The Art of War
Third-Person POV
There's only one word that could truly describe what happens when Deimos loses interest in the situation at hand. Terror. And that isn't just a clever joke…its true. His mother doesn't appreciate what he does, and his father could care less.
His father. Ares, the God of War. He isn't much of what someone would call "evil", or "bad." The more appropriate term would most likely be misunderstood. Just like any soldier or warrior, he can get lost in battle. This is probably due to the fact that he rarely loses. After all, he's the God of War. He should be able to defeat any adversary that stands before him, whether that adversary be mortal, immortal, or a little of both. But there would be a word for that, too: demigod. Nothing gives him more pleasure than to defeat demigods who believe they have what it takes to defeat him—although, one did—once. A demigod that he now utterly and totally despises.
Perseus Jackson. That one day, all those years ago, when the boy was merely twelve…that day, he was defeated. He was twelve. How more pathetic could this God have felt? But, unfortunately for Percy, pissing off the God of War is never a good idea.
One day, amongst all his thoughts, he was approached by his girlfriend for many millennia: Aphrodite. She was the most beautiful woman in the world to him…as a matter of fact, she was the most beautiful woman in the world to anyone. She herself was the Goddess of Love and Beauty. Even when she was mad she looked beautiful…and as she strolled up to her lover, grasping a mortal newspaper, Ares could tell she was furious.
"Ares! How in the world do you explain this?" she shrieked. She held up the paper to his face, almost shoving it, so he could read the headline:
ENTIRE CROWD AT LOVER'S LANE RUNNING IN TERROR FROM UNSEEN FORCE
"Looks like our son was having a little fun," Ares casually told her. He smirked, still eyeing the headline and picture. At that, he took a swig from the beer he was holding in his right hand. "Boys will be boys. Better yet, immortal boys will be immortal boys."
"You will FIX this….IMMEDIATELY!" she yelled at him, causing him to grimace at her demanding tone. "Some of my best works were among that crowd! First kisses, first times, proposals…too many to count! FIX IT! TALK TO OUR SON NOW."
Ares grunted in agreement. And yet, he knew he still didn't want to take time out of his day to scold his boy. His answer to everything was violence. Wait, he thought. That IS the answer…violence.
But he couldn't fight his own son. He had some amount of self-control. Then he remembered that spawn of the sea: Percy. Maybe that disgrace could be the answer to this problem. I could make him fall. I could make him lose everything…after all…a true warrior has nothing to hold him back, he thought to himself evilly.
So that would be his revenge? Turn one of his most hated enemy into his mini-me? No, that wasn't enough. He wanted to make him suffer the road he himself has suffered. But in order to feel pain, you must cause pain…at least in Ares' world. He would lose all his friends, his popularity, his fans…and worst of all, his girlfriend. She couldn't look her Perseus in the eyes while they were full of anger, hate, and blood lust. In order to truly break a hero such as Percy Jackson, you must first make him breakable. Of course, screwing with Aphrodite's favorite demigod would lose him some points in you-know-where…she looked after him like her favorite toy…until of course, her little Perseus had his eighteenth birthday. Then her intentions would be for something entirely different…
But Ares shrugs off that disturbing thought. For the next few weeks, Percy was his in a sense. All the factors swam through his head, though, all coming into play: Poseidon's reaction, Athena's reaction to her daughter's role in the situation…yeah. He's screwed. But for a good fight, it would be worth it. Percy would have to battle his fellow campers, Deimos, and eventually, Ares himself…at least when he found out that he was being played like a harp. It was the perfect plan for a war. With Poseidon mourning the "old Percy" and the new Percy defying his own father, that would give him the perfect opportunity to wage war and get back at Ares.
It was music to his ears. Now all that was left to do was put the plan into action…starting with all Perseus' little followers. Heh, he thought to himself. Seems like a lot to go through for one teeny-tiny little war amongst the gods.
Damn, I guess that just makes me a genius.
A/N: So, this is my first fanfic. I've had the idea for a while now, but I recently decided to post it as a story. I know the first chapter might be a bit short, but I plan to make the next chapters a lot longer. Read and review! And flames are acceptable, if you just can't help yourself.
Thanks,
Chris