Ares awoke in his bed feeling quite refreshed. He yawned and stretched his mortal body, relishing in the feeling. Today would be the day he got to leave this house in the countryside and move to the Capitol. And he was certain he had minimal time to say his goodbyes. A wicked smile crossed his face as he stood and dressed himself in the finest clothes available to him. The mirror in front of him showed a much more chiseled feature than this body had previously known, so the ritual last night was at least somewhat successful. It would pay off well for him regardless, it needed to to accomplish his goals. The next couple of months needed to be the performance of a lifetime.
Ares descended the main steps to the sound of the Lady of the house apologizing for the absense of Lord Blackfyre profusely, claiming him still to be sick in bed. He smiled mischievously to himself, acknowledging that he had now found the murderess of the house, and proceeded down the steps and towards the King and family.
"Ah, young Lord Blackfyre, we've been awaiting your arrival. I trust you're ready to leave?" asked the King.
"Yes, your majesty. And please, call me Nobaru," replied Area with the utmost respect and care.
"Ah, yes, Nobaru it shall be when behind closed doors then. He is a very good lad, you've done well Lady Blackfyre. He's even managed to catch the eye of my daughter it would seem." His gaze drifted to Yavia, who blushed deeply and lowered her eyes.
Sareash was taken aback by these statements, but dared not show it, for fear the King and Queen would have her head. They were good people, for those that obeyed, but showed little tolerance for those that opposed their views. So she did what she could and smiled brightly at Nobaru and nodding approvingly.
"The coaches are ready young Nobaru, you shall accompany my daughter in the rear carriage when you are ready. Say your goodbyes, but make it brief, we shall be waiting outside." With that the King, Queen, and Princess Yavia left the the Mansion, the doors closing behind them.
Nobaru turned his attention to the Lady of the house with a cold glare.
"Sareash Blackfyre. May the Gods curse you for what you've done here." Ares said coldly.
Her hand movedso fast Ares did not have time react to defend himself as cracked into his cheek.
"How dare you speak to me with such tones and accusations," she fumed. Never had she been so disrespected by her children, and she wanted to make sure it had never happened again. But as she gazed upon his face she noticed two things. One: there was not a mark on his face, as if her hand never actually connected with it. And two: his eyes flew with a bright crimson light.
"You dare strike me woman? A God reborn into flesh, and you dare to even touch me?" He laughed softly and shook his head. "The other's should be arriving here soon, and the death of you all will be ever so sweet."
Sareash was still trying to comprehend his words when his hand had shot through her heart and out her back. She hadn't even had a moment to scream her collect herself as her body became limp and fell to the floor, her vision fading.
Ares performed the ritual once again and fed off his late "mother's" blood energy. Satisfied with the results and there not being a drop of blood on him, despite bursting through a body, he headed out the doors and closed them behind him.