The princess of Ares

10

Daría smiled when Adonis hugged her, as effusive as ever the god received her with praise and joy. It was curious that in his condition he could be so ... cheerful.

-Daria, my precious muse. It has been so long since you visited me.

-Adonis, it's only been a few days.

-Terrible days full of agony.

The muse laughed. Adonis could be cheesier than Eros if he wanted to.

-Take a seat precious, I'll serve you wine.

Adonis, in addition to being an excellent lover, made Daria laugh, something that the muse, who spent her days in captivity, was infinitely grateful.

-What's wrong my dear? You look sad.

-Oh, it's nothing.

-Come on tell me - he said sitting next to the muse.

-I'm sure you don't want to hear sad stories. 

Adonis smiled.

-Daria, my life is miserable, the only thing that makes me happy is knowing that there is someone worse than me out there. 

Daria thought that there was no more torture on Olympus than Adonis. He had to spend his days pleasing Aphrodite and Persephone without ever being able to decide for himself. Since he was a baby, Aphrodite had raised him alone and to keep him as an ornament, at least she had lived free for a few years.

That's why being with him made her feel comforted, at least she wasn't the only one on Olympus whom the gods kept as a kind of rare prize.

-I made a mistake. - the muse began.

-A mistake? Do you mean, in addition to letting yourself be captured by the gods? 

She nodded, smiling sadly.

Adonis, more than her lover, was a confidant, he was the only god Daria considered her friend.

-Tell me little muse. - Adonis released, settling on the cushions

- Your ... employer ... will not come for you soon?

Adonis made a face.

- Luckily she has a new lover. It will keep her busy for a few days and forget about me for a while.

Daria nodded. I raise his glass to toast.

-For a well-deserved rest.

-For a few days without that dog eats men.

They both laughed and toasted and later drank from their glasses. Daria didn't want to talk about Ares and the stupid feelings he had in his chest so she leaned back on the cushions and started talking about something other than war:

-I received a visit from my mother. Had I told you? - The young man denied - was when they just captured me. It took a few days for them to realize that I was not in my forest, she appreciated herself before me, she knew what would happen, that one way or another my Olympic lineage would lead me to that. She, as beautiful and perfect as she is, appeared before me, shining like a star.

Daría remembered it perfectly. She'd been crying every single day they'd kept her locked up. Then his mother came. With her huge colored wings and pink hair. So perfect and full of magic.

- Mother. - She released hopefully. - Mother, at last.

-My dear Daria, my girl- Morinda released caressing her face.

Daría hugged her mother, like when she was a child thinking that at last, they would take her out of that horrible place.

-They have told me that I belong here, that I can't leave, but they don't know the Fae.

-That's my girl. They have no idea how strong we are.

 -Mother, you'll get me out of here, right?

-My little. Your Olympic heritage requires you to be here.

 -But ... but I'm Fae.

-That's right, and no one can hold a Fae. No one can force you to do anything. We are free, like the wind.

Daría nodded without understanding. How would her mother get her out of that place, if she told her that her Olympic side anchored her to that place?

-Nothing and nobody can ever tame you, my girl. You are a fairy. You don't belong to them. But what do I do if I can't get out of here?

-You know as well as I do that ambrosia is a deadly poison to us Fae.

-Ragweed?

-My girl. - Her mother looked at her with pity and sadness. - I'd rather see you dead than trapped.

-Mother...

-You know that I love you, with all my heart. - She said hugging her again. -Daria correctly decides life in prison is not a life. Much less for us.

-Ragweed? - Adonis let out a surprise. - What kind of mother tells you to drink something that will kill you?

-The queen of the fairies.

-My precious Fae. But you did not. - Adonis wiped away a tear that fell down Daria's cheek.

-I thought about it, a long time and ... I got to where Apollo keeps it, but when the liquid was already on my lips ... I couldn't do it.

-I'm glad- Adonis said sincerely. - Daria, your life is not so bad. I know ... you need freedom but ... at least you have me.

Daría smiled.

-Yes, and I have Apollo, and the other muses and ... - the enormous god of war came to his thoughts. No, just Adonis, Apollo, and the Muses. To no one else.

-Never ... never think about doing it, okay? - Adonis said clasping their hands.

Daría smiled and nodded. The beautiful young man approached her and kissed her. After a few moments, they heard the terrible roar.

-What the hell is going on? - Adonis blurted out.

The doors of the temple of Adonis were flung open and the huge monstrous god of war strode across the threshold.

Ares was not even distinguishable due to the thick black smoke his body emitted. Only his eyes could be seen through it.

Adonis covered the muse with his own body and the god of war finally managed to reach them.

I take the young man by the neck and lift him off the ground. Adonis kicked as he choked.

-Leave it, leave it Ares please. - Begged the muse.

The god seemed not to hear her and the muse approached and took him by the arm.

Stepping into the black smoke of the god. He couldn't see anything, he could only feel it. 

-Ares, Ares, please leave him, you will kill him. - The muse cried out.

The god looked at her and released Adonis, the young man fainted. The muse saw him, wanted to run to help him but remained standing in front of Ares. The god continued to emanate that black glow but his eyes were no longer so red.

-Ares, please calm down. Ares ... can you even hear me?

-Do you cry for him muse? - His voice was heard from Hades himself and Daria took a step back.

The god, faster than Daria could perceive, caught her by both arms. She gasped when she felt him catch her.

-I won't hurt you. - I hear from the lips of God.

She continued crying full of fear, her lips said one thing, but her eyes said another. Daria didn't even know if the god was right at this point.

The god's hands ran up his arms. They caressed her face and wiped her tears in an attempt to comfort her.

She held on to the arms of the god because she felt that she would faint. He knew what he was doing and recognized her.

I notice the smoke disappearing and with it his terrible fear. The god's eyes returned to their warm gold before the muse fainted in his arms.