Chapter 27

A turquoise-blue stream wound its merry way through the forest. Babbling and burbling as it sprung over limestone rocks in its way. Streams are the liquid soul of the forest.

For the first time in a long time, I relaxed. Along side me was Neith, still in her natural form while I took a human one. I inferred that maybe a human form close to heart would allow me to show more emotion. So I took the form I had before dying, my 'Original Form.'

I was born in Portmore, Jamaica on February 11th, 2003. My name was Juddah and I grew up with my Ma and Fada with my brothas. Times was rough then, even rougher when my older bredda died in a mugging.

I went out looking for revenge and had gotten myself killed a few months later. I found myself as a tall white dude moments after I was cut open with a machete. By my fada's standards, I should've expected it. He always said, "No wait till drum beat before you grine you axe." Kinda like what that dude from game of thrones said to the red hair gyal. Something about expected the unexpected.

Along with, "Yu shake man han, but yu noh shake im hawt." My fada always had words of wisdom for me, bug I didn't listen. My ma told me other things I could get behind, stuff that related to me then and there, at that time. "Me come yah fe drink milk, me noh come yah fe count cow." I guess the reason I payed attention to her sayings was because she beat them into me, trying not to see me or my last, younger brother go down a path my older brother did.

"So, why did you choose a mortal appearance? I wouldn't have thought that of you." Neith brought me out of my mind. I had half a mind to speak in my native accent but decided against it, would she even understand me?

"Hehe, spontaneous thinking. You like it?" I asked her. Her eyes widened in shock at my nonchalant answer, of course she would notice the way I talked while in this form.

"T-this is not like you, Ares, what happened?" While still shocked, I see a small smile on her face.

I look over to my reflection in the river. This one was glowing, chords of soft light speared down from above, bathing its surface in gold. Glinting like a thousand diamonds blessed with an inner fire.

As I saw myself, I reminisced on my the scars I had. I kept them as a badge of honor in this form. I have brown eyes that glow crimson red when using my powers. I definitely was a lady-killer back in my day-…..look at me sounding like a old head. I should've been a male model, with locks hanging down my face with the white tips, it was a casual jumble but sometimes it was neat and flowing.

I checked out my crescent-of-moon eyebrows that were narrow but also bushy. A scar ran over them due to the machete. I had a imperious nose and angular fit cheekbones that carved down to a flinty jaw.

And as always I sported a manly, 'Samson Physique', As my ma called it. I remember gliding with athletic grace without skipping a beat, mostly due to my champion wrestling status.

"Must be this mortal form. I fell like a new man." I said while still checking out my familiar yet unfamiliar body. "Do you like it? I think…its cool."

"O-of course I like it!" She hurriedly answers.

'She afraid Ill think less of her?'

"'Preciate it. Say…what do you think about children?"

I shocked her once again.

"A-already? Lets get started!"

"HAHAHAHA, Thats not what I meant goofy, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAH!" I erupted into laughter.

Neith had a look of embarrassment and confusion upon her face. "*Humpth* Not like I like you anyway." She pouted, which made me laugh even harder, tears started to fall from my face as my stomach and cheeks started to hurt a little.

After a while I composed myself again, "heh, I meant brain babies."

She once again looked baffled, "the hell is 'brain babies?'"

"Athena explained it to me, basically babies made up of thoughts we form them with."

"..oh wow, very interesting, you want to make a brain baby? Lets make a brain baby!"

"Hehe, ok, just lean in to me." She does exactly that, as she settles into my arms I start the formation of a baby I've been thinking about.

"Do you care about the appearance of this baby? I was going to forgo the beauty the baby would have and make it more intimidating." I explained to her, but against my initial thoughts she surprised me.

"As long as it is ours, I care not." She says. Im shocked for a moment, I thought all gods only viewed beauty the same, like Hera. Snapping out of it, a smile comes in my lips as I look Neith in her eyes. Leaning in I capture her lips in mine and begin.

A galaxy of pure light is released from our bodies that morph into 3 tiny babies, each a different size but tiny all the same.

The radiance dies down as the babies are revealed to us, as we stop kissing. All 3 have very…..peculiar appearances.

I reach to the smallest baby and hold him close to both of us. "I name you Maetos, Breaker of Will."

Neith reaches for the middle child, "I name you-" she looks at me for conformation, which I easily give, "-Baithos, Breaker of…Storms." She says as she notices the lightning dancing across his pupils.

We both reach for the last, and biggest child and at the same time we announce his name, "We Name You, Thanos, Breaker Of Worlds."

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Sorry about that little romance part, I dont know how to write romance.

(Future) Maetos-

(Future) Baithos-

(Future) Thanos-

Ares(Juddah's) Appearance-