Chapter 2:

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Ares's PoV:
     I was known as the god of war. When I was an infant they hated me just because I was destined to become the fricking god of war. So I grew up without my family loving me. They just built me a temple and left me there. I grew up alone. My food, clothes and anything that I need were brought by invisible servants. For years I trained to become the "destined god of war". My family wanted me to feel hate because thats what war is... hate. Well I hated them thats for sure but I don't hate them to the point that I despise them. I still liked them. But I was still alone in this huge temple that its sooo hard to describe. So whenever I finished a war I would take an orphaned child and make them my own. I would train them to the point that some of them could even be on par with me. Imagine that, regular mortals on par with the god of war. I could never be more proud. And what's more satisfying is that there are only a few of them. 33 to be exact. 33 elite warriors. Now whenever there was a war we would always crush the opposing armies with such power that whenever they hear the Acolytes of Ares marching they would just lay down there weapons and cower in fear. Whenever I am near the other olympians I always act like I would beat the crap out of them if they crossed the line. Luckily I hadn't beaten anyone's crap yet. Yet. But when im near my acolytes I act like a father, a friend and a child rather. I like joking with them when there's nothing to do. Like right now. I was going to grab something to eat when suddenly... something bursts out of my door. Or rather someone.

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