Lesson Taught: There's no Safety in War [tag: Ares]
Immediately following this.
There was glee on Enyo's face. An odd emotion to find, but glee. Mirth, pleasure, elation... all of it. Glee. Though, as unbelievable as it could have seemed, it was present. In fact, it was hard for her to not have that look, a look that resembled a post-orgasmic glow, when she stood there with some relatively fresh blood spatter all over her.
What had happened, didn't even matter anymore. Deadwood was a wasteland of death and ash. Bodies were scattered everywhere, a few with limbs completely detached and far from the corpse they belonged to. Soter might have thought he was doing them a favor, helping his people. In reality, he had brought Enyo's full wrath upon them. She was the Waster of Cities, and with Ares help... had wasted it quite nicely. It hadn't taken much to remove his protection once he lost his ability to focus on them.
Which is precisely what she and her dearest brother had done, ruined his focus. The whole bait and switch was obvious enough. Predictable. Of course Soter would try to divert all attention to himself in hopes of saving his 'innocent people.' But once the focus of Violence and War combined was on him, it didn't take long to crumble it. Along with Soter's corpus.
It was lying there, in the road. Whether he was unconscious or dead, Enyo didn't know and frankly, she didn't care. Her vengeance had been weighed and likely, he'd learned his lesson. Safety would never cross her again. He had no place interfering with her actions and never would again.
Never.
She looked to Ares, to his equally gore bespattered form, and smiled that pleased malicious smile of hers. “Well, I feel better.” She almost wanted to put Soter on a pike, just to set an example; but really, there were limits and though he was a bastard.. he was half-family. Try it again and she would make sure to put him on a pike... on her front lawn. Or she'd truss him up above her bed, sliced open enough so that his blood would drip all over her naked flesh as she writhed and showed him just how little she thought of him. A lovely thought... another time.
“Come, dearheart, let us relax with some wine in celebration of our success and you can tell me about your severing of ties with the Strumpet.” Which, was also celebration worthy in her mind. Her hand patted the shoulder of War, a single pat of pride and invitation.
She faded at once to her temple on Olympus, suddenly quite clean in nothing but a black velvet robe tied at the waist and reclined elegantly on her favored divan. There was no question of her upbringing or breeding when one saw her this way, but in a fight all that was cast aside. She watched expectantly, waiting for Ares to follow. He would follow, if for nothing other than curiosity. Ares would know that she could go on for days without pause; celebrating a destruction with another destruction and continuing on until nothing but wastelands remained in her wake.
However, her skin had been tainted by her filthy bastard half-brother. By his touch and while she relished his blood upon her, it still felt... wrong. Unworthy of her. She wanted it gone, and so, this was her preferred celebratory method for the moment. Perhaps in an hour, she'd be back out in the world – killing as she saw fit, or perhaps she'd do no more than slaughter a servant or two. Or maybe track down Akheron... though, there was something strange going on there. A strange energy to the Olympian air.