Chương 33: Ares
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Seeing my first destination in the distance, I start my slow leisurely walk towards it. I was taking care not to seem vigilant, while keeping all my senses open.
I'd first teleported to the African Continent, deciding to start there. There were 7 Divine Bars and Taverns, 2 of them catering solely to Gods, while 5 catered to Demigods too. Then, there were the hundreds of bars that catered solely to mortals and Demigods, which I was also going to check over.
Right now, I was walking towards the southernmost bar in Africa, which was a Mortal Bar, plus inn. Walking in, I look around for barely a second, and then ignore everyone there.
Or so it looks like to them.
There were 17 people in the bar proper, only 3 of them Mortal Demigods, while the others were Elderspawn descendants. Most were carrying an assortment of weapons, and each and every one of them were dark skinned. Boy, do I stick out like a sore thumb with my relatively light skin.
I am brown, and thanks to all the training I've done under the Sun, and the Red Giant back on Donna, I'm pretty tanned for a brown guy. However, I am most definitely not someone who can pass for a local here. Not being racist, just stating a fact.
Nodding at the barkeep, I force out a gruff voice, and say, "Amarula. Keep it coming."
As the barkeep nods and leaves to carry out my order, I feel a few people looking at me. Or more accurately, they were looking at the two shiny swords on my back. No one tries anything though, so I just take the wooden cup from the barkeep, and drink it.
Hmm.. sweet, and strong enough, I suppose. It's not the Asgardian Mead, that's for sure.
"You don't look like you live here. Traveling through or looking to move here?" a sultry voice interrupts my appreciation of the fine alcoholic drink in front of me, making me frown.
The frown disappears as soon as I turn to the person who spoke it. Not to be an objectifying misogynist, but damn this woman is hot. Like, 8/10 hot.
She was about 25 years old, dark skinned, which I suppose is typical of the people around here. She wore fairly revealing clothes, which was also common for the temperature that was common in Southern Africa.
Best of all, she was a Demigod, so she did not look like a cross between a human and an animal, like the Elderspawn descendants do.
Then there were the two Khopesh she had hanging from her hip, glistening in a black steel. It was not completely Divine, but made by either a Demigod of a Blacksmith God, using some sort of Magic, or by a shaman. So, definitely magical. Along with the Khopesh, there were two more small knives on her legs, and one pointy knife hidden in her bushy hair that I almost missed.
All in all, she looked like a woman who can take care of herself. I already like her.
Along with the weapons, there were a few jewels, including a nose ring, and two ear rings.
Smirking at her, trying to look a bit more confident than I actually am, I answer, "Well I am from the East, so you can say I'm traveling." Taking a pause, I signal the barkeep for two more of the drinks, and add, "How about you? Do you live about here?"
The lady takes the offered drink, sips it, and answers, "My name is Nes-maut, the daughter of Anubis. As for my house, it is an hour's walk south of here."
I wasn't shocked by her introduction method. Just by looking at me, she could tell that I wasn't a plain mortal, and the weapons indicated that at least one of my parents was a God. So, she introduced herself as a Demigod, assuming that I was a Demigod too. Who was I to correct her misconceptions?
Downing my third Amarula, I offer the woman my hand, and introduce myself, saying, "Pleased to meet you, Nes-maut, daughter of Anubis. My name is Theos, a son of Mother Neith."
Smiling and shaking the offered hand like a warrior, she whispers, "So.. Theos. You look like someone who knows how to handle your... Swords. Want to show me some moves?"
I pause in my drinking, and just think for a moment. That's suspicious. But then again, in her eyes, I'm a rich Demigod, who has some talent in swordsmanship. Maybe she just wants a good lay?
Shrugging internally, I look at the barkeep, and say, "A room, if you would?"
The barkeep suddenly has twinkles in his eyes, as he stumbles around to show us to our temporary room, while looking at me greedily.
Giving him a few gold coins, I turn to Nes-maut, and ask, "Shall we, Lady Nes-maut?"
Nes-maut just giggles, and saunters towards the staircase, following after the barkeep, while I follow after her to a cheer from the other drinkers. Life as a God, is good.
~~~A few months later~~~
For the last few months, I've been visiting any spot that might attract a thief, within Africa. From the waterfalls, to the temples of the Principalities. Of course, as I'd already decided, I was following the only lead I had, by visiting all the bars.
I had stayed with Nes-maut in a shared room for 5 days, asking her to take me to different places to visit. I had fun, no Questions there. But, we were also not looking for anything serious, so we just had fun.
After 5 days of her showing me stuff, and boy could she do some stuff, I left for the next bar, while she left to go home. Ah, I will miss her though, my first.
Anyway, just like that bar, I stayed in each bar for a few days, looking at different tourist spots, and just having fun. Sometimes, I stayed alone, while some times, I would find a girl to join me.
Hey, I lost my virginity at 251, give me a break. I'm horny, alright?
