Eutostea, the third princess of Thebes, is visited by the mysterious guest calling himself the God Apollo in bed. In pitch-black darkness, only an outline of him said, “I have come to share a one-night love with you. Once the night passes, you will not remember me, nor shall we meet ever again.” Soon, the three princesses band together to reveal his face while he is sleeping. But the candlewax melts off the tip of the candle in Eutostea’s hand and falls on the god’s shoulder. Apollo wakes, grabs the second princess, declaring, “Princess of Thebes, admire to your heart’s content. ‘Tis the face of the mere shell you sought so dearly.”

Deimos’ horn was blowing from the hill. It was a loud, passionate sound ​​cheering his father and brother on.


As Apollo did before, Ares’ chariot divided the battlefield and ran through the combat zone. He quickly swerved, then confronted Apollo, the god of splendor wielding his bow to push his way through the crowds of soldiers and creating a splatter of their blood. 


His gray eyes, cold and dark as the eyes of the dead, shone vividly with pure joy. It had been a while since he last had those eyes. 


Apollo was dashing forward, and Ares made his way across Apollo and crashed into his chariot. 


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