Back on the mountains of Mount Olympus, the gods were busy discussing amongst themselves about what just happened. Many of them being mixed.

"This is stupid!" Phobos exclaimed.

"I told Zeus we shouldn't jump into killing and look what happened." Hades stated.

"We could have gone with a more subtle approach." Momus stated.

"I say we trust Diana!" Themis protested.

"This is wrong!"

"Maybe we should go with hydras."

"Apollo, get some asteroids!"

Zeus sat in defeat over what had happened. His target had escaped because of Superman and his own daughter getting in the way. This was enough to get the lightning god enraged. "ENOUGH!" With a mighty boom, Zeus managed to silence the whole council. "We are not getting anywhere. This bickering is pointless. I should have known my daughter would have gotten in the way. Of all the places Lois Lane could have ended up in Greece, she ends up where Diana is living."

"Makes you wonder what the odds are." Koios, god of questions, remarked.

At that moment, Athena, goddess of mathematics summoned some books, a quill, ink and an abacus to help her figure out the odds.

"Do we have any ideas?" Zeus asked.

"I could always have a hand in this." Thanatos suggested.

"What are you going to do, give them an ultimatum?" Hades asked.

"In my opinion, the threat of death tends to work." Thanatos said as he cracked his fingers. "I give them an approximate duration and they do my bidding."

"Come on, only someone desperate would do that!" Hades argued.

"Well, these are desperate times aren't they?" Thanatos retorted.

"The box is too powerful, Thanatos." Zeus stated. "Not even the threat of death can sway the holder from its influence."

Thanatos exhaled. "I hate you sometimes, Zeus."

Zeus narrowed his eyes at the God of Death, unimpressed with his insult. But he will deal with that later. "Do we have any other bright ideas?"

"I still suggest a fair trial." Themis stated. "To decide the fate of Lois Lane. Whether or not she deserves death."

"But the box could be opened in her hands!" Lyssa argued. "Hasn't that come across your mind, Themis?!"

"I believe in fair justice, Lyssa, not impulsive decisions." Themis retorted.

"Ironic, considering you're vouching for an impulsive idiot."

"If I may, Zeus, Pythia's vision is blocked." Hades said. "For all we know, there is a chance Lois destroyed the box."

"And again, what if there isn't?" Zeus asked.

Hades slammed his fists down. "For gods sake, Zeus, this is getting ridiculous. Killing Lois Lane isn't going to solve this because some other poor moron might be influence by the box, leading to this cycle of influence and killing and influence and killing until it becomes redundant. Why can't we trust her?!"

"Because father has a point!" The doors to Olympus slammed themselves open, revealing a bright light and a dark figure standing in front of it. He wore armoured boots, gauntlets around his wrist, a fustanella, a lynothrax on his chest and a helmet with spikes all over. His face was concealed by the helmet, revealing only a pair of sinister red eyes. "Perhaps killing Lois Lane is the only way."

The figure walked towards the council of Gods with confidence, leading the gods to murmur in distress. "How did he get back?" Hera asked in fear.

"Impossible." Athena said. "He shouldn't have gotten past the guards."

"What are you doing back here?!" Hades exclaimed at the god that burst down the doors. "You shouldn't be back here!"

Poseidon stood up from his seat. "You go back down and face punishment for what you did!" Poseidon demanded.

"I thought you'd have forgiven me after what I did to your son, Poseidon." The god's retort caused Poseidon to summon a ball of water, ready to attack just in case.

The god approached the surprisingly intrigued and invested Zeus as he stared at him. The god got down on his knees and bowed before his father, causing the other gods to narrow their eyes at him.

"Ares, god of war." Zeus remarked. "You return."

Ares got back up on his feet. "Those years exile have got me to look back on my actions. I should not have tried to overthrow the great and all mighty Zeus. I have travelled many days, nights, hungry, thirsty, striving through painful and treacherous terrains to get back to you."

"Don't listen to him!" Hades shouted. "Zeus, can't you see Ares is sucking up to you to get his seat back?!"

"I agree!" Hera protested. "Zeus, consider your decision!"

"You think you can delude me with such flattery, son?" Zeus asked. "I have not forgiven your transaction against me."

"I thought you wouldn't." Ares said, looking remorseful. "I understand. I did try to overthrow you after all. So many lives were taken."

"He is manipulating you!" Poseidon exclaimed.

"Ares, you're no manipulator." Zeus stated. "I know you want your seat back."

"Yes!" Ares pleaded. "Father, let me reclaim my seat! I have done my time! I am ready to return."

"No." Zeus said. "You will not reclaim your seat."

"Finally, some good decision making." Hades mumbled to himself, feeling Zeus has redeemed himself.

Ares, instead of feeling any negativity to his father's statement, just stood up and cleared his throat. "If I am free to speak, father, how about in order to reclaim my seat you deliver me an ultimatum? An ultimatum that would be impossible for me to complete in order to prove my worth."

"I think it would be best you leave, Ares." Hades suggested. "There is nothing Zeus can give you."

However, instead, Zeus was pondering Ares' idea. This could be a great test for him. But also, he had to get rid of an itch that was bothering him and he looked like the perfect candidate.

"Perhaps…" Zeus stood up on his throne. "…If you wish to reclaim your seat on Olympus…."

Hades was shocked. "You're….You're kidding me, right Zeus?"

"…Kill Lois Lane for me. She is going to destroy the world by opening Pandora's Box unless we do something." Zeus requested.

Hades raised a brow in shock. "Zeus, you're serious aren't you?"

"It's clear that Ares does not care about the world, he only cares about the seat." Themis stated.

"Without a world, what can I watch over on the comfort of my seat?" Ares retorted. "Zeus, I shall take that challenge. Rest assured that Lois Lane will be executed." He gave a bow and departed from the throne while the other gods watched on with either disgust or detest.

Hera narrowed her eyes angrily at Zeus. "Zeus, this is not wise! Ares getting his seat back? Who knows what could become of this?!"

"If he is to succeed that this." Thanatos pointed out.

"What are you thinking?!" Hades exclaimed.

"We know where Lois Lane will end up." Zeus stated. "She will stand before Prometheus' fire. She could destroy the box, open it or Ares will kill her whether or not she opens the box."

"That's the point!" Hades exclaimed. "He'd kill her regardless if she opens the box or not!"

Zeus sat back down on this throne, clenching on the arm rests. "Maybe, but we shall see. Let Ares have his fun. Thanatos, if you may wish, you can put a limit on Lois' life."

In that moment, Thanatos smiled sinisterly. "No, I won't put a limit on her life…I have…Other ideas." He snickered as he thought about his devious plan.

On the bottom of Olympus, Ares had finished his tiring stroll down which was easier than going up. Awaiting him was a Greek harehound and a black winged horse.

The dog ran up to Ares whom responded by stroking his head. "Sorry to keep you waiting, Gragerus. Me and Zeus eventually to an agreement." The dog barked while he pulled a lock of black hair from his gauntlet. "My dear sister is getting involved in this Lois Lane incident. Find her." The dog sniffed the lock of hair and barked at its owner before making a run north.

The horse huffed at Ares and the god of war responded by stroking its nose. "Yes, yes, we will move out soon." He analysed the ground around him. Then, with a flick of his hand he summoned a blue flame in the palm of his hand. "A lot of people have died at Olympus, lives cut so soon. Let's give them a second chance, shall we?" He pressed his hand on the ground, causing hues of blues to shine around the ground.

Then, the god of war jumped on his winged horse and the animal took off to follow his dog. Once he left, the hues stopped glowing and after a few seconds of silence, a rotting hand burst out of the ground and clenched its hand into a fist.