In Love With War Lord

Chapter 2 - TRUE IDENTITY

Ares's POV:

Mortal's mind raced, a whirlwind of confusion and disbelief. Ares, the Greek god of war, standing naked in her bathroom? It was like a scene from a fever dream.

"Ares?" she whispered, her voice barely a breath.
I nodded, utterly amused. "The war lord."I could feel Mortal's heart pounding in her chest. She'd read countless myths about the Olympian gods, but to encounter one in person, and under such bizarre circumstances, was beyond her wildest imagination.

"How... how is this possible?" she stammered.

I smirked, utterly amused  "Ares," I again reaffirmed, my voice resonating with a power that seemed to vibrate through the room

She seemed to be too stunned to say anything but then she shook her head trying to returned to reality

"You...yo.u must be joking, I know you are theif so... Stop pretending.. I am l me.a.n I will not complain to the police I promise but please leave my house" she said in an almost pleading manner

My amusement grew even further, seeing her this vulnerable.

"Mortal , you are too engrossed in the Worldly consciousness to see the truth for what it is , I am the reality , I am the power" , I said sweeping her doubts

She still seemed to be unconvinced,  air was thick with tension as I approached this mortal and took her hand, evincing a dagger from thin air, I moved towards her, my touch cold and metallic.Her heart was racing with...fear , a fear of unknown ,With a single, swift motion, I made a small cut on her wrist. Blood began to flow, but to my surprise, she didn't react. She merely stared at me, her expression blank.

'Hmm, interesting,' I thought. I placed my hand over the wound, and the bleeding stopped instantly. The cut disappeared as if it had never been there. Sahiba's eyes widened in shock.

"Are... are you really Ares?" she stammered, her voice barely a whisper.

'These mortals,' I thought. I nodded in confirmation.

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Two hours later, I sat on the mortal's surprisingly comfortable sky-chromed chair in her cramped living space which is not even the size of my bath chamber at olympus. I looked at her ,her shock and confusion seemed to be growing by the minute. She sat across from me, tapping her feet and fidgeting with her fingers, examining me with a mixture of fascination and fear.
"Are you really Ares?" I nodded again

She seemed to ignore my annoyance earlier. "But it's just so... unbelievable. I mean, you're a god. A Greek god. How is this possible?" asking me again for ἑκατόν (100) th time ...my patience is thinning with each passing second

Then she started speaking in a language that was completely unfamiliar to me. It sounded like a rapid-fire stream of syllables, completely incomprehensible.

"Ye ho kya rha hai, pehle papa, fir writing aur ab ye musibat, abe yaar hadd hoti hai mai pakk gayi hun!!!" she shouted."

('What the hell is happening? First my dad, then this uninvited trouble, I'm just so fed up!')

"OH GOD!!!!"

"Yes mortal" I asked

"I am not taking to you, i mean you are the only greek god whom i hate the most!!! Why the hell are you here ?"

I smirked. "You summoned me," I answered.

She scoffed. "Whatever! You have to get out of here!"
With that, she sprinted towards another chamber and emerged with a pile of chromated clothing. She threw them at me, her back turned. "Wear these and get the hell out of here," she commanded.

I cocked an eyebrow at the strange garments. They were thicker than they looked, and the sleeves seemed to be designed for someone with much longer arms. The pants, on the other hand, were too short and had a series of stones sewn into the cuffs.

"This is ridiculous," I muttered to myself. "Armors are much more practical."

Despite the difficulties, I managed to get into the clothes. They were a terrible fit, but they were better than nothing.
"Are you done?" Sahiba asked impatiently.
I nodded. "Yes, I'm done."

She turned around and what I saw next almost surprised me. She was laughing at me. How dare she! I looked at her with a mixture of rage and confusion.
"Why are you laughing?" I demanded.
She wiped a tear from her eye. "It's just... you look so funny."
I growled. "Funny? You think this is funny?"
She nodded. "It's the funniest thing I've ever seen."
I was furious. How dare she mock me? I was a god, for crying out loud. I should be feared, not laughed at.

"You're dead," I growled.
She laughed even harder. "Oh, please. Like you could kill me."

I lunged at her, my anger boiling over. But before I could reach her, she stepped aside, and I stumbled forward, falling to the ground.

Mortal laughed even harder. "You're so clumsy."

She came closer, her eyes scanning my body thoroughly. She seemed to be studying the strange clothing I was wearing. As she pointed out how to adjust the sleeves, her gaze accidentally fell on my phallus.

I felt a surge of heat and embarrassment.
I managed to get into the clothes, although they were still a terrible fit.

I stepped out of her small chamber, feeling awkward and exposed. As I tried to walk towards the gate, a strange sensation washed over me. It was as if an invisible force was holding me back, preventing me from leaving.

I tried to move, but it was like walking through thick mud. I pushed with all my might, but I couldn't break free. I felt a surge of anger and frustration. I channeled all of my divine power, but to no avail.

Finally, with a Herculean effort, I managed to push through the invisible barrier and step out of the door. But as soon as I took another step, I was violently thrown back inside.

I looked back at The mortal woman, my eyes filled with confusion and anger. "Who are you?" I demanded.

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It was nearly exhausting to draft this chapter, please forgive me for any typos, i'll edit it later
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