Silly humans.
Ares walked through the streets of New York, an economic hub in the United States of America and indeed, the world, turning his nose up at every human he passed by...which happened to be a lot.
Of course, as he walked, most of them had the sense to give way for him. He stood at a commanding height of 6ft.6', he was heavily built; his biceps bulged and his broad chest threatened to tear open the shirt he had on, his ink black hair was tied up in a messy bun behind his head, exposing a sharp jaw-line, thin lips, a roman nose, intense, dark eyes and full, finely-arched brows. He would have passed for handsome, if a thin scar didn't run down his cheek from the arch of his brow. He knew he made an intimidating form whenever he was on earth, but he honestly couldn't help it. he was the god of war for a reason. He wasn't supposed to fit in with these people. He saw the way they stared at him when they walked by, it was one of the reasons why he had a permanent scowl on, so that nobody thought he was approachable.
He had been on earth for about two days now, and he was damn near sick of it. If he didn't have some business here, he would have long returned to Olympus, his home. However, he was drawn to New York City. Being the god of war meant that Ares was to blame for so many human wars over the years. He had had many he was proud of, but he had particularly found delight in the first and second world wars. They had been different from the others, humans had become technologically savvy, they had fought with bombs and guns. Nothing made his heart swell with pride more than thoughts of the chaos and destruction that had trailed those wars...since then though, he hadn't had the kind of wars he wished for. There were small invasions of countries here and there, but those were no wars...still, he was drawn to violence. That was what had brought him to New York.
See, not only was New York an economic hub, it also had more than its own fair share of crime, and it created a breeding ground for all forms of violent activities...things which brought a smile upon Ares' otherwise frowning face. Crime meant guns, crime meant killings, crime meant blood. There were turf wars, power plays, betrayals. No other part of the world served it hotter than New York did, and it was the reason Ares had found himself here.
He planned to stay for as long as the tensions remained at the present tempo. It had increased drastically in the last year, the City was pretty much under siege, but there were no formal declarations of such. The war was being fought underground. It was no World War, but it certainly sufficed.
He found himself standing in front of a restaurant in downtown New York. It was no ordinary restaurant though, no, he could feel the animosity from within- the tension. Promises of violence covered the entire place. It was just what he needed.
He opened the door and stepped into the fancy restaurant, almost snickering at how fancy it was, as opposed to the level of rot within. Typical. Humans always shrouded their evil actions with aesthetic beauty.
The restaurant was almost empty, which was quite odd considering the time of day. He walked to the closest chair, his eyes scanning the area. The people who soiled this place were nowhere in plain sight. Of course, they usually performed their business within the establishments. They had secret rooms for these things.
He took a seat, paying no attention to the staff, who all regarded him with apprehension. He was at a table for almost five minutes, waiting to be attended to by staff who were far too cowardly to approach. While he admitted that he looked intimidating, surely, it wasn't so bad that these people wouldn't approach him. Wasn't it their job to do so? Weren't there humans who had similar appearance to him?
By the time someone finally took up the difficult task of belling the cat, he had lost interest with them...even worse, the sacrificial lamb was as gutless as ever. He was a boy. He looked no older than what they referred to as a teenager, a lanky thing indeed. Ares watched him, with barely held in contempt, as he stuttered a greeting to him. What sort of humans existed these days? How had such a cowardly soul gotten any form of employment? Nothing disgusted him more than the rank smell of fear oozing from a human.
He regarded the boy briefly before speaking in a deep baritone, "I want to see your manager." There was no way he would be dealing with this boy. He wanted to see whoever ran this place, he expected that it would be one of the men who exuded the strength that had drawn him to this place.
"S...sir, I don't...I don't believe that will be possible, sir."
Ares turned his gaze toward him, "And why not?" he asked in a hard voice.
The boy seemed to swallow, shaky eyes looked toward what Ares assumed was the staff area, perhaps for some form of encouragement from his colleagues, "The manager is busy, sir."
Getting increasingly irritated at the mere presence of the boy, Ares said coldly, "I would suggest, you go into your backroom, and get me your manager, before I give you something to really shake you to your bones."
The boy's eyes widened dramatically; it looked like his eyes were going to fall out their sockets and Ares, for the first time, seized some seconds of comic relief, although, his face gave away no such thing. In a flash, the boy scurried off and Ares leaned into the chair, waiting for the real boss. There was dynamite in this place and he planned to set it off before he left.
About a minute after he sent the boy scurrying off, his ears picked up the sound of an approaching person. His gaze looked toward the direction it came from. Those didn't sound like a man's movement. They were different. The clicking was unlike a man's, there was a rush to the movement. Before he caught sight of the person coming, he knew it was no man, and then he caught sight of her...
