Under the shades of trees outside the forge, Ares stood by his steed. Legs at shoulder-width apart and arms folded over his chest as his gaze laid rest over the field before him. He figured that it's probably best to allow Persephone some time to herself as he planned to have with his. Each of the Olympians seemed to have their own ways at dealing with the dawn of war. Some, like the daughter of Hermes and his lover... or former lover rather.. chose to laugh it off. Playfully cuddling the pet her mentor had brought in for her. Others, chose to busy themselves with work.. or lust.. The Wargod had grunted at Tyche earlier for being too carefree. He found such a behaviour to be somewhat ignorant. But he didn't blame the kid. In fact, it was Hermes who'd gotten the weight of his disapproving stares. Unfortunately for the Goddess of Fortune, during her time practising with Nemesis, Ares wasn't around to have his perspective altered. He would've changed his mind about her should the Wargod witness the determination or the attempt at contributing to the upcoming battles. And probably might've seen some hope to her surviving this bout. Alas, currently, Ares had doubted the girl's usefulness.
Down in the basement soon after that, he'd remained in the background for a bit as the Queen of the Underworld confronted the Lamegod for her gears. He made no attempt to approach his brother or whoever was there with him whatsoever. Until Persephone said her thanks and returned to his side with the armors in hand, he'd waited. They'd then disappeared into the changing room together. The Wargod struggled for control as he expertly and proffesionally assisted Persephone in getting into her newly attained battle armor. Skin accidentally brushed during the process. Eyes occasionally locked to each other. And inevitably, they felt their needs being provoked. Especially after the recent lost they'd both experienced. Alone and with the anxiety of war building up within their chest, the only way to calm themselves down was to be lost in the presence of each other. One whose relationship was just off to a good start and was slowly progressing to a bloom. For the duration of Tyche's training with Nemesis, there, in the changing room was where Ares was at.
Then he left and told her -Persephone- that he needed some time to himself. And he suggested that she too should do the same. To reflect on herself. To anticipate the appraoching combat. Thus there he was, on the field where both mentor and pupil were training at just moments ago. The grasses gently swayed as a passing wind blew over them. Even the trees moved. Seemingly looked like they were dancing. Gently and gracefull. Utterly elegant. He was at peace. Was it the Queen's doing, he'd wondered. It could've been. Then, during that brief moment of serenity, Ares heard something.. Something he'd never heard for a very long time.. For eons long.. A prayer..no..not singular.. But plural.. And they were for him.
"...ARES.. Ares.. Ares.. That's what they've been chanting recently here in the mental facility since the incident in New York City earlier this morning. And guess who it was that'd started the ruse. Most would probably still remember that gruesome incident where fourteen teenagers were brutally murdered in a park near Paralia, Greece. Whereby a teenager named Tenton Burriuos had claimed that the God of War himself had blessed him with a strong heart and spared his life if he were to bring more to worship the Wargod. Now it seemed, most have embrace their new god. We even got a lead stating that the temporary jail where Tenton used to being held before he was sentenced, have also started to convert and dedicate the rest of their life to the God of War. That's all for your evening news. This is Victor Hamilton for Eye Action News, back to you Ida.."
"Aywees... Thank you for kiwwing those bull-monsters this morning... Mom said she might be cwushed in her bookstowe if it wasn't for you.. Pwease pwotect us again, Aywees.." convinced with the evening news from what'd happened in New York and the latest info by Victor, many have started to slowly accept that firstly Tenton wasn't insane and had been telling the truth and secondly, the Greek mythology may not be a myth after all.
More whispers soon entered his mind. Reaching out for him. He could hear every words as clearly as he'd used to. And with each prayer for help, he felt the tingling flow of energy slowly seeping into him. Not yet as powerful as he used to be though, but it'll have to do for now. Slowly, his confidence climbed a few level higher. Unaware that Zeus too had done the same, most of them would also feel the new surge of power sometime soon then. Their methods may have been different, both father and son, but their motives were exactly the same. Or so it seemed. Ares turned his head towards the approaching Goddess before she came within his weapon-range. Athene. Ever so vigilant with the tasks assigned to her despite of what'd happened earlier that day in the Hall of Thrones.
Without a word, he turned on his heels and avoided eye contact as Ares headed over to where some had already begun to gather. Ares leaned against the building, keeping himself farthest away from the rest as he searched for Persephone. He wanted nothing to do with that Forger's machines. And right at this moment, the only attention he's interested in getting was that which belonged to the Queen of the Underworld.