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"You cock sucking slut!"

" A murderous bitch, that's what she is!"

"You're a whore!"

" Monster! I hope you die!"

" When Ares gets tired of you, he will throw you away like a used rag!"

" You stone hearted slut!"

" You're gonna pay for this, cunt! The Fates, if not the God themselves will make sure you pay!"

…..It was pretty much the same ritual, wherever her army went….No matter how remote the village and how utterly illiterate the people, they were all shouting the same universally accepted truth- that she was a whore, War's whore to be more precise and that the only reason why she was given that temporary amount of power over them was because of the magic she had between her legs and partly because of her unmatchable, manipulative charm- that the powerful Olympian had happened to appreciate….

Usually, those type of venomous outbursts left her absolutely cold, she had learned a long time ago not to give a damn about what the others around her thought- their opinion didn't really matter anyway as long as she was the one calling the shots, but for some reason, today, as a seven years old kid threw a tomato at her when she reached the center of that accursed village, repeating his father's words, something broke inside her…..

" You fucking wench!" he yelled, and more than the content of his words, what actually managed to hit a nerve, was the revulsion in his voice, the contempt as he said it….A child…a mere child had articulated that….

She didn't even bother looking for his face in the crowd- his appearance held no importance to her. It was actually better this way….Faceless victims were easier to deal with than the memory of brokenhearted, hopeless or - as it was the case today- furious eyes remaining forever imprinted in her memory...haunting her to exhaustion each night.

" Gather the women and children into the valley. Burn everything to the ground and crucify the men!" she absently barked her order to Darphus- her second in command, casting a long, inanimate gaze over the maddened with despair mothers and wives, begging her to take pity on them….

Before the possibility of a second thought even crossed her mind nonetheless, a rain of fire balls began falling down the wooden houses, while an energetic storm the likes of which she had never seen before, sent all the villagers flying straight into the flames….Within seconds, they were all burning, human torches that threw themselves in agony to the ground in the desperate attempt to put down the fire, everything unfolding on a perfectly executed symphony of piercing screams and hair- raising wails …

" I must admit, they 're good! Wasted potential, that's for sure…Those high notes are pretty hard to reproduce on stage…." the War God remarked, while making a flashy appearance by her side, on a pitch black stallion, and judging by the satisfied look on his face he was really enjoying the show.

" My Lord!" Darphus and all the other soldiers present exclaimed, dismounting with the speed of light and bowing respectfully the very following second, trembling in fear at the thought that without them knowing it, they might have said or done something wrong….No one wanted to cross him…not when they knew perfectly well what a person having his temper could do….Those poor souls screaming in pain, women and children included, drawing their last breath while the flesh melted on their bones- an awful way to die indeed- was proof enough…

"Ares, what do you think you're doing?!" Xena's voice slashed the uncomfortable- or better said deadly- silence that followed." I only ordered the men killed…."

The God only lifted his hand up, signaling her to stop talking.

"Draphus!" he continued, much to the Warrior Princess' frustration. She didn't say anything though….There was enough time for that, later, and plus, she already had an entire speech in mind- for his ears only, filled with curses to shock even the most obscene of minds.

"Yes my Lord!" the man promptly answered, shortly meeting the God's gaze just to fix the ground again when he understood that he shouldn't have lifted his eyes in the first place.

" Lead the rest of the troops towards the valley. You'll make camp there and you'll wait for your general's orders. Do you understand?"

" Yes Lord Ares. It shall be done!"

"Good…." the leather clad Olympian simply answered, waiting for the soldiers to leave the village. It didn't last long until he and Xena were the only ones there…..Well, the two of them and the countless dead bodies now cluttered pretty much everywhere.

" Don't you just love the smell of burnt flesh in the morning?!" he jokingly questioned, grinning wickedly at the visibly enraged dark haired Warrior whose gaze was still fixed on those hundreds lifeless corpses gradually turning into ashes …..A monstrosity...

" A landscape littered with body parts….Just like you wanted it…." she breathed out in disgust.

" Perhaps I've been just a tad overzealous, but it does give you an unique feeling of….let me find the right word….satisfaction….doesn't it?" he emphasized, grabbing her horses' reins and pulling her closer to him.

" This wasn't your decision to take….! I had plans with them! " she spat, ice shining on the surface of her crystal blue moons, barely restraining the urge to send him flying off his four legged friend.

" Did you now? " he seductively inquired - casually adjusting her shoulder armor and making sure to accidentally caress her skin in the process, all this without leaving for the slightest moment the impression that it was the most intimate gesture in the world and that their bodies were temptingly close to each other….

" Well…it so happens that I had…- still have by the way- plans with you, and a softhearted Warrior Princess isn't precisely what I bargained for...if you know what I mean…" he pointed out, his hand now resting casually on her thigh.

" What are you talking about?" she bit, trying to push his hand away, but it was as if having tried to move a mountain. He did laugh at her attempt though…This woman was fantastic…After all those long months spent in his company, she still had no idea who she was dealing with…Or maybe she did, and that was in fact the problem…

" You seem to have forgotten who you are…."he simply continued, and an unspoken message floated in the air between them before the Warrior Princess replied.

" Really…? You seem to know more about the subject than I do.." she snorted, boldly grabbing the reins from his hand, and urging her horse to move on, but it wasn't long before he caught her wrist, gripping it with enough force to remind her that it was not a good idea to walk away from him like that.

In a stubborn response to his brutality, she just yanked herself free, clenching her teeth at that sick nerve he had.

Before she knew it though, the fabric of reality was being torn apart from under her very eyes, while a new – far more alluring one- took its place…..When the blinding lights of the vortex finally died out and she once again became aware of her surroundings, Xena discovered that she had been transported in the most exotic place she had ever seen, and the War God's arms were still possessively snaked around her waist.

" It's time you and I had a bit of friendly chit- chat my sweet, beautiful Princess.." he murmured darkly into her ear and, tortuously slow, his fingers began roaming up her breasts, just to end on the side of her neck, where they clasped, discreetly waiting for a reaction…