Chapter 30
Long had the time of ancient greece come to an end. Society had progressed, no longer was there heavy worship of polytheism, except certain places. Most of the world had converted to Christianity, Judaism or Islam.
But those polytheistic gods still existed. They sat in their halls, on top of their mountains and in their palaces. Progress had said they didn't exist, except one. Ares, God of War, Blood, and Destruction, among other things.
Worshipped still, across the world in a plethora of different places. Egypt had their tales of the pale war god. In the far north, King Harald of Norway had introduced worship of an god named Ares, that saved them from Fimbulwinter.
Tales of him echoed across the world. What made so many still believe in his existence, was his group.
A group of warriors that traveled the world, joining conflicts and recruiting only the most skilled fighters, all in the name of…Ares.
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"Is that him?" Over my.....extended lifetime, mentions of such a name popped up everywhere. At first I thought it another fairy tale.
Until I encountered…..'it'. While I was lost in that desert.
"Then it was him. Ares." My research had proven correct as I recalled that day perfectly. It disturbed me that such a being actually existed.
'Perhaps the others exist then? The other pantheons?' Thoughts of this calibre bounced around in my head. It made sense.
'Ironic, gods existing.'
For the life of me, I simply couldn't find a way to deal with those deities.
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Ares POV
The Atlantic Slave Trade.
(What a way to start off, huh?)
A Euro-American slave trade involved the transportation by slave traders of various enslaved African peoples, mainly to the Americas.
A shameful part of history, yet a part of history it is. I could stop it….easily.
But then, what about black people in America? A drastic interference would change the future drastically, even more so than my killings of the norse gods.
Why did I just think that? I've changed alot of history, I just sound like a hypocrite now.
I still felt a tiny need to interfere, in my old life, I was a young black male myself. But I couldn't, at-least not a large part. Perhaps I could save some.
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3rd POV
Over the course of the slave trade groups of War Dogs had ignited small Slave Rebellions, once again segmenting themselves in history all across the world.
Amongst the various names that popped up, one was special, one that would start the most influential family in history.
'Julius Damaris.' A freedom fighter that caused many small slave rebellions and one large rebellion in the Caribbean. A man that freed the Caribbean with the help of the War Dogs in 1833.
He was the first in the legendary Caribbean heritage family, 'The Demaris Family.' A family that progressed into influential businesses that spanned the entire Caribbean and most of the American Southeast, including Louisiana, Florida, Georgia and Kentucky amongst more.
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Ares POV
World War 1 and 2 had progressed steadily. The house I had made had supplied the Allies with resources they needed. To make sure no foul play was happening, I personally oversaw both wars. Making sure everything that was supposed to happened, yes that meant I let the holocaust happen.
I was black, not jewish.
(this is a joke, yes I know black people can be jewish. So sorry for that. 😔)
Anyway. All the the dc events that happened during this time panned out as it was supposed to under my watchful eyes.
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February 11th, 2003....the year I was born. I had tried to track down my would be parents, I mean this was the dc universe, and I found them. I mean, if Slim Shady aka Eminem is a canon Marvel character, then why would my parents not be a canon dc character.
And behold!! I found them. I dont know how. After all, this should be absolutely impossible. But I found them, and I…..watched them, just being curious on whether there was a dc version of me.
And that brought me ti this day, the day I was born.
"Sir, forgive me, but what are we doing here." The voice of one of my 'bodyguards' asks me. Hmph!
"Ahhh, you see….im just satiating my curiosity." I can tell, without looking at her, she was dumbfounded.
"MI AH GUH KILL YUHHH!" Screams from a Jamaican woman echoed out from one of the rooms as I listened. That was my mother? I don't know what to call her. I dont think I had any more attachments or lingering love for her, perhaps it was just faint?
"This is very….new to me." The woman next to me days again.
"Well, Calliope….." I didn't finish as I felt myself being born, what a confusing place I find myself in.
"Nevermind, we're leaving." I state as I head out of the hospital. Staff all moving out of my way in awe. Oh yeah, this body I inhabited is supposed to be a descendant of Julius, who was just me doing whatever.
"Yes sir"- She sounds out as she leads in front of me. She then speaks into her earpiece- "Nova is out."
Our walk to my limousine didn't take long. On the way I had made a call.
"Juddah King, born February 11th, 2003 in Portmore, Jamaica. Make his life comfortable along with his family. And keep it anonymous." I said ti the person on the otherside of the call. A "Yes Sir!" Had rang in my ear before I hung up. I knew once the limousine stopped, I would visit my family. My wife and our 6 kids.
'Ughhh, I have 6 kids?' The realization of them hit me. Maetos, Thanos, Baithos and the newer 3. Phobos, Deimos and last but not least, Kratos.