ARES, THE GOD OF WAR!!!

The moment Zeus gave the name, a surge of divine energy swept through Mount Olympus, resonating with the very fabric of existence. Ares started to float in the air from the protective arms of Hera, surrounded by the celestial weapons that now orbited him like loyal guardians. The air hummed with newfound energy, and the gods exchanged knowing glances as they witnessed the manifestation of a god with a destiny entwined with the essence of war.

As if it was just the beginning, All the weapons started to melt into colorful energies and submerged into the very being of Ares, infusing him with the essence of each celestial armament. The divine energy surged within the infant god, shaping his divine form and granting him powers beyond mortal comprehension.

But it didn't just stop there, A perfectly forged lightning-shaped object flew from the side of Zeus, and before anyone could react it intertwined with Ares, merging seamlessly with the celestial energies. The lightning, a symbol of Zeus's divine authority, became an integral part of Ares's essence.

A sword carrying the flames of the mighty sun itself room, joining the celestial energies enveloping Ares. The flames danced and flickered around the newborn god, imbuing him with the power of the sun and the fury of its scorching heat.

Many divine weapons of the gods present flew away from the still-shocked god and infused themselves into Ares.

"AHHHH!!!"

A roar of struggle woke everyone from their stunned silence. As they saw Poseidon still holding the trident giving his everything for keeping it in place as veins started to bulge on his forehead. The trident, a symbol of the sea's might and power, resisted its departure as if reluctant to part ways with its divine master.

As Ares absorbed the energies of the celestial weapons, the trident, too, released itself from Poseidon's grasp. With a blinding flash, it merged into the divine spectacle surrounding Ares, contributing its essence to the burgeoning god of war.

The moment the trident melded into Ares' being, the atmosphere shifted once again. Waves of celestial water cascaded around the infant god, an ethereal representation of Poseidon's domain. The divine water twirled and danced, imbuing Ares with the power to control and manipulate the very essence of the sea.

The gods whose weapon had merged into Ares watched in horror as their divine artifacts became a part of the newborn god, Which in turn made them lose more than 40% of their divinities to the emerging god of war. The celestial energies continued to swirl around Ares, creating a divine tapestry that reflected the essence of each god's weapon.

"ZEUSSSS!!! WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS???"

Zeus, stunned by the unfolding events, could only stare in awe as Ares absorbed the divine energies of the celestial weapons. The gods around him looked to Zeus for an explanation, their expressions a mix of anger and fear.

Zeus raised his hands in a gesture of appeasement, "I... I do not know. This is unprecedented. The Fates themselves must be weaving a unique destiny for our newest member."

As the divine energies settled, Ares descended back into Hera's arms, his tiny form now radiating with a celestial glow. The celestial weapons, having become an intrinsic part of the god of war, ceased their orbit and instead manifested as intricate patterns on his skin. Symbols of flames, waves, lightning, and various other divine motifs adorned his celestial form.

Hera cradled Ares, her eyes filled with both motherly love and concern. The gods, while still bewildered, could not deny the extraordinary nature of the newborn god's manifestation.

"WHAT IF HE BECAME STRONGER THAN YOU, ZEUS? WHAT IF HE FOUGHT YOU FOR THE THRONE?"

Zeus, though momentarily taken aback by the question, regained his composure and responded with a hint of amusement, "Ah, my dear brother, Ares is not a threat to my rule. His destiny is intertwined with the essence of war, and he shall serve a purpose that complements the harmony of Mount Olympus."

What others failed to notice was a seed of doubt that had been planted in Zeus's mind. Ares, the god of war, imbued with the combined powers of various divine weapons, was a force to be reckoned with. The gods exchanged wary glances, unsure of the implications of Ares' unprecedented manifestation.

"Everyone I Zeus, The King of the Gods, declare Ares as the God of War," Zeus proclaimed, his voice carrying the weight of divine authority. The gods, though still uncertain, bowed their heads in acknowledgment of the new addition to their pantheon.