Unconsciously, Ares found himself sitting up as the most gorgeous human he had ever laid eyes on, approached him, a scowl planted upon her beautiful face. She walked with a confidence that could only be possessed by a man, the click came from a pair of five-inch heels upon graceful feet and powerful legs which were fully exposed in a blue skirt that barely scraped her knees. Full breasts jutted out from a chiffon top, loosely tucked into the skirt. Her auburn hair lay in waves upon her shoulders. Hard blue eyes were trained on him as she made her approach, his eyes took in her angelic face; that upturned nose, pout lips, high cheek-bones, and damn, those eyes, all wrapped in smooth, creamy skin. Zeus help him, such a specimen did not belong on such an unworthy plane.
She stopped in front of his table, her aura almost knocking him off with sheer strength. She had to be the first human who hadn't cowered at the sight of him since he got here. She had the balls of four men this one, which made her even more alluring to him, "Good day, sir." She began, her voice hard and unyielding, "Might you be the reason my staff came into my office like he had been harassed?"
Ares had to applaud his aloofness. Being a god had its advantages, and one of them was that he could control his expressions, even when he was totally floored by a person, "Are you the manager?" he sent back at her
"Yes, and who are you to ask for me?"
Ares couldn't believe her guts. He regarded her form, without those heels, she was barely 5ft.4', even in this chair, he was three times her size. Did she not notice that or she was just courage-filled? "Well, when I asked for the manager, I didn't have one such as you in mind." he responded pointedly.
Yes, she was strong and assertive, but she wasn't violent. She wasn't the one he was here for, she wasn't the one whose thirst for blood called to him from this place...still, he was willing to entertain himself with her till he saw who he was here for.
If her frown could deepen, it certainly did at his dismissive words, "Well, sorry to disappoint you, sir, but I am the manager of this establishment and I will not have one such as you, come in here, harass my staff and insult me. So, please, I ask that you leave. Immediately."
His eyes scanned the entire room, "For an establishment this empty, I would think you wouldn't be quick to chase away paying customers."
"Just because it has a few coins, doesn't mean we need such patronage. There are other ways to order meals without harassing staff, and making ridiculous requests. Now, as I said, I request that you kindly leave this establishment, before I have you physically thrown out."
He couldn't help but cock a brow. Such a spitfire in a body so small, he could feel a light stirring in his loins as he observed her and the powerful aura that oozed from her. She was birthed of a line of fighters, a powerful clan indeed. He had never assumed himself to be one taken by strong-headed women, he might be the god of war, but nothing irked him more than being subjected to fighting a woman for dominance. Women yielded to him, they submitted to his power. This lady barely even shook at the sight of him. He was beyond impressed, and in that moment, he decided he liked her very much.
He leaned into the seat and folded his arms defiantly, "I would like to see you try."
The whimpering staff, who she had come with, glanced at her. He looked genuinely surprised that she would even dare to challenge a man so imposing. He looked scared for her, but the warrior beside him had her hard eyes trained on Ares. She looked enraged by his audacity. Her eyes burned with a fire that intrigued him and made him wonder of what those stunning blues would look like when they were burning with unbridled lust and fiery passion. He felt the uncomfortable stir once again, and this time, it came with a hardening of his length.
She turned on her heels- literally, and walked back to the direction she had come from, giving him a great view of her curvy behind as she did. She was perfection in human form. Ares had to force back a groan at the unintentional teasing this woman was doing to him. He had damn near forgotten his purpose of being here since she graced his presence.
It took him a quarter of a second to realize that the whimpering waiter was still standing next to him, he shot him a glare and the boy scampered away immediately.
It didn't take long before the woman of his fantasies came back, this time, she was escorted by a rather large man, who seemed equal in size to Ares. Oh, she came prepared. But this wasn't the man he was here for. This one was just a lackey, extremely prone to violence, but he barely had the smarts to plan a war. This was a foot soldier. What did he have to do to meet with the brain behind the dastardly plans being cooked up in this establishment?
The big guy walked up to the table and stood next to it, "Sir, I believe it's time for you to leave." he said, in a hard voice.
Ares looked the man over. He wasn't one who loved to cause trouble- that was his brother, Hermes's thing, but he did have the right to feel insulted that they would send this small fry to him, "I haven't even been served, it's hardly time for me to leave." He replied casually, his gaze moving to the stunning female who had brought in this boulder. She had her hands crossed against her ample chest and stared at him pointedly.
