Ares

Of course, the smirk had never left his lips. As he watched what was happening around him. He knew what he was doing, but at the moment they had made him so mad that he had no care in the world. Why piss off the God of War? Surely, they would think twice before they say something out of the way to him once again. If he even allowed them the chance to see him once again. They would all be so lucky. His eyes traveled around in the chaos, and he loved it. Every minute of it. He was just about to up the ante when a familiar voice happened to poke its way to his ears. He turned just in time to see his brother moved off the log that he was sitting on. He titled his head, the smirk still not leaving his lips. The God still has on that leopard skin tank top and yellow board shorts. "Well, well well." He boomed out in a laugh, totally ignoring the fact that he had asked him a question himself. Ares was big headed like that. Ares crossed his arms and watched the other God standing there, eating his popcorn. "How is that diet coke treating you?" he questioned his eyes now locked on the God. his attention no longer on the children that were fighting. 

"Wouldn't that just be the bees knees for you." he said with a smile commenting back on the fact that the God had been jailed to take care of the camp that was here. "So how much longer did you have on your jail time?" he questioned his attention fully on the other god. He had allowed his eyes to sweep over his children once more. Eyeing them with stare that told them to not move from their spots. 

The bonfire fun only lasted a couple moments before there were some mouthy brats that wanted to start something with him. The older campers seemed to know who he was, well at least some of them. They had even gone so far as to try and stop the younger ones from death. They could thank ‘Mr. D’ for their lives being spared. However, that didn’t stop him from having a little fun with them. At the end of things however, he walked over to his children and found the main one he was looking for. Dustin. He walked over to him, watching the boy straighten up more. He reached up, grabbing the boy's ear and pulling him down. “Cabin five follow me.” he said to them all, watching them all very closely. 

He never let go of Dustin’s ear as he walked from the bonfire to the cabin that was made for him and his children. It was almost too dark to see the red color of the cabin now, but it was still there. Barbed wire wrapped around the roof. The boar seemed to be watching them as Ares led his children to their cabin. As he got to the door, he let Dustin’s ears go and walked into the main room. His leather boots hit the ground with thuds after each step. He started walking around the room as he waited for everyone to come into the cabin. “Line up.” he told them all, waiting and watching them. Hopefully they did as he said because he was losing his patience at this point. 

Ares couldn't help but suck his teeth waiting on the woman to keep everything going. He was ready for this little party to end. He had things that he needed to talk to his children about. He was being particularly good at the moment. He loved watching the way that they shrunk back at the thought of him.  It made him grin, however that grin didn’t stay on his face for long. His head snapped towards the first camper that decided that he (Hunter) was brave enough to talk back to him. Calling him a loser on a motorcycle. A growl came from Ares’ lips. His body moved up a little more, no longer in a relaxed state. A slight wave of anger came from him, but he was going to let that slide. Obviously the boy didn't know who he was, he was young at that. He would be merciful to him at this point. 

The next mouth that opened up, was apparently a child (Evelyn) of his lover. He glanced her way for a moment, trying to keep his cool. Were they trying to test him at the moment? Another wave of anger surged off him. He had no time to play with these kids at this point. He should just kill them off without a thought. Another voice (Arsen) popped up claiming that he hadn't seen war, even going along with the other child about her mom could do better. More anger. The anger was pulsing from him. Everyone would be able to feel it now. But apparently they weren't done yet. Yet another mouth (Samantha) decided that she had to throw her two cents in as well. At her, he stood up from what he was seating and walked up to the little girl. Without a second thought, he grabbed the girl by her shirt and pulled her to him a little more. “I…” he began in a booming voice but then was cut off by another voice (Levi). These kids have some balls, don't they? He glared at the boy for a moment before he turned to the girl that was in his hands when a voice of his daughter came through. Saying that he wasn’t her father. He dropped the girl (Samantha) to the ground with a roar and turned on his daughter who was standing there with her siblings. It was time to show these brats a lesson. He was done with their back talking. 

Just as he was about to say something else to everyone that was there, the woman began to speak. Which grabbed his attention for a second. He looked at the twins as they moved to their spot in his ranks and then eyed the woman as she begged for his mercy. Another of the older campers also attempted to placate and soothe him, but it came too little too late. Why didn’t they know who he was? He was the goddamn god of war after all. A sickening smirk came to his lips. "You should learn how to take care of your campers." he told her and then began to teach them a lesson. He manipulated rage within the kids that had spoken out against him, stirring up anger that had previously been dormant. Everyone could feel the anger but those that spoke against him had the full force of it. His attention never left the woman who was standing in front of him at the moment. The smirk never leaves his lips. 

A thunderous roar could be heard in the distance. Something was different about the night now; it was no longer still and calm. It had a slight angry feeling to it. The roar kept getting closer to the camp until it was so close that the music that was playing could no longer be heard. In a split second, the campers were covered in dust as a large black motorcycle did donuts around them. A deep laughter filled the air for a moment before the dust calmed down. A thick black boot hit the ground with a thud first, as another leg swung around the seat on the bike. After the dust settled, a tall man was seen dressed in dark blue jeans, a blood red shirt, and a leather jacket. He pushed his sunglasses up on his face a little more as he strolled towards the campers. As he got closer, he pushed a couple out of the way with no regard for who they were. Once he was in the center of the circle, he tilted his head to the right and then to the left while shrugging his shoulders. His head snapped over to the one who was standing near the bonfire. A smirk played on his lips. He glanced around at the children who were sitting on the ground and walked over to them, pointing two fingers at the twin boys. "These two are mine. Cabin 5." he said in a gruff voice, glancing over to the one who seemed to be the leader of the whole thing. He didn't know her name, nor did he really care to know at the moment.

He marched his way over to where his children sat and looked at them for a moment before turning around, taking a seat on the log that creaked with his body weight. He glanced around at the campers, whose attention was plastered on him at the moment. The god only smiled at them before he glanced over to the woman once more. "By all means, don't mind me," he said with a chuckle as he waved his hand around in circles, letting the woman know that she could keep going with what she was doing.