"My king, If you order me. I will swiftly 'take care' of little Ares."

Zeus who was still lost in thought, looked up to find Hermes, the messenger of the gods, standing before him. The mischievous glint in Hermes' eyes hinted at the potential for mischief and intrigue.

"Do you think, I don't want that? I will do anything and everything to keep my throne," Zeus replied with a stern gaze. "But I can't do it now, Olympus is weakened now by Ares' birth, and any hasty action might lead to unforeseen consequences. 'Others' might choose this chance to attack our pantheon."

Hermes nodded, understanding the delicate balance of power within the divine realm. "As you wish, my king. But remember that the longer we wait, the stronger Ares may become. His potential is unpredictable, and the other gods are watching closely."

Zeus sighed, acknowledging the truth in Hermes' words. The birth of Ares had not only disrupted Mount Olympus's order but also sown seeds of uncertainty among the gods.

"Continue to observe him, Hermes. Report any unusual developments. We need to be vigilant," Zeus commanded, his gaze focused on the celestial events unfolding beyond the throne room.

"As you command, my king," Hermes responded with a swift bow before disappearing in a flash, leaving Zeus alone with his thoughts.

"I tried to delay his 'Breast Feeding Ceremony' but Hera insisted on holding it sooner rather than later. That woman, always so stubborn," Zeus muttered to himself, a hint of frustration in his voice.

But beneath the frustration lay a sense of unease, a nagging doubt that whispered of potential dangers lurking on the horizon. Ares, the god of war, possessed powers that surpassed even the mightiest of the Olympian gods, and his destiny remained shrouded in uncertainty.

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[Hera's Chamber]

In the sacred chamber of Hera, the queen of the gods cradled Ares in her arms, her eyes filled with a mixture of maternal love and concern. The symbols of celestial weapons adorned the infant god's skin, a visual testament to the extraordinary circumstances of his birth.

As Hera looked down at Ares, a sense of responsibility weighed on her heart. She was not just a queen; she was now a mother to a god whose destiny was entwined with the very essence of war. The divine weapons that had merged into Ares had left their mark, both a blessing and a potential curse.

"Little Ares, what fate do you carry?" Hera whispered her voice a soft melody in the sacred chamber. The divine energy radiating from Ares painted an ethereal glow around him, casting a warm light on the intricate patterns of his divine form.

The atmosphere in the chamber shifted as Hera sensed a presence behind her. Hestia, the goddess with crimson hair, entered quietly, her eyes reflecting the flickering flames of the hearth.

"Hestia, my dear sister, what do you make of all this?" Hera inquired, her gaze still fixed on Ares.

Hestia approached, her movements graceful and serene. "The divine flame holds secrets, Hera. The merging of celestial energies within Ares signifies a destiny that surpasses the ordinary course of a godly existence. He is a child of both chaos and order, a force that may shape the cosmic balance."

Hera nodded, a furrow forming on her brow. "But with such power comes great responsibility. I fear the consequences of Ares' potential, both for Olympus and the mortal realm."

Hestia placed a comforting hand on Hera's shoulder. "As the keeper of the hearth, I sense a warmth within him, a flame that may guide him in his journey. We must nurture that flame, Hera, and guide Ares on the path of balance."

Hera sighed, acknowledging the wisdom in Hestia's words. "You speak the truth, dear sister. Ares may be a god of war, but he carries within him the potential for more. We must tread carefully and watch over him as he grows."

"You should start his 'Breast Feeding Ceremony' now itself, As it will help him directly grow to the age of 12 which will be beneficial for him."

Hestia's suggestion resonated with Hera, and she nodded in agreement. "You are right, Hestia. We cannot delay any longer. The Breast Feeding Ceremony must proceed as soon as possible."

Hera immediately loosened her robes, revealing her divine form as she prepared for the sacred ritual. Hestia, with the expertise of a guardian, assisted in the preparations, ensuring that the ceremony would unfold with the utmost precision.

The Breast Feeding Ceremony was a sacred tradition among the gods, imbued with divine rituals that would accelerate the growth and development of the newborn god. It was a ceremony that connected the essence of the mother goddess with the divine child, forging a bond that transcended mere mortal understanding.

