Introduction: The Slaughter Begins
A glowing red pinprick breaks the smothering infinite blackness. Another awakens after the first as the sound of something rising from cold marble breaks the silence.
Footsteps echo in the deep darkness of Aeropagus. They are the patter of old feet, bones creaking within their fleshy prison. A heart beats slowly, rising in momentum till it thuds like a drum. The sound of feet turns to the clatter of divine metal upon stone, echoing through the darkness.
Fwoosh, fwoosh, fwoosh. Torches that have sat unlit for thousands of years burst to life, shedding their burning light across the stony hall, their flickering shadows dancing through the dust thick air.
The massive tall black throne of marble and gold adorned with skulls shines once more with a reddish light.
Ares steps forward, His flesh reawakened in the heat of the conflicts that rock the planet. Each conflict. Each violent act reinforces his mind and body. His red eyes growing that much brighter.
When the Gods had abandoned Earth long ago and withered away, only Ares remained. He had bound himself to his throne in Aeropagus, sleeping, regaining his power.
There was much to be done.
A God long forgotten to time had awoken and he would not be denied.
Ares had returned.
The spring of 2004 was a cold one, and the sky had remained cloudy for the past 3 weeks, as if nature itself was unsure of what it wanted to do. March had bared it's fangs at the world, sweeping cold winds across the eastern United States and across the seas to Europe and Asia. Even the tiny nation of Japan wasn't spared the wind, as if it was done by some supernatural force. One of many.
High in the sky, floating just below the clouds of Tokyo was a God. His blue armor that had gone untested for hundreds of millions of years shone in the sun, and his red eyes leisurely scanned the land below him. A massive blue double headed war-axe was resting atop the God's shoulder.
The Earth below him was different to the one he knew. In fact, the universe itself was of a wholly different cloth. He had awoken to a whole new universe. Still, the heat of conflict and war burned brightly in this world. In his eyes, all war, be it from Humanity, Monsters, Aliens, and anything really empowered him. Needless to say, conflict was bountiful on this Earth.
Not one to use silence or of the persuasion to hide himself unless he needed to, he decided to announce his arrival to this tiny world.
Within seconds, he grew and expanded to many many times the size of a skyscraper, his massive blue boots now barely touching the highest building tops of Tokyo.
Removing his helmet and holding it in his free arm, he spoke, his voice booming across the landscape.
"Greetings Mortals, Monsters, Witches, Warlocks, and Hidden Hands. I Ares the God of War and Slaughter descend upon your world! So rejoice and fight to your heart's content. Citizens of Japan, for ten minutes I am releasing you in Tokyo from your restraints of your morality. Do revel in your newfound freedom" He bellowed, raising his axe high. His red eyes shone from under his messy blonde hair.
In that moment, men and women who felt wronged by one another even in the most minute of ways took their fists, weapons, knives, or whatever they could to each other, held by nothing more than a frenzied bloodlust. Trucks crashed, planes fell from the sky as pilots intentionally tried to kill one another. Cars sped into pedestrians, and even animals that usually were reticent and docile began viciously assailing men and beast alike.
That was to say nothing of the monsters that revealed themselves, running rampant through the streets, their disguised shed for the efficiency of killing.
Historians in the future would call this the Tokyo massacre.
The first of many after the God of War descended upon them.