"That's probably because I'm not a god-fearing man." Really, Ares felt he deserved an Academy Award for not laughing as he made that statement. God-fearing man? He'd sired the God of Fear, how could he possible fear his own son? Hell, Deimos and Phobos had been his entourage. "I have yet to see this One True God do something worthy of my fear. Have you?" Blunt, perhaps, but it was always fun to see how the humans who set themselves up as religious folk handled the absolute lack of anything concrete in their belief structures. One of his men had shown him a teeshirt he'd found once right after that movie about Thor had been released. Something about Thor came to save the world from Ice Giants, Jesus came to save it from Wicked People. Haven't seen any Ice Giants lately. Yeah, something like that. Ares had never met Thor, but he had a feeling that was a fellow God he wouldn't mind having a beer with. Unlike this neutered-skirt wearer so many foolish humans prayed to.