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[b][center][color=ed1c24]ARES[/color][/center][/b]
[/h1][/sup][/color][indent][sub][COLOR=ed1c24][I]SEATTLE UNIVERSITY[/I][/COLOR][/sub][/indent][indent][sup][right][COLOR=ed1c24][b]GOD OF WAR[/b][/color][/right][/sup][/indent][hr]
[color=Gray]As satisfying as shooting Shango would be, he knew it wouldn’t kill the god. Not that it would. A bullet to the brain would just be a way to incapacitate him. To buy some valuable time. It was all planned for. The hidden bureaucracy of murder – which Ares himself had created in Seattle – had already been filed, cleared and approved. Shango, or whatever his mortal identity was now, would vanish from the earth.

Ares remained mostly deaf to the supposed social commentary of his Roman counterpart. Mars was a failure, really. What was a god of war without weapons, without a fight? He was wrong on all points as well. It didn’t matter what The Morrigan knew or kept for herself. Before the day was done, Ares would know a lot more. There was nothing she could say that he wouldn’t know already by the end of the day. In truth, Ares thought Mars just talked too much. So Ares never answered Mars’ question either. This wasn’t a courtroom. The Yorubans had always hated the Greeks, as they had hated them. Though something deep inside Ares gnawed at him. Mars’ sudden appearance couldn’t have been coincidence. The impulsive side of Ares just wanted to point the gun at the CEO’s head and pull the trigger. Just to shut him up.

Words that did matter came from Eros. Eros… his son. Ice cold fingers gripped his heart. Why did he appear now? In all these years, why now!? The disappointment cut into him. Eros wasn’t wrong. Ares hadn’t changed half as much as he wanted to. But at the same time, he had changed more in those last five years than he had in the five centuries before those. Sadly, this wasn’t a situation he could just drop everything. Ares knew he was right in at least a small regard, even if Eros would never understand that.

Something Hathor wouldn’t understand as well as she grabbed Ares’ wrists suddenly. He wasn’t deaf to her words either. Slowly, steadily, he lowered the gun. Putting it back into the specially designed pocket of his winter coat. He quickly send a message on his phone. Grinding the gears moving outside to a halt again. He hated the fact that she was right. His mother needed him more now. Retribution could wait. Calmly, but with his back at The Morrigan, he walked up to his seated mother and put a firm hand on her shoulder. He was bad with words at times like these. He knew that, and he knew she did too. But that hand on her shoulder was more than a comforting gesture. It was a silent oath. He would find whoever killed his brother. There would be no trials. No jury. Not even a swift death. And as he held his hand on his mother, he looked Zeus straight in the eyes. Gauging his father. Would he be up for the task ahead of them? Had Zeus changed too much already that he would no longer want to enact vengeance? Or was Ares right for all those centuries now, and there was still a glimmer of the old Zeus below the façade?

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[b][center][color=A24AFF]HEL[/color][/center][/b]
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[color=gray][color=A24AFF]“Father.”[/color] Hel received Loki with a coldness she reserved only for him. Even as they hugged, she kept her distance in all ways. Counting down exactly three seconds before she broke the hug. Caring little if it felt literally frigid. If life hadn’t been cruel, she thought she would be able to love her father. But as it stood, his actions would bring about the end of the world. The end of her brothers… Maybe even the end of her. Even his mere presence was a threat. But that was not something Hel could show. So she had to resign to eternally measured politeness. The rest of the room was quickly devolving in a mess as the Greeks seemed to find a need to puke and curse at each other. Say what you will, but at least the Loki family was able to maintain its civil demeanor. Unlike many of Mount Olympus. Alas, when Hel broke the hug she turned around again to sit down. Not giving Loki a chance to string her along for a conversation. Not that she wanted to talk about her job, or the body she had found a few days ago, or the strange grave she only recently discovered, or the ghost she talked to in the hospital’s cellars, or the beautiful flower she had seen growing at night, or how she deeply missed Fenrir and wished she hadn’t been such a coward all those centuries ago, or how she could barely sleep… and when she slept she only had nightmares. No… she had nothing to talk about… nothing at all.

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[color=91A6B4]  “Hephaestus is dead and I don’t know who killed him.”[/color][/h2][/sup]
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That bombshell alone was enough to pull Hel from her own mind. A god… dead. It had been.. a century since that last happened. The disruption amongst the undead… of course. Puzzles fell in place within Hel’s mind. How could she not have recognized the pattern!? Another god… dead. Hel looked outside. Winter was coming. Would it be [i]the[/i] winter? A shiver went through the goddess’ spine. Fear gripped her heart. She needed answers… ones she couldn’t get through traditional means. She would need to find other ways. New insights. For now though, she remained seated. Patiently waiting for The Morrigan to explain herself further. Ignoring the Greek commotion entirely. They weren’t important, nor were any of the new arrivals.

Though from the corner of her eyes she kept an eye on Loki. Making sure she’d see every grin, every smirk, ever move at the corner of his mouth. Any indication that he knew something more than everyone else. Hel knew her father well enough. He could be involved just for the fun of it. Or to see the Greeks and Romans finally clash.

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