A New Order of Chaos

High-Profile Tantrum

If the Gods had to choose one of their own for the award to the 'Least Involve In Human Affairs', mostly would agree that the winner, without a question, would be Zeus.

His businesses are normally surrounded by immortal deities, due to the fact that no mortal would be fool or stupid enough to meddle with his affairs. Ergo, he doesn't meddle with human affairs.

But that line is always crossed when someone has the audacity to go after his job. But, which job is more important, would you ask? Husband of Hera? Please, he would give that title away for free if he could find someone who can stand his temperamental wife, not to mention that that someone has to be willing to commit himself to her fully. Seriously, what kind of man does that?!

The title of the God of the Sky? He would give that away, slightly redundantly. Being a god is all good, but being limited to just one realm is not his style. In Zeus' opinion, gods shouldn't have to be associate with several stuff all related. For example, God of the Sky? Oh, his sacred animal must be a bird... How about an eagle? Does people have no imagination? Why couldn't they pick a tiger for him? No! They had to give Dionysus that one!

King of the Gods? Now, that's the one he won't give without a fight. For some reason that no one could fathom, not even Hades or Poseidon, Zeus' older brothers, Rhea worked her little boy's mind into making him believe that he deserved the very best. True, most parents do that, but if you had a plan to save your other five kids from inside the stomach of your cruel husband, shouldn't you remember them as well, instead of giving everything to the smallest one?

Of course, those thoughts never crossed Zeus' mind. He could only acknowledged that someone was out there, searching for a way to take his throne and his power away. Recognized as a dramatic, with a little inclination to diva, Zeus turned paranoid that, the second that he stepped away from his throne, he could never sit on it again.

"Father" Who could be so impertinent to bother me?! Zeus looked up from his absorbed mind and saw Hermes stepping inside the Council Room. Well, poking his head through the door. Zeus frowned, but said nothing to him "Father, your son requires an audience?" The last part sounded more like a question from Hermes, but he couldn't help it. Zeus was losing the few nails that held his sanity.

Zeus, however, heard those words as a war declaration. Like everything these days.

"From whom?" His voice, even barely above a whisper, managed to send the chills to Hermes.

"Um, Ares, Father" Hermes saw this as the opportunity to pass along the burden and not kill the messenger.

"Send him in" Hermes bowed his head and his head was immediately replaced by the pushed-inside body of Ares, who was looking outside the room as if he was sent to his death "What do you want, Ares?"

"Father, I, um..." Eloquent, isn't him? Zeus rolled his eyes at this behavior, but kept quiet.

"Speak, Ares, and say what you need to say before I found you useless!" Zeus' bark was enough to snap Ares into his senses and stand tall before him.

"I wanted to inform you that there's a battle happening at this moment, between Erebus' camp and those Chaos' guards" Ares informed, not backing away again.

"You don't say?" Zeus smirked, not at him, but at the idea that those pathetic Guards could be in troubles "And, how long till our good-for-nothing and backstabbing children pray for our help?" The question took Ares unguarded, making him find more interesting the floor than anything else "Well, Ares?!"

"It's unfortunate to say that the Guards and the demigods are... winning"

Ares could be later found praying to every god and goddess who didn't hate him for his existence. Because the second the words came out of his mouth, Zeus began an improvised game of 'target shooting', but with lighting instead of bullets. And he was the target.

"Winning? Winning??!" Olympus shook from its roots, making all minor gods and goddesses, nymphs and other deities to seek refugee into their homes and temples, wondering what could cause this nature event. Of course, Zeus was ignorant of this fact. Nor he cared "They can't be winning!! If they wn, they'll realize they don't need us!! And, if they don't need us, Ares, we became obsolete and We. Fade!!" With every new word coming out of his mouth, Zeus would step closer to his son. Soon, Ares would be pinned between his father and the door.

"Wha- What should we do, Father?" Ares questioned, leaving Zeus furious.

"Do I have to do everything myself?!" he roared to his son, who had the decency of looking concern "What you and your siblings will do is to pass some ideas into the enemy"

"I-Ideas?"

"Yes, Ares. Ideas" Zeus repeated, tired of being treated as stupid "Ideas that are so brilliant that can't be overcome without our help, but clever enough to be left with holes and gaps for them to notice..." Ares nodded along. Maybe he was a war lover, but even he could see the suicidal in those plans. He, although, must follow his King's orders.

"I'll pass the order along, Father" he bowed, out of respect for the title and not of the person.

"That's better" Zeus allowed Ares to leave his presence, slipping away as is he was a mouse "I won't be dethroned by mere wanna-be entities... The only way to get this throne away from would after I fade away... And, let me assure you, world... That would be a long time from now..." he promised himself.

What he didn't know what that he was being listened by someone.

Neither foe or ally.

But, one that wasn't gonna allow this decay to happen.