"I know he's here, I can sense him, even in this mortal form. He can't hide forever," growled a start shadowing figure in a cloak.
"It's your fault we're in this mess in the first place Apep," muttered the shorter cloaked figure.
"Know your place scum, you may be a God, but even God's can die," Apep replied sharply. "I put him here to save his pathetic existence. Tursas would've been cursed for what he did, God's are not supposed to fight among themselves to the death."
The God of War was furious when he found out what Apep had done. Giving the God of Violent Deaths and Bloodlust, Ares, a second chance in a new realm. But there was naught he could do about it. Apep was one of the top five, the God of Chaos. He could, and would, do as he sees fit without fear of retribution. Ares was in danger, and he needed to be forewarned before it was too late.
They peered through the trees, watching the encampment from a distance. The night was growing shorter by the hour and they needed to make their move soon, or risk someone taking notice. It would not be long before Tursas would figure out where Ares was, but who he was, was still in question. Apep knew he was in the camp, but not who in the camp he was, and figuring that out wouldn't be easy.
"Let's go Dolos, we have need of your services before this night is over," said Apep flatly.
Grumbling, Dolos, the God of Deception, started walking beside with his superior on the long descent down the shadowy hillside. As they got closer he fell deathly silent and looked towards Apep.
"I sense it as well Dolos, the Blood God is regaining power. Let's be swift and silent, lest he notices us, for that could be a fate far worse than the God of Death himself could deliver."
The two stood silently together for some time staring over the encampment. Slowly, one by one, the fires throughout the encampment were smoldering out into smoking piles of ash in the darkness. Only the main pyre in the center remained lit, casting light around the King's main pavilion. With any luck, he would not be there. As the final, smoking, pile of ash exstinguished from existence, they began walking down the gradual slope again. In just a matter of minutes they'd arrive just outside of the encampment.
Dolos clasped both hands excitedly, a wicked looking grin, spreading eerily wide, crossed his face.
"Shall we begin dear Apep?"
His eyes glittered in the moonlight as he looked as his, now nervous looking, companion.
"The fun is only beginning."