OLYMPUS. THE THRONE ROOM OF THE GODS.
The ground is made entirely of clouds. 9 seats situated over this cloud foundation. A staircase of 6 stares sat at the edge of the cloud foundation. At the top was a larger chair, nay, a throne. And situated on this throne. Was Zeus. The god of all gods and goddesses.
"Hades is growing stronger! We must do something! Anything! He could be planning, as we speak!" Yelled one of the seated men below Zeus. This was Apollo. the god of the sun. His long blonde locks of hair fell down over his ears, though brushed out of his eyes, it neatly fell only a small portion of the way down his forehead. His bright yellow eyes gleaming yet still disgressed.
"I hear you! My son! We must do something! Though are options are limited! I believe he is asking for but another war! And there is only one of the gods that could succesfully stop him...."
"NAY! FATHER! WE MUSTN'T CALL UPON HIS NAME!" Screamed a large man who walked into the clouded room. His brown hair kept up by a green head band. And green and gold ceremonial robes covered his body. This was Hercules, The demi-god. The strongest.
"We have no choice my son!" Yelled Zeus to Hercules. Obviously grief-stricken.
"We can do something! If Hades wants to battle! We will destroy him!" Exclaimed a young woman, standing from her seat. Her name was Artemis, blonde hair fell down over her shoulders and a bow draped across her back.
"Very well...We will wait...For now...." Said Zeus, quietly before exhaling.
UNDERWORLD. THE THRONE ROOM OF HADES.
Hades stood before a pentagram situated on the cold, dirt, maggot infested ground of the underworld. He uncapped a canteen and sniffed the contents, rolling his eyes back in ecstasy. He tipped the canteen towards the imprints of the pentagram and watched the thick, red liquid seep out into the indents of the ground, twirling and twisting before completely covering the ground and creating an image of a large, fat, red haired man, in a robe while eating a ham with his bare hands and drinking wine. Hades grinned, disgusted, though happy.
"...Dyonisus...." He said coldly in a rickety old, tortured voice. He touched the blood image with a long sharp nail situated at the end of his index finger and watched as Dyonisus stopped eating. Blood dripped from the gods eyes and mouth before falling to teh ground, blood excreting from every ope pour until he was...'dead'....
EARTH. AFGHANISTAN.
The sound of bullets exiting from a chain gun echoed through the small city of Afghanistan. Civillians screamed as the soon followed sound of bullets sliding into soldiers and civillians flesh crawled through their ears. Children and women cried as the large 7 and a half foot tall man stood, holding a chain gun and firing while laughing through a toothy grin. A roman centurion helmet on his head and old war armor on his body. A large battle axe on his back and a sword sheathed on his side. He dropped the chain gun as blood stained the sandy terrain. Everywhere. Bodies covered the visible ground. Foreign soldiers.
"I AM ARES! THE GOD OF WAR!" Screamed the huge man.
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