What Should Not Be Known Chapter 2

It was a hot summer in Massachusetts; hot and humid as all hell. The humidity was one thing Ares could not get used to. Ares... That was a name he hadn't gone by in what, 200 years? Now, in the year 2011, he was known by his family, his neighbors, hell even the people who stayed at the motel he owned as Connor Linden. No one knew he was immortal. To the outside world he was just another nice, old widower, doing the best he could to raise his 23 year old firecracker of a daughter, Harmony. He smiled just thinking about her. His baby girl had grown up to become such a sweet, (although fiercely stubborn) girl. And after her mother died last year, she gave up her big plans in Boston to help him at the motel.

That was something he felt incredibly guilty about. He was not as frail as she thought, actually he wasn't even the slightest bit weak. And he was old, but immortal. The exterior aging that people saw on him was a rouse. He could snap his fingers and look 18 again. But of course he would never do that. It would mean leaving the only person he cared about all alone, and that was unacceptable. It would also mean exposing her to who he really was; and consequently what she really was. It was too much knowledge to burden his sweet innocent daughter with. He had decided long ago, when he had first fallen in love with his late wife, Anya, that she, and any children they had would never know who he truly was. Ares's musings were interrupted by the opening of the office door, and the chatter of the two young men who walked in.

"Jesus Frickin' Christ Sammy!" the shorter of the two almost shouted at his companion as they approached the motel's desk. "That waitress was throwing herself at you. And you didn't even get a number? What the hell dude! She was hot. I mean Playboy Bunny hot. And-" the tall one, Sam, cut his companion off and said half annoyed, "Dean, for the hundredth time drop it, ok?" Dean put his hands up in a gesture of surrender and rolled his eyes.

Sam and Dean, the names sounded incredibly familiar to Ares. He started to think about where he had heard them before when Sam reached the desk and spoke,"Hi, we'd like a room please". "One king or two doubles?" the old man asked as he looked the boys over.

Sam, the taller of the men, had longish brown hair and green eyes. He was built like a house, muscular and towering over most average humans. His overall appearance would be intimidating if it were not for the gentleness that he exuded. Sam also had an odd aura about him. Ares could tell he had been through some kind of tragedy, but it seemed as if only his subconscious knew since his demeanor was otherwise pleasant. Dean was shorter, but intimidating just the same. He had the same green eyes as Sam but there wasn't the same gentleness behind them. To Ares, Dean's eyes showed a warrior who's seen the horror of battle and felt the intense need to protect the ones he loves. This was the type of man he could recognize a mile away. Dean was someone, in Greece, Ares would have given favor to in battle.

"Two doubles" Sam replied and handed Ares a credit card. "Alright then, room 12, enjoy your stay boys." He dropped the credit card and room key into Sam's hands and the boys shuffled out, with Dean renewing the argument about the waitress from before. Ares chuckled, boys never change, from ancient Greece to modern Massachusetts they would forever be chasing tail.

Suddenly another thought struck him, those two boys, Sam and Dean, he knew who they were. They were hunters, the hunters who had stopped the apocalypse. They were none other than Sam and Dean Winchester. Ares had never met them before, but the descriptions he heard from the divine chatter he occasionally tuned into fit the two boys in his motel right down to Dean's bravado and Sam's kind nature.

Helena smiled at the reactions of the two demons in front of her. They couldn't conceal their shock. Apparently the pair had been expecting her to argue, or even refuse their offer. Obviously they knew nothing about a priestess of war. She craved violence almost as much as the great God she worshipped. Or at least that's what she was told by her predecessor. None of the priestesses had actually communicated with Ares for over 200 years. They talked to him, but he never returned the favor.

Astaroth broke the silence, "Well then, if we're all in agreement let's get started." Helena nodded and took a seat on the edge of one of the motel rooms' beds. She closed her eyes and searched for Ares with her mind. It took a few seconds but soon enough she could vaguely sense the life force of the God. In a forceful voice she said out loud, "Lord Ares, God of War, I humbly request an audience with you."

She waited in silence for a few minutes but no response came. Astaroth and Porter frowned. "Hey lady is that all you can bloody do? Why we should've" "Shut up Porter" Helena replied with her eyes still closed. "That was just me knocking politely on the front door. Now, I'm going to kick the whole thing down and talk to him whether he likes it or not." Helena was going to break into the mind of a God. She was breaking the most serious rule she had been taught in her training. But Helena had never cared for rules before so why start now.

Helena focused on the faint connection with Ares and once again spoke in a forceful voice, "Ares! Son of Zeus and Hera, I command you now to open your mind to me. I invoke you in accordance with the ancient contract you signed with my bloodline. Now speak!" Helena had barely finished speaking when her mind was suddenly filled with thoughts and visions. She heard Ares muse over his daughter, and his life in Fairhaven. She took a deep breath and spoke out loud. "Ares is here. I hear his thoughts. Apparently he has a daughter and is residing in some New England town called Fairhaven. I am going to tell him of our plan now." Helena focused her mind and spoke directly to Ares, "My lord, my name is Helena, I am your priestess and I have urgent business to discuss with you." As soon as she spoke she sensed Ares become aware of her presence. "What are you doing in my mind woman?" Ares said in anger. "This had better truly be urgent or you will suffer for your impropriety!"

Helena replied in a calm voice, "Oh yes my lord, it is quite urgent. Your power is needed to start a devastating war, one that will remind the world of your power and glory. Astaroth, prince of hell, has sought me out in hopes that you will free Lucifer from the cage and help restart the apocalypse." There was a long pause.

And then Ares spoke with barely contained rage, "You imbecile. You stupid whore. How dare you invade my mind and ask for a favor!" His voice rose louder, " I will not let you end this world with your pitiful demon friends! I have discovered so much good here, so much to love among humans I will not let you destroy that. Now leave me be!"

Helena was shocked, Astaroth was furious. He broke his usual calm demeanor and shouted at Helena. "Priestess! Tell that poor excuse for a war god that if he does not help us I will personally find his daughter and kill her myself. Oh but that's not the end of it. I will kill her slowly, piece by piece, assuring her as I slice off each of her limbs that it was you who sealed her fate." He paused. "Help us by choice, or we will kidnap your daughter and force you to do it."

Ares coolly replied to Astaroth's rage with a simple "no". Astaroth grabbed Helena's arms. "Priestess! Find out what that bastard and his whore of a child look like." Helena nodded her head and began to search deep into Ares mind. As she was beginning to visualize Ares daughter she was suddenly struck by an intense pain in her skull. She began to scream and thrash on the bed. Blood began to drip out of her eyes and nose. Astaroth backed away in horror as Helena began to plead for Ares to spare her. The god laughed at the dying priestess. "I told you woman that you would pay dearly if your manner displeased me. Now, repent with your life." With that Helena went still. She was dead.

Astaroth could not believe it. He had been so sure the vicious god of war would jump at the chance to create mayhem. It was Astaroth and his fellow followers of Lucifer's last hope. And it was crushed. Porter saw Astaroth's despair and spoke up, "Astaroth, it isn't over yet. We may not know the names of Ares and his daughter but we know where they both are. I say we go to this Fairhaven place and start our own bloodbath. We'll kill every female we can until we get his daughter or at least force him out of hiding. That bastard does not know what he just started!" Astaroth smiled at his old friend, "Ah, Porter. You always know just how to cheer me up. Come, lets clean up this mess and book a flight to the U.S.A. Soon Ares will know what it means to cross the crowned prince of Hell."