Ares having spend much of his time with his son and his duties as Lord of the underworld has bn haunted by an unexplainable voice that whispers to him, that no one else but him can hear. He knows it is something important but ignores it simply to continue being with his Son in his Kingdom, what care does he have for whatever happens outside his realm. He ponders this as he watches his son Phobos being courted by the nymphs and the fellow under worlds gods for his attention, it's not what care Ares has but what care his son may have and what kind of father Ares wishes to be.
Ares sitting in his throne closes his eyes as he strains to listen to what he perceives through his godly senses straining to make out the words as he listens he is able to make out the words: Rise, Lord Ares. Rise and live again for you are are in danger of Doom...your body has fallen to Doom...
Ares annoyed struggles to make sense of the words spoken annoyed he has not yet mastered his Omniscience and may never will limited only to his domain. Once more he struggles to home in to the voice not realizing that he is gently being pulled to the source. suddenly he is overcome by a more forceful tugging and finally pulling him against his will, Ares fighting the pulling force adept to regain his composure and open his eyes but is overcome by Darkness of oblivion and suddenly an explosion of light and agonizing pain.
opening his eyes he is overwhelmed by the frigid cold darkness and can feel he is within something no longer residing in the underworld, his chest burning on fire keeping him from focusing his godly senses only thing he can feel is blood oozing his bones, muscles regenerating and the pain that comes with it . He's alive and he feels the pain pushing the lid off his coffin aside he rises from the Coffin covered in his own dried up blood the gash in his chest shrinking and finally vanishing. The pain so unbearable he should be screaming in agony if he were not a god of war and death let alone moving. Ares stepping out of the stone Coffin he looks at the carvings realizing it is asgardian in design the room he is in is appears to be a castle but not asgardian in design but made by mortals.
Ares Concentrates trying to focus his senses pushing past the pain asking himself, was it all a dream? no, he knows who he is these are memories not dreams, he is Ares God of War and Death, Lord of the underworld.How long has he bn dead, days, weeks, years? sense of time has no meaning to the dead. Ares closing his eyes feels his gaze return to the underworld as it zooms in to find his son and is astonished to realize he is still sitting on his throne and staring back meeting his own gaze. The shock forces Ares to open his eyes finding himself back in the room feeling disoriented realizing he is both in the underworld and in the living world his mind straining to separate his experiences and compartmentalize to the new situation, Ares falling over the room spinning as he tries to concentrate and focus slowly breathing feeling like his mind being pulled apart.
Slowly Ares begins to regain control his mind adapting able to push back the experience of his soul self in the underworld burying its experience and focusing on the material world. slowly rising he begins to ponder the situation asking himself various questions, what em i, an Avatar? em, i still me or just a clever golem ? which of us is Ares or are we both?
As he begins to move around and thinks to exit the storage room he realizes he is not the only body in the room, he sees a body bag walking toward it he unzips it and sees a decapitated body, it's head resting on it's chest, Ares ignoring it walks out opening the door and immediately alarms begin to ring. Ares smiles taking it as a good sign wishing to meet the idiot who would steal his body and keep in it in the darkness, instinctively he tightens his grip for an axe that is not there a flash of light and glow emanating from his clench fist as the Bloodaxe slowly materializes to Ares pleasant surprise. Hoisting it up he is engulfed a bright light transforming his bloody garb into ancient Roman/Greek battle armor and leather with a wolf fur trim cape.
The enemy comes for him he can hear their footsteps, orders being given and he knows who his enemy is and Ares is not happy.
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