Speaking of Principalities, they're still worshipped on Earth, by some of the Elderspawn descendants. Principalities are like Elder Gods, but not. They're probably some Gods of other planets, or at least most of them are. Vautltorr is like Agamotto, a mortal who attained Godhood.
At least Agamotto was the son of an Elder God, but Vaultorr was completely mortal. He was the 7th generation descendant of demigods, which ain't much.
Right now, I was in Central Africa, walking towards the 37th Bar on my list. As I'm walking, I suddenly stop, and jump back, letting a body fall right where I just was. The body crashes into the ground, and easily smashes through, sending a lot of rocks flying, along with a cloud of dust.
"What the fuck?" I mumble, looking at the figure standing up from the crater, after waving my hand to get rid of the dust.
Sure enough, I know this person, but he shouldn't have any reason to attack me. Or at least, I don't think so. Did I touch a daughter of his, or something?
The God gets out of the crater, glaring angrily at me, and points a sword at me. Ooh, shiny! That's Imperial Gold! Wow!
"Yes that's Imperial Gold. Are you going to steal this one too, Thief!?" Ares, yes, that Ares, shouts, and starts running towards me.
"Huh?" I just look at him, confused, but don't get an opportunity to ask for an explanation, when Ares is on me.
Bringing my mother's sword in my hand, I block a strike from Ares's sword, and feel my hand ring from the force of the strike. Ares doesn't give me time to think, though, and keeps on with his angered attack.
I duck, letting his imperial gold sword pass harmlessly, but feel a kick on my nose, sending me flying. Ouch! As the nose heals, I see him jumping into the air, and coming down towards me.
Wrong move buddy. Before he even knows what's happening, he gets shallow cuts in his hands from the wind blades I send at him, and the God himself gets blasted 100 meters away from me, by courtesy of a high powered wind bullet.
Knowing that in sheer strength, I'm weaker than him, I try something else. As Ares gets up, screams, "DIE!" and starts running towards me again, I take both my swords in my hands, and take a deep breath.
As he's just a couple feet in front of me, I move. In one fluid movement, I lean away from his sword strike, and cut my own sword in his stomach. My sword meets an armour though, so I summon my wind shield, to block a stab in the back from Ares.
I still feel a stabbing attempt on my Vibranium armour, which thankfully failed, and as he's wide eyed, I punch his face with the handle of me sword.
He gets out of his shock immediately, and returns with a straight stab with the sword. I catch the stab with my own two swords, and do a move Scathach made sure to fit into my muscle memories. Sliding my right sword forward, I cut into his open fingers, and as the grip on the sword lessens, I spin both my swords and throw his sword 50 feet away.
Before he can counter attack, I place my sword at his neck, and apply some pressure. As he glares at me angrily, and looks like he's going to punch me despite the threat of death, I summon my trusty mokuton and bind him completely, just like I did to Satannish, and Loki.
He grunts, trying to free himself, and asks, "What witchcraft is this?!"
Pointing towards myself, I simply answer, "My Witchcraft. Now, what's the reason for you attacking me, Ares. I don't remember doing anything that might offend a sensitive God like you."
He attacked me, without any reason, and hit my nose. My nose! I'm pissed at him just for that.
Ares looks like he's constipated, as he tries to force himself out of the bindings, and snarls, "You stole those swords, and you most definitely know who stole my own sword!"
I just blink, confused. I ask, "Why the fuck do you think my swords are stolen property?"
Glancing at the sword beside his neck, he glares at me again, and says, "I recognize Adamantine when I see it, thief! I also recognised the look in your eyes when you saw my sword! No way would a Vedic God like you have an Adamantine sword!"
I just facepalm, not knowing how to explain this. Still, I'll have to try, so I say, "My mother gave me these swords, you idiot! Now, think real hard. I just trapped you in trees, I hit you with wind, and I own not one, but two Adamantine weapons. Who the fuck do you think I am?"
Ares grunts and answers, "You might be a son of Demeter, but that doesn't mean I'm sparing the theft!"
"Oh for fucks sake! I'm Theos, the Son of Gaea, you moron! My mother gave me these swords for my own protection! You can go and fucking ask her yourself." I snarl at him, still angry about my nose.
Before he can even wonder what I meant, I create a portal under him, and send him to my mother's island. Summoning his sword with a spell, I throw it right behind him.
Did I create the portal 500 feet above the ground? It must have happened by mistake. Did the sword stab him right in the buttocks? Pure coincidence, I tell you.
Wiping the blood off my now completely healed nose, I continue my walk towards the bar. Turning back, I frown at the destruction he caused, and clap my hands twice. Immediately, the ground begins repairing itself, and a few trees start growing from the ground.
What? I'm the son of Gaea. I might love to manipulate the trees and weather, but that isn't my only power. The Earth is also my domain, although not to the same level as my mother's.
Sighing, I put the swords back in their scabbards, and continue my walk, humming a soft tune to myself. Bloody Ares.
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A/N: Comment please. Originally, I had a 3 year time skip, but realized that it won't be much fun.
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