Detective Ross went through the Domestic Terminal and straight out. She hopped into the nearest cab she could find. She gave the driver her address as they pulled into the freeway.
Ross hated having to do all that, even though necessary. Her work was now over, she had found him and wanted to personally deliver the message which now led to her current nuisance.
As part of the plan to blend in with the humans, she had to also adopt their limitations. That meant living a trail of where you went and how you did it. She even had to mask her divinity just in case. Her first few months in the human world were intolerable, she lost count of the number of times she almost ripped their heads off.
If it wasn't for the fact that she was banished from Olympus, then she wouldn't have to go through all this. Ares was the one that eventually talked her into her current occupation. He promised to get her back on Olympus if she worked for him and he was long overdue after this torturous experience.
As a Detective, she came in contact with several Supernatural both within and outside the law until she got accustomed to them not noticing her presence. It's the same reason she wasn't spooked when she first met Raymond. She sensed his human side but with a faint trace of magic in him. Her first deduction was magic portions which would explain his other symptoms; strength and speed.
It wasn't the first time she came across a case like that, so she did what she always did; send a file of the target to M.A.R.S. They would deal with him. Then Raymond's lawyer came and she recognized her immediately to be a Nymph which still wasn't surprising. Good thing the Nymph couldn't detect her otherwise it would've been awkward considering her reputation.
Things were going smoothly so far, until report of M.A.R.S' failed capture of their assignment reached her. To make things even more startling, Raymond was protected by a Centaur; as per the report. That made two Supernaturals, as far as coincidences went, that was definitely outside the ordinary. When Kyle and her visited the warehouse where Raymond was last spotted she was trying to find her own answers when she saw the Nymph again.
She was the same Nymph that represented Raymond. What was worse, was her having to pretend not to see her while she went around looking for something Ross couldn't tell until she finally settled on a pool of blood just next to her. Finally, she followed one of the forensic experts as she and her partner left the scene.
It wasn't until she visited The Captive did the pieces started fitting together and Raymond's pathetic attempt at rescuing Chiron put the final nail in the coffin.
Her work was done and she could finally leave for Olympus but the thought of what might happen was so much more interesting than her desire for going back home. Let's face it, she was a sucker for conflict. Either way, she'll get her answers once she has a chat with his brother.
***
Sitting in Ares office, he had only five minutes of alone time before his phone rang, picking it up.
"Sir, there is a Detective Ross (the other Detective that interrogated Raymond) here to see you. She says she has an appointment?"
"Send her in."
A few seconds later the door opened, and a medium height woman walked in and took a seat on one of his plush leather seats.
"Eris."
"Ares. I always liked the sound of that."
"What brings you in my office that couldn't wait till I get home?" Ares didn't find anything amusing about it.
"Alexander Castor."
There was a long period of silence before Ares found his voice, "where?"
"Argo, of all places, Athena hid him right under our noses."
"When was this?"
"A few days ago." After another period of silence Eris continued. "What's with the silence big brother, I thought this would a big deal and make you happy?"
"Things have changed. Nobody makes a move on Alexander, I shall handle it personally. In the meantime, send a word to everybody. We meet at M.A.R.S Headquarters in two days."
"What about Mother?"
"No one breathes a word to the Queen," he gave Eris a grave stare, but she just shrugged.
Ares went back to his thoughts. He wouldn't admit it even if it came at the cost of eternal tormenting pain, this news was the next best thing to happen to him ever since he drove a sword deep into Zeus' back.
The thought of calling his father by his name brought back old memories, the first time he stopped acknowledging him as such. The first time the God of Oaths ever broke his promise to him.
…
Millennia Ago
"Mind your grip, you don't want to break your sword," Adrastea reprimanded. "Unlike adamantine, all other ordinary metals need to be enchanted to handle your level of strength."
Ares growled, "I don't like swords, I want my mace."
"Your mace won't teach you one very valuable lesson that you need."
"What lesson is that?"
"Discipline."
"I'm not interested in prolonging fights for that to matter. Besides, I know every move Athena taught me when it comes to using a sword. I still don't like it."
"Your hubris will get you into trouble," Adrastea stated as a large rock that had been levitating off the ground next to her shot at Ares.
As an Oread, Adrastea could naturally bend earth to her will and use it offensively. While Nymphs were generally not blessed with physical prowess like most Supernatural, they still held the title of Nature's Guardians as they could exhibit some of their will on nature.
Ares raised his sword and prepared to slice the hundredth rock he had to slice that day. Just as he was about to cut it, the rock stopped a few inches out of his reach.
"What now?" Ares growled.
"Where is your sword?"
Ares glanced at his hand and found himself holding a mace, with an annoyed grunt, he swung the mace and smashed the large rock into several pieces.
"There, much better," he sneered.
Adrastea sighed, "That's enough for today run along."
Ares' face lit up as he exited the training grounds almost running into several other occupants due to his haste. He didn't understand why he should be wasting time training when he could just adapt in fights, not to mention he wanted to be available when the next council meeting was announced.
