Brave Maiden starter

“Strife…..Strife. Strife!”

Strife jerked out of his thoughts, sidestepping a fist that came at his head. His eyes narrowed and he glared at the petite form of his pain in the ass mother.

“What?”

“Don’t you what me.” Eris sneered, fireball forming in her hand to be thrown at a simple thought. “Could have let that mortal have his way with you since you want to ‘what me’”

Strife rolled his eyes, why suddenly, she wanted to be a protective mother he did not understand. Until the fireball that had been in his mother’s hand moments before was now thrown past him a second later: grazing his cheek. He yelped, took a step back and threw one of his own at the bitch. It would have turned into a war against mother and son if Ares hadn’t swooped down in the middle of the battlefield and smacked both upside the head.

“I did not have you two start this war to fight amongst yourself. Shut up until it’s over and then you two can kill each other.”

Strife and Eris sneered at each other once more before they were going their separate ways. The rest of the battlefield went as planned. The Greeks won and pushed the opposing force even further back to their rightful places: beneath them and far away.

Once the battle was over and the mortals had everything under control, the three gods flashed themselves away from the battlefield. The adrenaline from the battle was still rushing through Strife’s blood. It had been a good skirmish today. Ares relaxed in his throne, one leg up and over the arm of the chair and the other firm on the ground as his eyes roamed over the temple. Strife stood on the side of the throne, leaning against it.

“So Unc…..what’s the plan.”

Ares turned to give Strife a hard stare, eyes flickering to his relaxed position against his throne back up to the blood-covered face of his annoying nephew. “You’re getting blood on my throne.”

It was the only warning Strife got. He quickly pushed off, waving his hands in a ‘Sorry.’ movement. “Do not worry on what I have planned next.” That was code for get out of here. Strife mock bowed, cackling as Ares threw a fireball and he flashed away.

He would definitely pay for it when he saw his uncle next but that was next time. He appeared in his hidden temple, hidden from mortals but close enough to a village in case he ever felt like causing something. Children laughter filled the throne room upon his entrance. Delia –his handmaiden- must be with the village children. Nothing was more mischievous then children so they were his worshippers. Most of the children were orphaned due to the very wars his uncle created and he helped with. So it was equal worship from the children and Strife silently helping the children he helped orphan. He needed to get out of these blood-soaked clothes. He could flash away his clothes and replace them with identical ones or he could do it the mortal way. The sound of children getting loudly made the choice for him. He could not let them see him in blood from head to toe. Seconds before they appeared Strife was lounging on his throne: not even a speck of blood on his body and legs throne over the arm of the chair as his head hung down off the other arm. He grinned when the children went from surrounding his beloved handmaiden to immediately running to him: already explaining their offerings to their god. He fixed himself in his throne, leaning over to aptly listen to the children before them.

While other gods had adult worshippers he had them. One day they would probably shed their mischievous sides and join one of his aunts and uncles temple. Or they would stay with him like Delia. She had been his since the day she was 6: still mischievous even to this day. That spark never left her eyes and she knew Strife better than anyone. Eventually Delia had to politely remind the children it was time to return to the village. They groaned and whined, not wanting to leave but knew they had to. Strife wiggled his fingers in a goodbye before he was left alone once again. The sound of giggling, laughing and speaking slowly getting softer until it was silent once more. Strife leaned back, eyes closing. Today had been a very eventful day. No Jerkcules. No Xena. No annoying blonde sidekicks. Just pure chaos and fun.