Welcome to The Last Pantheon. Read at your own risk. Don't say I didn't warn you…
Declaimer: I do not own the Gods used in this story, (obviously *cough*)
Rated M for language, and future warnings will be applied as needed.
Characters:
Ares: God of War, son of Zeus and Hera
Nyx: Goddess of Night, daughter of Chaos
Nemisis: Retribution, daughter of Nyx and Erebus
Eris: Strife or Spite, daughter of Nyx
Prologue
He moved through the mist with slow and leisurely steps, the gaint of the invincible. His eyes burned like orbs of molten flame under the slits o his helmet. He had a savage and brutally cruel face, handsome as a marbled statue but heavily scarred; the remnants of a life of violence. Suddenly his lips curled into a vicious sneer, illuminating his scars in the moonlight filtering through the mist.
A cold current rippled through the air and he hesitated, his hand tightening around a six-foot long spear. The air steadily grew colder and darker, the shadows undulating and warping around him. The hair on his arms and back of his neck bristled. The darkness expanded, enveloping him in a suffocating blanket of black. He shivered feeling the shadows press tentively against his skin. All sound and light died, extinguished by the velvet of night.
Something radiated with power in the darkness, something older than the gods. Intense pain swept through him, replaced by numbness that crept into the very marrow of his bones.
Fear crept trough his veins like a low and deliberating poison.
He felt his breath eaten as a smooth and slander hand caressed him face, its touch like cold fire kissing his skin.
"Ares." A woman's voice whispered in his ear, the sound of it reverberating in his skull, "You are brave to seek me when I do not wish to be found."
"My Lady Nyx." Ares whispered, his voice faltering ever so slightly as his breath caught in his throat, "I have come seeking you with the blessings of your daughters Nemisis and Eris."
"You dare to evoke my name," the voice hissed, "with your pretenses to piety?"
He felt as if a fist of ice had wrapped around his heart and had begun to squeeze.
"My daughters love you Ares. Revenge, chaos, and discord follow war wherever it goes. However, I myself am not bound by such as affection as affliction."
"My lady your afflictions have nothing to do with me," Ares whispered, "even you who have isolated yourself from all others must feel it. For a new war is coming. A war… the gods cannot win."