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This week's prompt is "pale". We are back with Juliet and Ares in my paranormal/Greek god romance.
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Ares took a moment to bite back his rising temper. Why his mother had to be a bitch to him still baffled him. But then again, she was a bitch to his sister, too. It wasn’t like she played favorites. “Fine. I need a favor.”
Hera reached down to her desk and swept up the stem of the wine glass between her long, pale fingers. She brought it to her lips and took a sip. She glared at him. “If it has to do with that vampire you’re playing with, the answer is no.”
“How do you know about Juliet?”
“You’re father warned us all. He seemed to emphasize it more to me. I believe he actually thought I would help you. I’m beginning to believe that fornicating with all those whores has finally corrupted his brain.”
He growled at her. “So you’re not even going to hear me out.”
“Why should I? You are the son of the great god Zeus. Maybe you should start acting like it. Be a son a mother could be proud of. I thought you couldn’t stoop any lower when you were sleeping with that tramp Aphrodite. Now I see I was wrong. She’s a cursed, undead creature. I couldn’t bless this if I wanted to. Which I don’t.”
“Then make her undead. You could transform her into anything that would make you happy as long as it’s eternal.”
Her eyes narrowed to thin slits. “You act like you are in love with this...thing.”
She huffed for a moment and stayed silent. Then she spoke. “No. Absolutely not.”
Ares clenched the box so hard in his fist he felt the thin cardboard crack beneath his fingertips. “Even if it would make me happy?”
“Definitely if it would make you happy. I could care less about your happiness.”
He shook his head in disbelief. He spun on the toe of his boot and stormed towards the door. “Thanks, Mom. Great talk. I wouldn’t want to take any more of your time.”
He stopped cold at her voice. “Ares, wait.”
He turned and glared at her. “What?”
Hera set her glass on the desk. He didn’t miss the pout on her face as she brushed a stray strand of blonde hair that escaped her bun from her face. “Aren’t you going to leave my gift?”
He let go an exasperated laugh. “No, Mom. I think I’ll share it with a special girl instead. Have a good day.”
He didn’t stop when she shouted after him. “You’re not supposed to share ambrosia with anyone but us gods. Don’t give any to that vampire you’re sleeping with. Just bring that box back here to me.” Her voice faded away as the front door of the mansion slammed shut behind him.