Hey everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This week's prompt is "ghost". We are back with Juliet and Ares in my paranormal/Greek god romance.
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**Warning - there is adult language.**
“Thank you, Oliver.” Ares breezed past him and the revelry in the other room and strode down the hall to his father’s study. It made perfect sense that his father was a United States Senator. He and the others in Congress made the laws for the most powerful nation in the world. And with the untold wealth that Zeus could create, he had all the right lobbyists in his pocket. He was one step away from Speaker of the House. He didn’t want to be the President. After eight years at the most, the President was out and gone along with this ideals. Zeus could keep his seat for eternity if he wanted. And he planned to do just that.
Not only did he find a comfy spot in Washington, he used his influence to get his precious Athena a job in the Pentagon where she could seduce the top officials in the military to do her whim. Ares wasn’t even sure what his sister did for a job. All he knew is she was the happiest she had been in several millennium.
He didn’t bother to knock on the study door. He stormed inside to find his father standing behind his desk sorting through a small pile of envelopes. Salt and pepper hair neatly parted to the side, a chiseled face with a touch of stubble, dressed in a tailored tux - Zeus had movie star looks that would make any mortal female swoon.
Zeus looked unfazed by his son’s intrusion. “It’s good to see you, Ares. Staying out of trouble?”
Ares huffed. “Why do you care?”
“Because when you get your nose out of joint, the rest of us have to clean up whatever you’ve destroyed.”
“I’m fine, Dad. Thanks for asking. What do you want? Why did you summon me?”
Zeus set the envelopes on the desk. “Hades told me about your little friend.”
“That was quick for the old man. Did he tell you that he hit on her?”
“He left that out. He didn’t leave out the part that you’re sleeping with a vampire.”
“It’s none of his fucking business.”
“Oh forgive me, your excellency.”
Zeus shook his head. Ares heard a growl escape his throat. “Where is she?”
“In Vegas. As soon as I sense her fall asleep, she’ll be in my cave.”
Zeus glared at him. “You have to stop ghosting people, Ares. What if someone saw you?”
Ares grinned at his father. “I’ll kill them.”
Zeus slammed his fist on his desk. “Enough. Enough with the attitude. I am getting sick of this. You sense her? You’ve already gone too far. Do you know what could happen if you were to procreate with this...this creature? Vampires don’t die, Ares. Neither do their offspring. And think of the stigmatism she carries with her. She kills mortals. She feeds on them.”
“The weak ones. The ones who are dying. And the occasional fighter. She’s the Angel of Death, Zeus.”
“And appropriate to work with Hades. Not to be your plaything.”
Ares sighed. “Then help me. And you should know if I’m coming to you for help I’m desperate.”
Zeus stared at him wide-eyed. There was no doubt Ares shocked him. “What do you want my help with?”
Ares sucked in a quick breath before he spoke. “Change her. Don’t make her human. Make her into something else. Anything. Mermaid, siren, whatever. I’m not picky. If you don’t want me to be with a vampire, then change her into something you’ll approve of. I can’t let her go. Make her into something I’m worthy to love.”