"Mortals never change." Aries thought as he walk causally down the streets of New York, "Their technology advances but the natures are as unchanging as the Fates." After being trapped in a, supposedly, eternal sleep for over thousand years. He was suddenly free and apparently forgotten. He has a few followers here and there but he is over all considered a myth. "Stupid mortals can't even remember their own history. So ignorant of the past."
Aries walks into the Biltmore Hotel and up to the front desk. "How may I help you, sir?", the concierge asked. "I'm here to check into my suite." "May I please have your last name?" "Warrior" At that the concierge's head shot up to examine the man before her. He was dressed in black pants, a dark red t-shirt, and a black jacket. He looked like just that a warrior. It wasn't his cloths. It wasn't his height either, even though he must have been at least six feet tall. It wasn't even the fact that he could give all the models she had ever checked-in a run for their millions. It was his sheer presence. He seemed to fill the entire floor. She tore herself away from his spell and quickly typed the name into the computer. "Ah. Yes, Mr. Warrior. Your valet and luggage arrived this morning. They are waiting for you in your suite." "Thank you." "Enjoy your stay."
Aries usually found it funny that women were drawn to him. But right now he just wanted to climb into bed and fall into peaceful oblivion. He walked to the elevator and told the operator, "Penthouse." The young man glanced at Aries and pulled out the key that would allow for access to the penthouse level.
Alexander was waiting for his lord Aries to arrive. 'he should have been here an hour ago, I hope no one pissed him off I really don't want to clean up any ashes today. The door opens. My LOrd, where have you been?" "shut up Alex I'm to tired to listen to your chatter." "May I ask why you are so exhausted?" "I'm still recovering from the magical sleeping pill Athena slipped me." "Sir its been four months, you are fully recovered, and according to the Dr. Phil I just watched, you are probably suffering from depression. So I suggest that you-" "No! Alex I wil not go see Hermes!" "but sir he is God of healing and he's doing well with that extreme fracanstien reality thing, what ever its called!" "extreme make-over, and I don't care I am going to bed, I'm tired and so help me I will incinerate you right where you are so do me a favor and shut the hole in your face or I'll tear you a new one!!!" "You just threatened me twice in one sentence. You really are tired, alright go to bed but I want you to go to some art galleries to morrow there are some decent ones in this city that don't carry those modern trash heaps." "Its called modren art, Alex" "In my opinon if its greek then its art" "I'll have to find you some modern art that's done by a greek then." " No wonder your not the God of humor, that was horrible." " Who said I was joking?" Alex cringes in fear he hate modern art he prefers the smooth techneque of the classical masterpieces. "Alex sighs and says, "Good night oh God of annoiance." Aries perks his ears up in in surprise,"Alex you need to practice your sarcasm your slipping." Aries walks into the Master Bedroom just in time to see Mars ascend into the eastern sky He watches the red planet while he gets ready for bed. Aries falls asleep watching Mars cross the east new york skyline.
Alex sits himself down in front of the fire place in the living room. 'He really isn't himself. Is it possible for Gods to get depression. Well Hera is Bipolar. She just has to admit it. I'll have to call Hermes no matter how much Aries will hate me for doing it. Maybe I should see if Cupid would like to drop by and try and cheer him up. Who am I kidding Aries would let artimus' Amozans barrow me for target practice.' Alex gets up and wlks to the floor-to-ceiling windows and looks at the skyline without really seeing it. He thinks out loud, "My the Fates stop the self destruction of a powerful God and a good man."
