A/N I apologize for the wait and the shortness of this chapter but I promise more is on the way.

This chapter is between Ares and his famous lover Aphrodite (just so I don't confuse you). enjoy!


(Ares POV)

I watched the last of the sun's rays fall behind the distant horizon before crossing the street into the large gardens. I couldn't wait to see her. My hands twisted in my robes at the thought of holding her again. It had been so long since we had been together. Ever since the whole golden net fiasco, she refused to see me, speak to me or even look at me during feasts or celebrations. I knew she was afraid of getting caught again, but I couldn't wait any longer. I had to see her.

Weaving my way through the plants, fountains and ponds, I searched for the familiar face of my lover. Every kind of flower, tree, and fruit bearing plant that existed covered the garden, which happened to be sacred to Demeter, making it the most beautiful in all of the heavens. Everything was in full bloom, all the time, due to the warm, consistent weather of Olympus.

After a while of relentless searching, I finally caught sight of her in a light pink dress that clung to her body gracefully. She heard me approach and turned sharply to face me, eyes wide.

"What are you doing here?" she hissed. Her faced was just as beautiful as I remembered. Her luscious curls caught the wind and flowed around her shoulders.

"I am simply admiring the lovely scenery, and you?" I said, stepping closer.

"I enjoy paying a visit to the roses every now and then." She said slowly, backing away and looking away from my eyes.

"The roses are nothing compared to your beauty."

"How did you know I would be here?"

"I asked one of your Graces. Would you like my company?"

Her eyes flashed angrily up at mine. "We cannot do this anymore. Not after what happened."

"Why not?" I reached to embrace her but she backed away.

"It is not that I didn't enjoy it while it lasted, but things are different now. No one respects me, not that they did much before, but now people look down on me more than ever, ridiculing and mocking me."

"Who mocks you?" Who dares to mock my lady?

She continued as if I hadn't said anything at all. "Hephaestus won't share a bed with me and I'm afraid he doesn't love me anymore."

"You never cared about that before." My voice rose as I started to see what she was implying.

"How can I expect people to believe I am the Goddess of Love if I can't make my own husband love me?" Her voice was shaking and she looked tearfully into my eyes.

"Please, Aphrodite –"

"I've made my decision," she stood tall with her shoulders back and her head high with pride, "I know you don't, but I care about my reputation. I want time away from you, Ares. Once things settle down a bit, I'll consider being with you again." With that, she gave me a slight nod and disappeared down the path.

I stood there in the dark garden, hardly believing what I had just heard. I had slept with Aphrodite all those nights because she was attractive, and because she was experienced. And now she has rejected ME, when it was her who started this whole affair. She invited me into her bed first, had she not? So why would she change her mind now? I chose to be with her, but I had apparently forgotten how she operated. Aphrodite only cares about two things, the way she looks and what other people think of her.

Obviously I had also forgotten one of the most sacred laws of warfare: never underestimate your opponent. I thought I had Aphrodite in my full control. I never stopped to think that she was the one in command of our relationship.

Maybe this is why Athena beat me in the Trojan War a few years ago. Maybe, with women, brute strength is not enough.

I transported myself to my residence once I realized I was standing in the middle of a garden. I shivered at the thought of someone seeing me in such a feminine place.

Still, I couldn't shake off my anger. I wanted vengeance but I couldn't kill anyone on Olympus; everyone here is immortal. But I needed something to do and there was only one way for me to even remotely feel better.

I headed to the mortal world in my full armor, sword in hand, ready for a fight. I was going to cause any kind of trouble I could manage. May the other gods have mercy on anyone brave enough to cross me.


A/N Let me know what you think of my attempt at Ares' personality. Until next time...