Okay, the God of War loved weapons and black leather way too much. Xander thought as he appeared in the Temple of War with Strife. The God of War laid on a massive bed covered in black silk. Even in a deep sleep Ares was a sight to behold. Xander walked slowly to the bed afraid that the God would wake up and slice him to tiny little bits with a dull sword.
"Ain't nothing to worry over Xan, Unc ain't going to waken unless it's by you." Strife stood at Xander's side looking down at his uncle. "You have to wake him, he's needed now more then ever."
Xander heard the love in Strife's voice something he didn't expect from the God of Mischief. "You two are real close aren't you?"
"Yeah, Unc raised me since I was a pup." Strife smiled warmly as he remembered. "No one cared about me not even my own ma just Unc."
"I can see why you want him back." Xander didn't have anyone anymore not even Willow, but he understood she had her own life as did Buffy. He could only hope that one day he would have someone to care for him deeply like Strife did for his Uncle. "So how am I suppose to wake him?"
Strife shrugged his leather-covered shoulders. "Don't know."
"You don't know?" Xander couldn't believe this. How was he suppose to wake up the God of War if no one knew how? "Because I'm going to tell you now. I am not going to kiss him like they do in Sleeping Beauty. I will not kiss a man no way no how."
"Who said you had to kiss him, Xan?" Strife giggled, Xander was hiding in a big closet it would seem.
Xander blushed and started to shake Ares by the shoulder. "Come on man wake up."
"Ah, yeah that's going to work." Strife shook his head in disgust. "Can't you think of something better then that, Xan?"
"I don't know maybe there is a magic spell or something I have to use." Xander ran a hand through his hair not knowing what to do next.
"Maybe you should try that kissing thing just to see if it works." Strife smiled, glad that he thought of something that might help. "It worked in that Fairy Tale."
"I am not going to kiss your uncle, Strife." Xander glared at the God, there was no way he was going to kiss another way. He didn't like men; no, no, no, he liked girls. Yep, girls always had and always well. "I think of something." Xander wondered if pouring water over the God would work.
Strife wondered how Xander would be able to wake Ares up. Hades said he was the only one, but the boy didn't know what to do. It was starting to look hopeless. "Maybe we should head back to Hades and ask him what to do?"
"Nah, I got it." Xander sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the face of the God of War. He was handsome and had that whole leather thing going on. There was a sword hanging above his bed. Xander stood up and took the sword of the wall. It was calling to him.
"Hey, don't touch that." Strife was worried that the Sword of War would strike Xander down, but nothing happened.
Xander ignored the God and stared at the sword. There was something different about this weapon it was like it was trying to tell him something. Strife watched afraid for the human when he started to glow the sword was doing something to him. "Ah, man Hades is going to kill me if something happened to you."
"I'm fine, Strife." Xander smiled, he knew what to do now. The sword told him everything. "Can you leave for awhile. I need to do this on my own."
Strife wasn't so sure about that still worried the Sword of War would do something to hurt Xander. "You sure."
"Yeah, the sword only wants its master back it won't hurt me." Xander smiled at the God of Mischief. "You have to do this Strife if you want your uncle back." Strife didn't like it at all, but he left the temple to look around Olympus.
"It's just you and I now." Xander said looking down at the sleeping God. He used the sword and sliced opened his palm watching as the blood poured on the ground below. "It's now or never."
Xander the Sword of War on the God's chest making sure his hands were holding the hilt. He used his blood and coating the blade and watched it glow. "I Alexander chosen by the Fates demand Ares, God of War to awaken and take his place as King of the Gods."
"It's about time." Xander jumped back as the God of War sat up with a smirk on his face. "I wondering when you would figure out how to awaken me, Alexander."
"The sword told me." Now that it was over he was nervous about being around this God. "Why was I chosen?"
"You are the same blood and heart as Joxer." Ares answered standing up feeling great knowing he was awake and could awaken the others. He studied Alexander seeing how much like Joxer he was. "Joxer was one of my followers. He wasn't a great fighter, but his prayer gave me more power then any cold blooded War Lord."
"I guess I go and find Strife to take me back." Xander kept himself from jumping back when Ares stepped closer to him. He wasn't going to show fear.
Ares narrowed his eyes in displeauser. He already lost Joxer because of the Way and Xena. He was not going to lose this follower. "Strife can wait."
"I need to get home." Xander had a bad feeling in his gut. "May I leave?"
"No, at least not now." Ares called Strife to him forcefully.
Strife appeared in the temple falling on his butt looking at his Uncle. "Good to see ya awake, Unc."
"I want you to tell Hades and his Priest that Alexander will keep me company for a short time." Ares ordered his nephew. "There is much to do here on Olympus and I want him here."
Strife nodded hoping Ripper wouldn't rip off his balls if something happen to the boy he loved as his son, but if he didn't do it then Ares would do more then rip off his balls. "Sorry, Xander." He flashed out of the Temple of War.
Xander couldn't believe this he helped to awaken the God and now he couldn't leave. "I have to get back to my friends."
"You will stay here." Ares was amused by the anger in the human's eyes. "I a God and I'm bigger then you so you'll do what I say."
"You have no right." Xander screamed, God or no God he wasn't going to be treated like this.
Ares laughed, he was enjoying this the way the human stood up to him knowing he could be killed. Ares respected that in anyone, hell not many Gods were able to stand up to him. "Listen to me Alexander, you are my Champion and I need you here with me. Once we're finish I'll take you to see your friends."
"You need me?" Xander didn't know if he could trust this God. "And I can go home later."
"My word as God of War." Ares promised and he would keep his promise. "So what do you say?"
Xander sighed, he wasn't going to win this one. "Alright I'll help."
"Good." Ares grabbed Xander pulling him into his arms. "We have a lot to do kid." With that they disappeared in flash of black sparks.