Chapter 1

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Ares sat at the far back table of the 'Iron Chariots' clubhouse.

He was in a foul mood and didn't care who knew it. He was so tired of the ridicule he received from everyone. It was an all-day, everyday thing, and it had grated on his nerves for centuries.

Why did they even want him around if he was such a burden and a nuisance? Oh, that's right! He was the god of war, had to have him at some point!

He glanced over to the far side of the room where Aphrodite sat with her husband Hephaestus. They were deep in a conversation, and Hephaestus was rubbing Aphrodite's back in a loving manner.

Giving a deep sigh Ares looked away. Part of the reason he was despised so much was the fact he'd had an affair with Aphrodite. It had been a stupid thing for him to do, but she was so beautiful. He'd eventually come to terms with the fact that she wasn't his and she never would be. Once he'd done that and backed out of the picture, Aphrodite had realized that although her husband wasn't the best-looking man, he loved her and only wanted the best for her. Now they were the very picture of happiness.

And Ares was alone.

Glancing at another table, he found Hades and his wife, Irina, loved up and talking to Eros. For some odd reason, Irina seemed to like Ares and always made sure to speak to him when she saw him. And by speak, he meant nice conversation, not harsh words.

The only thing was, wherever Irina was... there was Hades. The man was almost glued to her side, especially since she was now six months pregnant with their first baby.

It had been almost a year now since Irina and Hades had gotten together, and unfortunately, Zeus had yet to tire of his little 'role play' game! Of course, mortal time meant little to them as gods, so a year was really nothing.

So, here Ares sat, wishing he were anywhere but here.

Deciding he'd had enough, he stood and headed for the door.

"Are you leaving Ares?" Irina called softly as he walked near the table where she sat.

He turned to look at her, saw her eyes watching him as if she could see all the way to his black soul. He shrugged. "I have things to do elsewhere."

"Oh. Well, have a good evening then," Irina told him.

He gave her a nod, but paused to glance at Hades and say, "You have a good woman in her Hades, don't screw it up."

"I don't plan on it," Hades answered.

Ares nodded once more before walking out the door. Stepping into the cool night air, he breathed deeply and contemplated what he wanted to do. Deciding he'd take a ride on his motorcycle, which he found he enjoyed immensely, he walked over to it and got on.

He soon found himself in the rough part of town. Looking off to his left he saw a rundown looking bar and decided to check it out. He had been in a few of these establishments in the mortal realm, and it amused him how stupid mortals sometimes acted when they were intoxicated.

Maybe there would be a fight and he'd get to see a bit of blood shed!

Stepping off his bike after parking, he walked inside and quickly found a place at the bar.

"What'll it be?" The bartender asked.

Ares really didn't care for the sludge called beer that the mortals seemed to enjoy so much.  However, he did enjoy the sweet taste of soda, so he decided to get one of those, that way he'd be a paying customer while he watched people.  

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