MEET THE LORDS (I)

Ares stopped at the checkpoint, and pulled out his ID from his pocket.

He placed it on the scanner, and the green light popped up.

The doors slid open, granting him entrance to the path that led to the room he was headed to.

Returning the ID back to his pocket, he cleared his throat, and walked in.

His head remained at a direct angle, as he sauntered around in search of the final door that would lead to the exact room for the meeting.

Ten steps in, he found what he was looking for.

As soon as he stopped at the door, it slid open, and he walked in with both of his hands, deep inside his pocket.

"He's here," he heard a familiar voice say in the dimly lit room.

The first thing he pictured was a cult, with weird fetishes.

That was the only way he could explain why they had opted for candles on the table, as opposed to some freaking normal light.