Then looking at him darkly Zeus who gathers the clouds spoke to him:
'Do not sit beside me and whine, you double-faced liar.
To me you are the most hateful of all gods who hold Olympos.
Forever quarrelling is dear to your heart, wars and battles.
…
And yet I will not long endure to see you in pain, since
you are my child, and it was to me that your mother bore you.
But were you born of some other god and proved so ruinous
long since you would have been dropped beneath the gods of the bright sky.'
Ares, the God of War. Overwhelming. Insatiable. Destructive. Man-Slaughtering. War
Bella barks out a laugh at that, not bothering to move. “Your concern is noted, but that’s unlikely.”
The god gave a roll of his eyes as his arms crossed over his chest. “I’m sure that’s what all the other people who died because of that small mistake thought right before they hit the ground.”
Aphrodite was the goddess of love and beauty. With her exquisite features and pleasant smile she attracted many suitors, gods and mortals alike. However, she was married to the graceless and lame Hephaestus, the god of fire. Her true love was Ares, the god of war. Their child was the beautiful goddess Harmonia. One day while Aphrodite and Ares were together they were caught in an invisible but strong net forged by Hephaestus, and exposed to the ridicule and laughter of the other gods at Mt. Olympus. [x]