A/N: I'm sorry I've been neglecting this with such force. Been very very very busy. I am also readily apologizing for the copious amounts of spelling errors in this Parental Moment. Word is not currently installed on my computer and I'm using wordpad.

Clarisse glared venehmently at the people seated at the dining table around her. They were all so perfect. The spitting image of one of those families on the hallmark cards. She wanted to scream. She wanted to flip the table over, spilling the pompously placed roast turkey, toppling the ears of corn stacked neatly on the plate. Everything was pristine - orderly. She wanted some chaos.

Clarisse la-Rue was the daughter of the Greek God of War, this was all much too much. It was young Clarisse's 14 birthday and it was being treated like any other day in the household. Her obnoxious step sister was boasting about the latest teacher who's pet she'd become. Gushing about how much the teacher adored her courteous demeanor. Clarisse narrowly bottled a snort, in no mood to be chastised today.

There was a terse knocking at the door, interupting Lillith's story with a scowl. Clarisse's step father gruffly cleared his throat and stood from the table, making his way to the door. Clarisse could see the front door clearly from her vantage point at the far end of the table. She always sat there because it was the farthest away she could get from the rest of her family. When the door opened, Clarisse gasped.

Decked out in a ripped leather jacket and tinted sunglasses, Ares stood menacingly at the door, glaring down at her measly step father who had his arms crossed and head tilted up to see the God clearly.

"And who are you?" The man demanded, the glare still heated.

Clarisse's mom sensed the tension at the door and went to see for herself who it was. She stumbled back when she came in sight of the door though, gulping loudly.

"Ares."

Ares directed his gaze to the woman further down the hall and let a smirk slowly slide to adorn his face.

"Camille,"

Richard, Camille's current husband, glanced between the two in disbeleif.

"Ares, " He inquired. "As in the troubled one's dad?"

Clarisse let slip a low growl at being called the troubled one, Ares did similar.

The god's gaze wove back and found Clarisse's, giving her a slight nod he stepped into the house, avoiding the puny man posted at the door. Camille was the first to protest.

"Ares, you can't just-"

You could see the fire burning behind the tinted Ray-Bans clearly when he turned to glare at the woman.

"I can't what? Visit my daughter on her birthday?" He demanded, his mouth conforming into a sneer. He continued to walk into the living room, oozing an air of fear and rage. Lillith shook audibly in her seat when he past and he finally stopped in forward march in front of his daughter.

"Hello,"

Clarisse managed to swallow the hard lump in he throat and stood to greet her father.

"Hello, father," She internally chided herself for letting her voice shake.

He nodded in awknowlegement and brought out a box he had been hiding in his monumentous jacket and handed it off to her. Nodding once again curtly he turned on his heel, exiting the house as quickly as he had entered.

Clarisse's entire family turned and sent her a glare, but she didn't care. Her father's glare put their's to shame and she sat down once again, happily putting some turkey onto her plate.