares feet between the God of War and the Old Druid Adrian. “I remember you.” She hissed.
“I remember you.” Adrian returned slyly. “Defending Ares will only make Cernunnos madder.”
“You shouldn’t have come here.” Alena said through gritted teeth. “You never should have come for him.” Alena growled like a mama grizzly bear as she drew the gladius at her side.
Lying there helpless on the sand, unable to move and barely able to breathe, Ares watched Alena charge forward, sword drawn back to the right of her head her gray hair flying in the wind. Few people ever put their lives on the line for him in a such a willing or courageous manner.
Adrian let another dark bolt of energy fly from the staff but Alena was expecting it she waited for it and easily ducked down, letting it fly over her head, when it came forth. Small and strong, she came in low and deep, bringing the blade up, she severed Adrian’s hand. It, along with the staff, fell to the sand twitching. “I always hated you.” Alena whispered to the Old Druid with his mouth gaping open as he took in the sight of his missing hand and the blood gushing forth from where it once been. She brought the sword back and plunged it forward through his heart. “Always.” Alena gave the sword a good clockwise twist splitting Adrian’s heart in two before pulling it free of his dying body.
Mouth still agape, Adrian fell dead at her feet.
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