I Scored Myself A Mate

"Little ones. Let's have a talk shall we?" Ares said playfully as he waltzed inside the ballroom. The crowd of young elves was looking at him with wide eyes, curious as to why they had all gathered there. Their friends, their superiors, anyone they knew from the palace had suddenly been dragged away and now, the staff had been separated. "You see, there are some people, not all of you of course, who seem to have betrayed our lovely king. We don't want people doing that do we?" he asked them. Obviously no one answered, no one dared to. They were just looking at each other and occasionally a few whispers were heard but nothing more bold. "Do we?" Ares asked again, raising his voice and demanding them to answer. 

"No, your highness!" The crowd said in unison and the prince smiled proudly. 

"Good, good, you could be a part of the royal choir." he said, his lips dripping of irony as he walked inside the crowd, the people spreading with every step he took. He spotted a man, a gardener. He was on the red list. An older elf, looking at least three hundred years old, wearing a straw hat and boots that were dived in mud. His skin was tanned from being in the sun while around his eyes he had a few wrinkles. Ares placed his hand on his shoulder, feeling the roughness of his shirt and looked down. "Oh, what to do, you made a mess in the ballroom. Is that the appropriate behavior when you're in the presence of a prince?" he asked him, a sweet smile on his face, while his eyes were almost soulless. He looked like a monster, ready to devour them all. A cat playing with mice.

"Ares, get over with it, we need to do other things too." Ea's voice was heard. The small elf was standing at the door, a pair of daggers around his waist. He was a clear sign that if anyone tried to run away they would be instantly dead. Ares looked at his husband with a sweet smile, showing off a perfect row of teeth before his eyes returned to the gardener. 

"You didn't answer my question?" the Disee prince hissed like a poisonous snake and the man's eyes widened. 

"I…I am very sorry your highness." the gardener said, facing the floor. Ares patted his shoulder, showing him it was okay before he began talking. 

"It's okay. I don't mind such trivial things. What I do mind is traitors." he whispered in his ear and the man tensed. His wide eyes met Ares' crimson orbs and the prince laughed hysterically. "You look like you are scared, do you have anything to worry about?" he asked him. 

"I am sorry, your highness." The man said, breaking from fear. "It will never happen again. I will never do it again." he begged and fell on his knees. 

Ares smiled, seeing him on the ground and he took his hat off, throwing it on the floor. While the men begged the prince looked at the ground. 

"Can anyone guess what my job is?" he asked the people around him. "Anyone? Oh guys, you're no fun." he told them. "I will say it. My job is to protect the king. My job also is to find those who betray the king because that is not Allias' job. And guess what, I get to do whatever I want with those traitors. Our golden king is too kind, he would take pity on you and I do respect his decision." he said, seeing that some of the people in the crowd relaxed. Just by their expressions they were betraying their own selves. "But!" he exclaimed, "I am not very obedient you see." he said and crouched, meeting the man who had been murmuring apologies all this time. "I think the time for apologies is long gone." he told the man, his eyes glistening with satisfaction. 

He grabbed the gardener by the neck and raised him above the floor as if he was a feather. Ares did not use his powers very often, them being unstable and all but he knew very well that the one thing elves feared the most was magic. It was kind of an oxymore. One of the nations that once knew how to wield magic, use it to their benefit had come to fear it. With the fall of the Avgee many scrolls, books and knowledge was lost. Everything darkened and soon magic became something for the elite. Many young elves didn't even know how to use magic so those who possessed it were above all else, scarier than all else. 

Ares' body got surrounded by what seemed like electric currents, black lightnings that instantly moved to the gardener. His body began shaking as if he was being electrocuted and his veins turned a disgusting black color, forming hideous patterns on his body. His eyes flipped to the back of his head and after a few seconds he had stopped moving. The foul stench of something burning filled the room. 

"Now, let's get to the next one!" he exclaimed when the sound of screams reached their ears. It was not from the ballroom though, it was from where Theseus was and Ares stared at Ea. So loud, coming from so many people, that was not the plan. 

The small elf was looking somewhere else though not offering him an answer. Ares found where he was looking, through the small window the elf was looking at the scenery outside with wide eyes. 

"Why is it snowing?" Ares shouted in utter shock. 

"Allias…" Ea mumbled, his eyes succumbing to an unmeasurable anxiety. 

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Hello! Do not worry, we agreed on a good end.  I just want to add my last favorite trope to the story and it will be fine, I think you'll like it though, I am planning for a very romantic end. 

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