Kingdoms of War

A New World Rises

In the Of War Series finale nearly four billion souls lost to the ravages of anarchy and the dreaded disease Major Falls. Ares, Athena, and Raven wander the remains of the Mortal World vainly reaching for a sliver of what was only to get an unsavory glimpse of what is to come. It appears that Zeus has received his fondest wish; a chance for Olympus to rise again as every person of pure Mortal Blood has died in the unforgiving pandemic.

From the fiery wreckage of this destruction and decay a new world is slowly arising one where the descendants of Olympians, Celts, and Dark Fae will rule.
To make matters worse, as Ares and Athena seek to destroy all manner of weapons of mass destruction, the Wolf inside the God of War slowly succumbs to Major Falls. A rabid God of War is not a pretty sight.

By the time Ares’ fevered body is brought to Olympus, Apollo’s descent into madness is utterly complete. Yet, it is the Golden God, Alena’s greatest nemesis who holds the key to saving Ares’ life.

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Excerpt

It was in Germany that Ares and Athena finished up their whirlwind trip around the world destroying every nuclear, chemical and biological weapon, silo, enrichment plant, science lab, and other facilities they could find.  The last leg of the journey wasn’t difficult as nearly the entire country was dead.  In all of their travels they only came across a handful of live bodies and most of them were hiding in the dark praying them and Major Falls to quietly pass by without noticing them.  Everywhere they went the stench of dead bodies clung to the air. 

No place was this truer than in China.  Yesterday they destroyed all of the weapons of mass destruction amassed by the Chinese without coming across a single soul.  The whole country was nothing but a mass graveyard.  There were bodies piled in the streets, some just bones that were cremated in massive bonfires, but most still juicy lying face down or face up on the asphalt.  They clogged both South and East China seas and in the lakes, in the mountains, hanging out of buildings and even from trees.  Most died from Major Falls but others took the honorable way out and killed themselves or were murdered from the scenes of carnage before them.  Some were dressed in traditional ritual garb and had their guts spilled out at their knees and others had throats slit or were riddled with bullets.

As far as their divine eyes could see, Ares and Athena saw nothing but one billion corpses scattered over the landscape and rotting in the sun.  The Goddess of Wisdom fell to her knees and wept at the loss of an entire culture but the God of War stood his ground and shed not a single tear.  The stench was another story; it was so horrible that even the God of War was forced to don a mask to keep it at bay and his stomach in place.  Everywhere they went rooting out weapons, Ares set the bodies ablaze with streams of fire running from his palms, turning the corpses to ash and within seconds the cities around them followed, they went up in glorious flames that devoured everything around them.  It wasn’t enough to clear the land and keep it from being spoiled.  Upon finishing up at their last stop the God of War took advantage of the Mortals’ dangerous device and set off two nuclear bombs, turning the ancient country of China to cinders.  All of its History, all of its Art and all of its Knowledge went up in a great flaming mushroom cloud.

“There was no other way,” Ares claimed with a sly smile when Athena began yelling at him.

Athena quieted, knowing he was right; there wasn’t another way.  There weren’t enough scavengers left alive to eat the meat and clear away the land.  A billion bodies decomposing at once not only left a hard smell in the air it poisoned everything within sight and then some.  If left in their places, more disease would fester and feed here if the searing blast and the fire didn’t take it away.  “Maybe so but I think you enjoyed it.”

“Duh,” Ares chimed, holding his brawny arms wide and inhaling a hearty breath.  “I am the God of War, Sis.”  He pumped his meaty fists in the air as he took in the fiery mushroom cloud on the horizon.  “I’ve always wanted to do that.”

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