TW: SEXUAL ASSAULT (or at least attempts) ARES IS A BAD DUDE
Ares narrowed his eyes at her. Oh yes, he sort of remembered Peitho steering a mortal slave away from him earlier.
This was becoming too difficult. He would have Hades on his back from one side, and Hermes on the other, unless he let both of them go right now. As much as he hated admitting defeat, he couldn't win this. With a snarl of fury he roughly let both of them go and stalked away, scooping up a new cup of wine and throwing it at the wall as he went. There were other fish in the sea, he told himself, other goddesses here who would accept him more easily. Fuck Makaria and fuck that mortal bitch. He wouldn't forget her face again.