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[Thatgirlcalledember]

Ember was walking in the forest, all the shadows reaching for her. She didn't exactly like it, but it's what happens when your dad is Hades

[Ancient]

Ember
I smiled at him. "A child of Ares , afraid of being judged."

He stiffened suddenly, a nerve going off. "I'm not afraid," he said, defensiveness rising in his voice. "Do you want to be judged as someone who loves seeing dead people? It's perfectly legitimate for me to be careful about what some people think of me."

[Thatgirlcalledember]

"I don't care if people care. I just do what I'm supposed to. Like seeing dead people yes." Ember said carefully

[Ancient]

He couldn't quite decide wether he liked this girl or not. "I guess that's cool," he said, trying to keep his own nonchalant aura in check.

[Thatgirlcalledember]

Ember shrugged and sat down, her stygian iron sword next to her

[Ancient]

He saw the weapon and is dark eyes suddenly glittered. "Nice sword," Carlisle commented.

[Thatgirlcalledember]

"Thanks. Dad gave it to me." I said while pushing it into the light.

[Ancient]

"Your dad...gives you stuff, huh?" he asked softly. "You guys are close?" His eyes betrayed slight jealousy though he tried to mask it. No, of course he'd never get anything from his father.

[Thatgirlcalledember]

Ember looked at him. "Yeah. We're close. I hope you know that your dad is proud of you. 'The best son ever' he once said." She told him.

[Ancient]

He scoffed and turned around, kicking a tree. Yes, he was angry. Yes, he had anger issues. And he couldn't hide them any more. "Don't you dare mock me!" he hissed, turning on her, his eye on the sword. "Don't lie to me about my father. Do you think I want to be his favorite? He's pictured standing over the fallen bodies of those he's ruthlessly murdered on the battlefield. What does that make me?" A favorite son of the war god. Did that make him evil? Did he care?