As Hera began the ceremony, the sacred chamber filled with a soft glow, the flickering flames of the hearth dancing in harmony with the divine energy that permeated the air. Ares stirred in Hera's arms, his divine form responding to the ancient rituals that unfolded around him.

Hestia chanted incantations, invoking the blessings of the divine flame as she tended to the hearth. The flames swirled and danced, casting a warm light on the sacred space as the ceremony reached its crescendo.

Hera placed Ares at her breast, his tiny form instinctively latching on her pink nipple as the sacred energy flowed between mother and child. The divine milk, imbued with the essence of Olympus, nourished Ares, accelerating his growth with each sip. The celestial symbols on his skin glowed with renewed intensity, a reflection of the divine connection forged through the Breast Feeding Ceremony.

As the ceremony unfolded, the atmosphere in the chamber shifted, and a subtle energy enveloped Hera and Ares. Hestia's chants echoed through the sacred space, harmonizing with the flickering flames and creating a cocoon of divine warmth.

Hera, her eyes closed in concentration, felt a profound connection to Ares. The maternal love she had for him expanded beyond the bounds of mortal understanding, transcending the usual limitations of godly relationships. Ares, in turn, absorbed the divine nourishment with a serenity that belied his godly nature.

The Breast Feeding Ceremony continued, weaving a tapestry of divine energy that enveloped mother and child. The celestial symbols on Ares' skin shimmered with each sip, marking the progression of his accelerated growth. The chamber resonated with the ancient power of Olympus, a testament to the sacred rituals that bound the gods together.

As the last moments of the ceremony approached, Hera held Ares close, a sense of fulfillment and maternal joy radiating from her. Hestia, her incantations reaching a crescendo, channeled the essence of the divine flame into the ritual, sealing the bond between mother and god.

With the final drop of milk, Ares started to float with dark crimson divine energy enveloping his entire form making it impossible to see through.

But the form started to grow, expanding and transforming with each passing moment. The celestial symbols on Ares' skin pulsed with divine energy, and the chamber resonated with the power of Olympus. The flickering flames of the hearth danced in rhythm to the unfolding transformation.

As the divine energy reached its peak, Ares descended back into Hera's arms, now transformed into a young boy. His features held an otherworldly beauty, with snow-white hair cascading down his shoulders and celestial blue eyes that sparkled with the essence of the gods.

Both the goddess fall in love there and then and it was not a mother's love for son but something more.

The sacred chamber was filled with a luminous glow as the divine transformation unfolded. Hera and Hestia, awe-struck by the sight before them, beheld the newly emerged form of Ares. The celestial symbols on his skin now adorned the divine boy, a testament to the powers he had inherited through the Breast Feeding Ceremony.

As Ares opened his eyes, the room seemed to hold its breath. His gaze, a captivating shade of celestial blue, met the loving eyes of Hera and Hestia. The maternal love that had bound them during the ceremony now transcended into something deeper, a connection that went beyond familial ties.

Hera, holding Ares in her arms, felt a surge of emotions that surpassed even the joy of motherhood. Hestia, who had witnessed the divine spectacle, sensed a profound shift in the cosmic balance as the god of war stood before them in his youthful form.

"Ares," Hera whispered, her voice a soft melody in the sacred chamber. "You are truly a divine marvel, a force that embodies the essence of Olympus."

Ares, though in the form of a young boy, exuded an aura of untamed power and potential. His gaze held a mixture of curiosity and awareness as if he understood the weight of his divine destiny. The symbols of celestial weapons still adorned his skin, a visual reminder of the unique circumstances of his birth.

"Welcome, Ares," Hestia spoke, her voice carrying the warmth of the hearth. "May the flame within you guide your path and bring balance to the realms of gods and mortals."

In response, Ares just gave the most beautiful smile which got both goddesses in a trance, his celestial blue eyes twinkling with mischief and innocence. The warmth of his smile seemed to radiate through the chamber, filling the air with a sense of tranquility and joy.

'If Zeus dare to touch even a single hair of my baby/my love, There will be no one who could save him from my wrath.' x2

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[To Be Continued]

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