Ares was the god of battle and bloodlust, all the horror of war was his domain. He was never one to raise children: indeed, he treated Phobos and Deimos more like attack dogs than sons, and only liked Eros for his help in seducing mortals. Now a war unlike any since the Titanomachy was nigh, and instead of preparing to sow fear and terror, his son was wooing some sort of foreign shade in a gaudy whorehouse. The god of war was displeased, to say the very least. "We are leaving, Phobos! We will not miss this glorious war the mad god of the Isrealites is giving us, so leave your whore and-" Ares was interrupted by the insulted overlord "Hey, dickhead! We ain't finished with our meal, so how about you fuck off!" A more level-headed god might have laughed at the naive audacity this strange little shade showed, but not Ares. His anger and pride was legendary, and his punishments for those who offended him were brutally simple. Ares raised his spear to strike down the impudent shade then and there. Poor Phobos could not hope to match the power of his father, and now the god of fear felt horror himself as he could only look on as his new love was taken from him. But before Ares struck, a sudden look of recognition came across his face, he stopped to look closer at Velvette, who was now thoroughly confused. Soon, Ares recognised the mark of his lover upon the young woman "APHRODITE!" He bellowed in frustrated rage. "I know you are near! You could never resist a chance to watch your matchmaking unfold! Show yourself and explain what you have done to my son!" "He is OUR son, Ares." came a loud but beautiful voice. Aphrodite, goddess of love and beauty, awes all who look upon her, or at least all who do not have several millennia to grow accustomed to her. Velvette and the imps were completely awestruck by the goddess. All Ares felt as he looked at his sometimes lover was annoyance. "Yes, our son, whom you only notice when it is convenient for you. Like now, as a war of unparalleled size brews, and you think it fit to match him to this creature." Ares said, gesturing towards Velvette. "Love blooms in the unlikeliest of places, you should know that by now. Let them enjoy this first courtship, and Phobos will be ready for the blood-soaked glory you so crave. You have my word on this, Ares." The god of war was only a little mollified by her promise, he knew how tricky the word of a god could be. Still, he knew better than to argue with a goddess that could influence the mind of Zeus himself, so he walked away, not even bothering to take Deimos with him. Velvette was so entranced by Aphrodite's beauty that she barely heard a word of what was said. But she finally snapped out of her trance and asked her new love a pertinent question. "Hey, Phobos, your dad seems like a total dick, but he might not be totally wrong. God, I mean, my world's god is supposed to be all powerful. Even if he isn't, this is still going to be bad. What the hell's going to happen to the world? Phobos thought about this for a minute before responding. "I am a young god in comparison to the rest of Olympus, I have not lived to see the great upheavals that shaped the world when it was newly formed. But I know one thing from the tales the muses sing. One must act when the time is right, not before. Even if Olympus is under siege as we speak, we can continue on our unusual courtship." Velvette couldn't help but giggle at that last part. "We call it a date here, Phobos. 'Courtship' makes it sound like you're a repressed fundamentalist weirdo." "Hey, I just had a great idea! Your mom won't mind giving us a lift to Rome, right? The Vatican is probably on fire or something, and I always wanted to know for sure if the Popes had a secret porno stash!" Phobos was from a realm that saw Italy as a backwater of the civilized world, not the home of a once mighty empire and the world's biggest religious sites. But he would never say no to this compelling woman, who had shown him more new experiences in a day than he had seen in the past century. Awkwardly hopping onto his mother's jewel-encrusted chariot, Phobos, Velvette, and Deimos, who was tired of being left behind, made way for the eternal city. Rome was in chaos, as was all creation, but neither the gods nor the giddy overlord with them were afraid. There was a higher than usual number of corrupted angels and saints in the city, most likely because of the symbolic importance of Rome to Christianity. Phobos and Deimos were trained in combat by the god of war himself, and Velvette did not become an overlord by being gentle, so they managed to carve through them with relative ease. Inside St. Peter's Basilica, they were unable to find the legendary porn stash, so they helped themselves to numerous gold relics and jewelry. Eventually, they made their way to the pope's personal chambers, now abandoned. Velvette still had a little manic energy inside of her, so she invited Phobos to a night of passion that neither of them would ever forget.