<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/HlySd/Aresherc-2-1.png)</div><strong>Name/Alias</strong>:  Ares<br/><strong>Origin</strong>: Olympus<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Hallway, outside of John’s bedroom<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Dr. Strange<br/><hr/><br/><br/>The collar around his neck tightened and Ares’s eyes narrowed and tears collected at the corners of them. If he had known or seen a dog on a choker chain, he might have been able to relate to the feeling, but Ares was no dog. He was a god, and if the sorcerer thought jerking his chain would suddenly make him obedient, he had another thing coming.<br/><br/>The collar loosened and a desperate breath hissed from between his teeth before the wizard freed him from the magical bindings. Ares sank to his knees and his armor melted away, revealing John clutching his throat and filtering fresh air back into his airway. He had one hand resting on his ax and his fingers curled tightly about it. His face contorted angrily, his head remaining bowed to hide any hint of malicious intent.<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/HlySd/HotMenChart_Michael_Churchill_11-1-1-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name/Alias</strong>: John Aaron / Ares<br/><strong>Origin</strong>: Olympus<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Hallway, outside of John’s bedroom<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Dr. Strange<br/><hr/><br/><br/><strong>One more thing. I was asked to give this to you.</strong><br/><br/>John glared up at Dr. Strange, and the sour expression on his face immediately vanished upon seeing the scroll in his hand. His eyes widened and he examined the scroll longer to see if it was really just that. If so, then it was true. This Dr. Strange had connections with the gods.<br/><br/>John’s rage was extinguished and the past altercations behind him. He stood to his feet, hefting the ax along with him. It lolled in his grip inches above the floor as he approached Dr. Strange and slowly reached for the scroll as though it were a mere dream. He felt the smooth paper, the cold shining seal, and knew instantly that it was no illusion. The sorcerer hadn’t been trying to fool him. But what did<em>she</em>want?<br/><br/>John’s face couldn’t remain frown-less for too long. His brows knitted together as he gave Dr. Strange a look of distrust. He didn’t know what to think of the man. Just because he gave him an important message didn’t mean anything. The teen took the scroll and silently and almost in a rush retreated to his bedroom like a villain would to his lair. His bedroom door was slammed closed and the lock drawn into place.<br/><br/>John set his ax against the wall behind him and broke the seal on the scroll as the golden emblem winked out of existence. Parting the paper, he held the expanded message before his eyes and gave the golden text a single glance before he closed it and growled, “You know I have no time for words. If you wish to speak with me, then do so!”<br/><br/>The teen cast the scroll into the hearth and as the fire roared in a blaze, the goddess Aphrodite appeared across the war god’s bed. John’s attention turned to her and his brows lifted in surprise to see she actually came. Aphrodite lay on her belly with her hands face down and forearms holding up her shoulders. Her back was arched, red lace descending her spine to her round bottom. Her cherry-blonde locks hung from her crown in wispy layers that modestly draped over her nipples. Smoothly, she hefted herself upwards, olive legs spreading to the side and bending at the knees. She had her cheek turned in the war god’s direction as a single unveiled eye opened to gaze at him and how he drank in every hint of her flesh.<br/><br/>“Surprised to see me? Didn’t you call?” she questioned.<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/HlySd/Aresherc-2-1.png)</div><strong>Name/Alias</strong>:  Ares<br/><strong>Origin</strong>: Olympus<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Ares’s Bedroom<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Aphrodite and Jack<br/><hr/><br/><br/>John noticed a dryness in his mouth from it being slightly agape and he quickly closed it. This was not a conversation for a mortal for John would not be able to handle the goddess’s presence. He resumed the form of Ares once more, snatched up his ax, and demanded gruffly, “Tell me what it is you want, and then leave.”<br/><br/>Aphrodite smiled and brushed her bangs from her face. “Was that your mortal form? He was handsome but scrawny…” Her words left in a whisper like a feather against his ear as suddenly Ares felt her breath. Her hands pressed against his back as she breathed, “Not strong like you.”<br/><br/>Ares hissed and whirled around, bringing his ax around with him. Aphrodite stopped the god’s swing by resting her small and dainty hand against his wrist. The gust of his swing scattered her hair into a mess and unveiled her puckered, caramel nipples. From behind the scattered mop of cherry-blonde hair, Aphrodite spoke irritably, “Really now, love. I didn’t come to fight…” She drifted like a ghost over to his bath and knelt before the water on her hands and knees. She gazed at her reflection and began brushing her hair back into shape with her fingers. Lowering her hand, she peered back at the god, blue eyes glinting from behind her heart-shaped bottom and the red thong snug between her cheeks. “I came to see you.”<br/><br/>Ares lowered his ax and snarled, “You deceitful witch! You stood there and watched the gods banish me!”