Sovereign

Instructor Ares

Rossiya

"Are you sure you're the same girl who killed a hecantoncheiri, because this is rather pathetic," I stared right into Ares' grey eyes, trying my best to mask my being flustered as irritation. "Like I said before; yeah, no thanks to you." He was one of the patron gods but even he could do nothing against the circle at the time.

He got off me and offered a hand, I took it but not for the reasons you're imagining.

After yesterday's incident he had us moved to his house and it goes without saying that the news spread like wild fire. I was good as new but the same couldn't be said for Hypnos who was still healing. Everyone was hysterical, not only because of what happened but because we all knew there was no delaying the council's involvement now.

Ares as the god of war had offered to train me, in swordsmanship and a little more of hand to hand combat because in his own words, 'I relied too much on my powers and neglected my physical abilities outside speed and brute strength.' I wasn't interested to be honest because I had already been through training for the last year.

However, everyone did side with him on it and that brings us to the present, which has been him making me eat dirt since the asscrack of dawn. God, he was worse than any of them but again he was the god of war so that checks out. Training with him wasn't only hard because of the fact that he was faster and more refined; but because of the faint sparks that spread throughout my body everytime we made contact, which was a lot. It felt like training with Luc all over again.

"Yesterday, you used telekinesis as well as pyrokinesis to kill Aegaeon, before that you held your own against him with a sword and resisted the magic of the binding circle."

"Yet somehow today, you can't even hold out for more that sixty seconds against me; why is that?" His tone was mocking, it didn't matter how deliciously hot I thought he was or how his touch set my skin on fire; he was an asshole. "Do you perhaps need motivation of some kind?"

What was he playing at?
In no time at all, he had Hypnos in his grip with a dagger against his throat in the center of the clearing. "Hypnos is not going to die by a knife wound," I scoffed. Ares had the nerve to smirk at me, "of course he wouldn't die by an ordinary knife wound, but if this knife was made from Typhon's fang it would be a completely different story."

I felt the blood in my veins turn to ice; Typhon was the only other thing capable of slaughtering the gods, not by sheer strength alone but the fact that every inch of his original body was made from a poison lethal to them. Ares was bluffing, he had to be. Even if he was the prince of the gods he couldn't take a life just like that right, right?

"You're bluffing," I challenged, I wasn't playing into his hand. "Oh?"

Slice.
He ran the blade across Hypnos' throat from ear to ear and pushed his body off him like it were nothing. The sound of him choking on his own blood drew my gaze to him, sure enough I wasn't seeing things. Ares had really slit my best friend's throat right in front of me, and he was dying.

"I have an antidote for the poison and I will give it to you,"

"My only condition is that you have to knock me off my feet. No mind games, just you and the daggers I gave you."

"Are you fucking serious?" I asked, still unable to take my eyes of the convulsing body on the ground.

"You can wait half an hour to decide if I am or not, but he'll be dead by then. Pick your poison Rossiya."

My vision began to overlap between what was happen right now and what looked like a memory. Instead of Ares and Hypnos, there was a man in a hooded cloak, knife in hand, blood dripping. At his feet lay my mother with a slit throat, gasping for air.

Hades

"You didn't have to escort me there you know, I have no need for your company brother." Zeus patted my shoulder and I slapped his hand away, I don't know why he couldn't get it through his think skull that I wanted nothing to do with him after what he did. In his eyes, a thousand years was more than enough to nurse my broken heart.

"I know you do but the council said to take you to her even if I had to quite literally use my authority on you and I don't want to give you any more reasons to hate me," I sighed in frustration, "honestly I don't understand why you hate the girl so much; it's been over a millennia Hades and for whatever reason someone granted you a second chance, why not take it?"

We had Ares' training ground before I had to answer his foolish question, thank the gods for that. It was still annoying how his son still had a barrier up but I get it, having people waltz into your place uninvited can get annoying. The sound of steel clashing and the smell of blood permeated the air as we rounded the corner, my jaw dropped.

Ares was in the middle of a duel with a woman whose golden hair you would recognize anywhere. What was more surprising than their battle was that he was being pushed back. The god of war was losing. The more I watched the more evident that t became that this wasn't simply training, she was trying to kill him. The air was saturated with bloodlust, her movements were almost too fast for me to catch, she was like a blur taking every opportunity to cut and slash him. I had only ever seen that kind of fighting once before.

She looked just like an avenging angel and the sight of her made me thankful I chose to wear jeans today. This was exactly why I had avoided seeing her despite Thanatos' nagging and my own curiosity. Every time I peeked through my subordinate's eyes the need to have her close to me away from all those men, especially Lucellion grabbed me around the neck. I couldn't stand the fact that while I hated the fact that she existed, everything in me wanted her.

I had been so lost in thoughts of what I could do to her that I didn't even notice the fight was already over and she had Ares pinned down, knife against his throat.

"Give me the cure Ares, or so help me God I will kill you and turn you into a slave," her voice sounded no different from the first time.

Fuck, this was going to be harder than I thought.

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