Zeus and Hera had more than one child, and Ares was not the eldest. Their true eldest brother was Hephaestus, the God of Fire.
Considering the relationship between those two, and then Aphrodite... all one could say was...
There was nothing to say. On Mount Olympus, this was hardly a big deal.
Although Hephaestus was the eldest son, Hera disliked him because he had been born lame and rarely took the initiative to mention him.
Ares, handsome and valiant, was Hera's favorite son—but that had only been true when Ares was young.
Perhaps Hera's motherly love had been too excessive and spoiled the child, or perhaps it was the influence of the God of War's Divine Authority, which leaned toward chaos, slaughter, and fear. Ares gradually changed from a courteous young man into a reckless brute who loved fighting.
Because of that, Hera no longer loved him, or at least not as much as she had when he was a child.
Even so, with his powerful talent and the Divine Authority of the God of War, Ares still held an irreplaceably important position on Mount Olympus.
He was war itself, a symbol of courage and martial valor!
Though he was often beaten—by his parents, his brothers and sisters, his enemies, and even his subordinates—it was not a serious problem. A true man did not dwell on past glory. Once he woke from a nap in Aphrodite's arms, he was once again the mighty, undefeated God of War.
Sensing that hostile gaze, Russell turned his nostrils toward Ares.
Ignoring that handsome, heroic face, Russell saw brute strength, a broad back and thick waist, and reckless impulsiveness born of a lack of scheming.
No threat at all. Russell instantly concluded that with a brain like that, if he got serious, he could