<br/><br/>Aphrodite finished her hair and stood to face Ares. “Hephaestus is my husband now. If he knew I still loved you, your punishment would have been worse. Even now I risk coming to see you in secret.” She approached him like a breeze her feet hardly making a weighty sound. She inspected the collar upon his neck tracing the arcane symbols with her fingers. “Have you tried to break it?”<br/><br/>Ares turned away from her. “My strength is not enough.”<br/><br/>The goddess snaked her arms around his waist and rested her palms against his chest plate. Her body hugged his backside and she cooed, “I cannot feel you through your armor.”<br/><br/>Ares gazed down at her hands. “Perhaps that is a good thing.”<br/><br/>“Why do you avoid me? Is it because of that girl?”<br/><br/>Ares’s eyes suspiciously lowered to Aphrodite as she tucked her head beneath his arm and slid around to his front. She rested her hands upon his shoulders and continued to finger the collar on his neck. “What do you know of Carol?”<br/><br/>Aphrodite smirked. “I am the Goddess of Love, and I know all there is about love. I know that you like her…or…does your mortal like her?”<br/><br/>Ares fell into thoughtful silence as Aphrodite brushed her fingers along his jaw and lips, inspecting his every detail.<br/><br/>“She loves your mortal, but she does not love you. We both know that he isn’t you. You are the God of War, and he is but a human. She doesn’t love what you are…like I do.”<br/><br/>Ares turned away from the love goddess once more as he went to return his ax to the weapon’s rack. Aphrodite drifted back over to his bed and sat upon the blankets of fur.<br/><br/>“Isn’t that why you’re here? Because no one understands you? Father does, but he doesn’t like the consequence of you being what you are: a murderer. He should have known that being the God of War would make you so<em>ruthless</em>. It’s what I love about you, Ares. While Athena tries to strategize ways to avoid War, a product of man, you accept that it will always exist because man exists. But Carol is a sweet girl…she wants you to be John so she can love you, but we know that’s not who you are. It’s a shame.”<br/><br/>The war god fumed before the weapons rack as he spoke on a threatening growl, “Speak no more.”<br/><br/>Aphrodite rolled her eyes and sighed. She puckered her lips and blew upwards at a strand that had fallen before her eyes. “Do not get upset my love. She is just a human girl. What does she know of the gods? Say you do become John and be what she wants you to be. What does she know of our passions? I never desired you to be anyone but you. Because you are exiled from Olympus, I can love you freely down here.”<br/><br/>Aphrodite was once again behind him and slowly she took his helm within her hands and removed it from his head. She gazed down at the Spartan mold and ran her fingers along its headdress. It was heavier than she realized as she weighed it in her hands. She gazed at Ares who still had his back to her.<br/><br/>“I understand you better than anyone. Everyone wants to change you. I don’t want to change you.”<br/><br/>Ares finally spoke, “Does Carol love that other man?”<br/><br/>Aphrodite was caught off guard by the question. She thought she had him where she wanted him, and then he throws an odd ball her way. She was about to speak until she watched Ares turn around with that thoughtful look still on his face. His bronze eyes then met with her sapphires, and a witty smirk cocked on his face.<br/><br/>“You cannot fool me, Aphrodite. It seems that you’re not only the goddess of love, but jealousy.”<br/><br/>The goddess stepped back with a frown. “How dare you…me, jealous of a mortal? Her beauty does not compare to my own. Her voice couldn’t end a war!”<br/><br/>“But she is beautiful, and she is a mortal. Does that frighten you? The difference between you and her is that Carol loves me, and you never did.”<br/><br/>“I do love you!”<br/><br/>She was making him mad now. “I will hear no more of your blatant lies! If you loved me, you would have begged Father not to banish me and left that cripple!”<br/><br/>Angrily, she threw down his helm and it clamored across the stone floor. “I told you why I didn’t!”<br/><br/>Ares marched toward her and attempted to bind her arms, “You desire adoration from everyone, and you shall not get it from me! Get out!”<br/><br/>Aphrodite retaliated by giving a powerful slap to the side of his face as she snarled, “You do not command me!”<br/><br/>Her hand had left a red print on the side of his face that stung, and if he had been a mortal, the blow might have decapitated him with ease. She had done it now.<br/><br/><em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">I WILL SEND YOU BACK TO OLYMPUS IN PIECES!</span></span></em><br/><br/>Poor Jack had the misfortune of being roomed next door. The god’s room sounded like a war had just ignited. There was the smash of one of the god’s weapon racks as hundreds of weapons began clattering to the floor, and then the walls trembled with what sounded like a grenade had exploded.<br/><br/>IT’S TRUE! YOU’RE NOTHING BUT A DOG!<br/><br/>YOU WHORE!<br/><br/>TAKE YOUR HANDS OFF ME! UH! YOU BEAST!<br/><br/>UH! STILL YOUR TONGUE!<br/><br/>NEVER! UH!<br/><br/>I HAD YOUR GRAVE PREPARED LONG AGO!<br/><br/>YOU STILL HAVE MUCH DIGGING TO DO! UH! DIG DEEPER! DEEPER YOU FOOL! UH!<br/><br/><em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">RAAAAH~!</span></span></em><br/><br/><em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">SCREAM~!</span></span></em>