Hera, was irritated. The Goddess of marriage and birth was irritated. She was irritated, at her adulterous husband. Zeus had another half breed brat with some whorish human and she was beyond annoyed.
As usual, all on Olympus were joyous to celebrate this new life; a being who had already started to exhibit divine abilities. And to her irritation, Zeus had the gaul to name the child Heracles, as if to honor her, how dare he.
Hera swore to embarrass the imbecile for every immortal being to witness. Zeus in all his infinite wisdom was quite simple to manipulate, just stroke his ego and he becomes docile.
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The flora of the earth were in bloom when Hera gave birth to her son, Ares. His thick hair coiled in golden loops around his features. Zeus gazed stoically upon his newest offspring, their eyes matched - sterling and brimming with omnipotence.
"I've given you the son you wanted, are you not pleased?"
Zeus let out a light chuckle, "He's just a bit mundane, Athena burst from my crown wielding a dagger"
Athena stood behind his leg with a smirk that matched her fathers. Her fawn hair cascaded against her young shoulders; held back by leather tie gifted from Zeus. She was his prodigy, the only one of his offspring that mirrored his lust for blood and wisdom.
A fire brewed deep in Hera's chest, "remove yourself from my presence, now"
"I am positive once the swelling has dissipated, your demeanor will follow"
With force, Hera hurled the nearest object toward him. Zeus had become accustom to Hera's sudden and violent outbursts. Consequently, when the vase crashed against the wall behind Zeus; he barely flinched.
"Yes well, let us be off"
Zeus turned and steered Athena into the courtyard to continue her combat discipline.
Hera felt a slight tug on her arm. Ares reached his hand out looking for some type of maternal affection. "My love for you will come after you learn to wield this weapon, and become a man"
Dropping the cutlass into his small palm, she abandoned the disappointment to cause some havoc on earth. Ares cried for attention throughout the night and many nights after. This hardened him, this lack of love would alter his fate forever. The young babe became god of war and reckless violence.
Heart like brimstone, eyes a flame with hate, and a physical form adorned in scars detailing a thousand years of war.
But all this would change when he met the only woman who could possibly love him.
so obvi this is not edited i think i'll edit this when im done with all the chapters.