Ares, now officially recognized as the God of War, continued to rest in Hera's arms. The celestial glow surrounding him had dimmed, but the symbols of divine weapons remained etched on his skin, a testament to the extraordinary circumstances of his birth.

"May he bring balance to the cosmic order," Zeus added, a cryptic note in his voice that left the gods contemplating the true nature of Ares' destiny?

As the gods dispersed, returning to their respective domains, Zeus remained on his throne, deep in thought. The birth of Ares had disrupted the usual harmony of Mount Olympus, introducing an element of unpredictability that left the divine beings uneasy.

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In the inner chambers of Mount Olympus, away from the celestial spectacle that had unfolded, Hestia, the goddess with crimson hair, observed the events with a serene expression. She had been the keeper of the hearth, the guardian of home and family, and her connection to the divine essence had granted her insights beyond the immediate chaos.

"I wonder, dear brother if this disruption is a harbinger of change," she mused, her amber eyes reflecting the flickering flames of the hearth. "The threads of fate are intricate, and Ares' destiny may hold the key to a cosmic balance that eludes our understanding."

As she tended to the sacred flames, Hestia's thoughts delved into the mysteries of the divine tapestry. The celestial weapons that had merged with Ares represented the essence of each god, and their fusion into the god of war hinted at a destiny that transcended individual domains.

Meanwhile, Ares slept peacefully in Hera's arms, unaware of the discussions and speculations taking place among the gods. His divine form, adorned with symbols of flames, waves, and lightning, seemed to hold a promise of both chaos and order, war and peace.

"I know Zeus will do something to my nephew, If needed, I shall be the silent guardian of Ares, As the keeper of the divine flame," Hestia whispered to herself, her gaze fixed on the newborn god.

The divine realm of Mount Olympus buzzed with uncertainty and anticipation. The birth of Ares, the God of War, had not only disrupted the tranquility of the gods but also raised questions about the cosmic balance and the unfolding of destiny.

As the gods navigated their way back to their domains, the atmosphere remained charged with an energy that hinted at both awe and apprehension. Zeus, the ruler of the gods, had declared Ares as the God of War, but even he couldn't dismiss the lingering doubts that floated in the divine air.

Meanwhile, Hestia, the goddess with crimson hair, continued to tend to the sacred flames in the inner chambers of Mount Olympus. Her contemplative gaze reflected the dance of the hearth's flames, mirroring the intricate threads of fate that wove through the divine tapestry.

"I wonder if Ares carries the potential for change, for a cosmic balance that eludes our understanding," Hestia murmured to the flickering flames. Her role as the keeper of the hearth had endowed her with insights into the subtle forces that governed the divine realm.

The celestial weapons, symbols of the gods' power, had merged into Ares, creating a divine spectacle that defied the norms of godly existence. The very essence of war, woven with the elements of flame, water, and lightning, now rested in the form of a sleeping infant in Hera's arms.

Hera, the queen of the gods and now a mother to Ares, gazed down at the newborn with a mix of maternal tenderness and unspoken concern. The symbols of divine weapons etched on Ares' skin were a constant reminder of the extraordinary circumstances surrounding his birth.

In the vast halls of Mount Olympus, whispers among the gods continued. Some speculated about the potential power that Ares could wield, while others questioned the implications of his unique manifestation. The divine realm, accustomed to order and predictability, now faced the unknown.

Zeus, seated on his majestic throne, contemplated the events that had transpired. The birth of Ares had introduced an element of unpredictability, and the gods, despite their immortality, grappled with the uncertainty that hung in the air.

As the divine beings went about their celestial duties, Ares slept, unaware of the discussions and speculations surrounding his destiny. The merging of celestial energies had granted him powers beyond mortal comprehension, and the symbols on his skin bore witness to the fusion of divine forces.

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[To Be Continued]

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