Spending time with people who had no sway over the Cosmos was a waste of his time. Soon he was entering the servant's quarters at the back of the palace where several activities were going on as usual.
Going through the kitchen, he was soon running across the polished corridors and entering the principal residence. He went straight to the throne room, but on reaching there, he couldn't find his father.
Instead, his mother was there presiding over the usual petty squabbles that gods and supernatural couldn't resist but get into. He immediately turned back and started running. As the king's only legitimate son, he needed to be where the king was, learning how to rule directly from him.
He soon entered the royal residence and went straight to his father's chamber.
A quick peek into the room he found no one inside. He turned back and headed down to the great hall with hopes of seeing him, but he didn't. Who he found although were five of Zeus' guard-dogs. They were never fond of his mother which would explain their presence here and not in the throne room.
"Kratos, where is my father?"
"He went on an official visit to Atlantis," Nike replied.
Strange, he knew his father had no more business to discuss with his uncle since he was there during their last meeting and there was nothing left to say among the three brothers.
He walked out of the room and went outside. He was also tempted to question several of the palace guards but dismissed it in favor of finding him by himself. Or maybe Nike wasn't lying, but something deep down believed she would lie to even his mother if it meant protecting Zeus.
'There was only one way to find out.'
He opened the door and went into the inky darkness. He was once more in the basement, and he approached the circle, or at least where he knew it would be. As he reached the ring, he partially transformed his body. Even though his powers were awakened, his body wasn't matured for a full body transformation, and he would still be trapped in his mortal form.
His eyes glowed, and the pitch-black room was now visible in shades of red. A quick look at the circle he found the arm that had a rune marking that led to Atlantis. He was just about to chant the spell when he heard a familiar sound. Though this one was a lot deeper and filled with emotion.
Ares quickly left the dark room but still kept his eyes glowing as he navigated deeper into the long hallway, all the lights were all but snuffed out in this section. He located the room of the source, and he could now hear two moans, both filled with emotion as they peaked.
Ares immediately knew what was going on and who exactly the voices belonged to. Furiously, he smacked the large doors open with his mace and sprinted into the room, his eyes immediately identifying the Nymph that he now detested and made a swing for her head.
She squeaked and instinctively pushed against Zeus to dodge the mace's head and ended up falling on her butt. Ares went around his father and renewed his attack. Zeus by now was out of his post-orgasm euphoria, he reached out with his hand and grabbed Ares' mace mid-swing.
"Let me go!"
"No, Ares stop!"
Ares let go of the mace and conjured another, he swung for the Nymph's head head, but she ducked out of the way; moving behind Zeus. Ares followed, but before he attacked again, his whole body was frozen still and slowly left the ground. His eyes darted to his father, who had his left hand slightly raised.
"I've had just about enough of your insolence."
"You swore to me," Ares growled.
"Maia leave us." Turning to Ares. "You and I need to talk."
As Maia turned to leave, Ares closed his eyes and focused on his mother. If his father could break his promise, he would break his too.
'Mother—'
He didn't get to finish as an alarmed Hera responded to the distraught summon of his son. She appeared right in the middle of the room, eyes wandered to her son, arm spread out to the sides and eerily floating in front of his naked husband.
She was initially perplexed, but the gasp that from behind her back got her attention.She turned to find one of her servants reaching for her peplos, also stark naked.
Maia instinctively flinched and retreated to one of the corners. Hera looked back at Zeus, her voice filled with venom.
"How dare you!"
With an angry shriek, she waved her hands and Ares dropped to his feet before she turned her attention to the Nymph. Two bright blue balls erupted from her extended hands and raced towards Maia.
They, however, smashed onto an ethereal blue—almost greenish— shield and disappeared. Hera growled as the shield faded to reveal his husband.
"Are you really going to defend her right now?"
Ares had by now recovered from his sudden paralysis and turned to see the standoff between his parents. His eyes settled back on the Nymph, he glared daggers at her forcing his anger to grow.
The Nymph as if reading his thoughts locked eyes with him, allowing Ares a brief moment to see her fear slowly fade, only to be replaced by something he was more familiar with; anger.
But that wasn't the only thing Ares noticed, his father's annoyed look also slowly molded into fury.
The room's temperature suddenly dropped a few degrees as the already chilly room grew colder and cold began spreading. A pungent smell followed right before flashes of sparks started lighting the room.
Ares' hairs began rising due to the amount of static charge in the air, and he instantly recoiled as he stared at his father's enraged face. Ares' anger immediately evaporated, and he subconsciously took a step back away from his parents.
Almost immediately, the room's temperature again changed, this time though it became warmer. The sparks on his father's body immediately disappeared and his breathing slowed. He turned to look at him, and he wasn't alone either. Six eyes were now set on him, all puzzled.
...
"Is there anything else you wanted, perhaps a few puppies to kill?" Detective Ross asked.
"You can leave," Ares replied as his train of thought was interrupted once again.