Athena staring at her brother's Axe as it glows takes a step back in fear. although, she possess the power of the Thunderbolt she is wise enough to know not to confront an opponent without being fully aware of his powers. Ares already usurped Hades power and now the Bloodaxe mixed with his own Olympian might makes him a powerful enemy a match if not superior to any Olympian. Athena resents her title of war to Ares, Ares is now the only god to wear the mantle of War in the Olympian Pantheon.
Ares: Fear me not brothers and sisters with power i have gained wisdom.
i do not want your power and station do not pursue me in war and you need not fear me.
Ares looking aside to Hephaestus who sits among the gods stares back at his brother.
Ares: you and i have had our disagreements in the past, brother.
I hope we can move beyond them.
Hephaestus: We are gods Ares. what is a lifetime to a mortal to us, it is as fresh as a yesterday's memory.
Ares: i offer you an open invitation to my realm brother.
the flames of Hades make an excellent fire for forging.
Hephaestus: perhaps. but, so do the fire's of this realm.
Ares looking away from his brother looks back at the gods gathered around
Ares: i have made the 1st peace convoy, the rest is up to all of you.
Ares putting away his Axe behind his Grey Fur Cape as it latches onto it's firm fitting holster snapping itself in place turns and walks toward the ebon cloud as it electrical spiderwebs flash and sizzle as it engulfs Ares back into the Underworld as it shrinks and vanishes. Athena watching as Ares vanishes begins to talk among the gods once more bringing up that Ares was no longer the same something about his behavior was off as if death has calmed him some how. Athena not realizing that the Ares that stood before them was only a piece of the whole, Ares is still physically dead it was his Soul that stood before them given power and physical form by the Axe and his new found might but still a soul none the less.
Ares returning to the Underworld as he makes his way to his Throne stops in his tracks as he senses something familiar the same familiarity he felt when he 1st gained his power but having dismissed it as Hela had appeared requiring his wits about him. This time Ares stretches his senses across the underworld to find the source as he takes a seat on his throne imposing his will on the dead who all wear Greek armor his to command, Silently they guide the stranger who has arrived in the underworld forming a military formation armor and shield smashing as they go to attention, saluting the stranger. The Stranger looks at the dead in warrior armor and looks up to see a Castle in the distance, further back a mountain range which glows red, as he looks around there is a since of calmness and peace reserved for those who have died in honorable death. The stranger making his way to the Castle from the Shores after having Bartered his save passage from the ferryman, Cautionsly he steps toward the large doors which open up on their own trumpets and drums allowance his arrival as the dead kneel before the young stranger as he walks to the Throne in which sits Ares.
Ares smiling as he stands up, the young Stranger running to Ares as they hug each other, tears run down from both gods.
Ares: Son. I told you we would meet again.
In Death or in life!
Ares: come, let us celebrate your arrival welcome to your home!
suddenly the dead, gods and demigods of the underworld begin to whisper as a new godling arrives among their ranks, servants bringing plates of food as they prepare the table for celebration. Phobo's looking around looking up he sees Hades the previous lord of the underworld chained and half melted to the wall above Ares Throne.
Phobos: how did this happen, father?
Ares: We'll talk about it soon enough.
How did this happen to you?
the two gods begin to talk, each sharing their stories of how they each ended up in their predicament.
Ares: you are free to come and go between realms of the dead from the Castle, Hades to the Eulysium Field your right as a god.
Phobos: i cant stay here, Father.
My friends need me. I have to go back.
Ares: In time son. enjoy death if only for a little while.
But do not drink from the River of Forgetfulness.
As the gods, dead generals, demigods and Nymphs sit to eat and pass bread among each other they hear the arrival of a new visitor chains can be heard rattling hammer clanking in the background from somewhere within the Castle. Ares once again smiles today is a good day to be dead, Hephusteaus walking through the corridors to the main hall stares at the dark gods of the underworld who eat besides Ares. Ares turning behind him as he waives Hephaestus to take a seat and introduces him to his Son.
Ares: Phobos, this is your uncles Hephaestus the forger of the gods.
Phobos: hello, Hephaestus.
Hephaestus: you may call me, uncle, nephew.
I know of you but how did you end up dead?
Phobos: i was killed by a strange mutant.
do you think you guys can resurrect me?
Hephaestus: I can talk to the rest of the Pantheon, but i cannot promise anything.
where is your body?
Phobos: i dont know.
Ares: until then let us drink and celebrate, perhaps you and i son can take a stroll to Hades, always some one willing to battle.
Phobos smiling no wonder the gods seldom fear death as he drinks and takes fruit from his plate he smiles at his fellow dead and gods, the dark nymphs and demigoddesses smile at the young god. Ares taking note smiles and lightly nudges his son with his elbow as he winks.
Hephaestus: i will require a direct flame from Hades for my furnace.
Ares: of course easily accomplish once you set up your workshop, i will make a direct opening beneath the furnace for your fire.
Hephaestus: Promise me brother that you will not wage war with your fellow Olympians?
Ares: i give you my word as a god, i will not attack them nor seek any confrontation against them.
but, i will defend myself.
Hephaestus: that will have to do.
do you require anything from me brother?
Ares: just your company from time to time and perhaps a mystic chain for my axe.
Hephaestus: simple enough.
Phobos: what are you guys talking about?
Hephaestus: weapons and forging young Phobos.
perhaps you would like your own. it would be my pleasure.
Ares: your uncle is the best blacksmith in all creation, there is nothing he cannot accomplish.
Phobos: well, only if you want too.
Hephaestus: i work on something for you as well young Phobos.
Finally they are interrupted by the playing of flutes and string instruments from the nymphs and fellow demigods and gods alike. A few of the dead who still have presence of mind join in and begin to dance with permission of their Lord.
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