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Blurb: When Zeus decided to start updating Olympus, no one expected a hostile take-over by the Roman pantheon.
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Excerpt:
Apathy radiated off the God of Bloodlust.
The doctor adjusted his glasses and glanced from his notes to the
chair where the God was uneasily seated. Taking a deep breath, he
reminded himself that here, he was in control of the situation. He wouldn't allow Ares’ unnerving appearance derail him. He was here
to do a job, and Zeus had promised unimaginable torments if he failed
this simple task. He steeled his nerves and cleared his throat. Ares
turned his fiery eyes to the doctor, and blinked slowly.
“Yes?” The God asked, his voice that of ten thousand men, some
voices radiating agony, some radiating victory.
The doctor flinched, mentally chided himself for the lapse, and then
said, “Do you know why you’re here, Ares?” He refused to use
terms of worship. He was no supplicant to the Bloody God.
Ares shrugged, blood-smeared-over-bronze shoulders heaving with
unspoken disdain. “My father’s orders. Some touchy-feely bullshit
to see if I’m fit for duty.” He placed his hands on his knees,
bracing himself to lean forward and look into the doctor’s face. “I
am fit for duty, so you just write that down and I’ll be on my
way.”
The doctor’s spine stiffened. This was his domain, not Ares’. His
jaw set, he murmured, “I cannot do that, and you know that, Ares.
That would be falsifying information and I refuse to be a part of
that.”
Ares trembled, anger rolling palpably off of his form, like a fog of
rage. The battle of wills took some long moments as he stared the
small man down, the God's hell-lit eyes boring into his own clear
hazel. Finally, Ares sat back in the chair, folding his arms over his
chest, harrumphing.
“Fine. Fine. Let’s just get this over with so I can get back to
work.”
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