Mars / Árész személy
– Árész szerény értelmi képességei ellenére most az egyszer a lényegre tapintott.
– Végre! – mondta Árész, aztán leesett neki a tantusz, mit is hallott az imént. – Hé, várj egy pillanatig! Ki vagy te, hogy degeneráltnak nevezz?!
265. oldal, 19. Az istenek döntenek sorsunk felől
“There!” Mars finished writing and threw the scroll at Octavian. “A prophecy. You can add it to your books, engrave it on your floor, whatever.”
Octavian read the scroll. “This says, ‘Go to Alaska. Find Thanatos and free him. Come back by sundown on June twenty-fourth or die.’”
“Yes,” Mars said. “Is that not clear?”
“Well, my lord…usually prophecies are unclear. They’re wrapped in riddles. They rhyme, and…”
Mars casually popped another grenade off his belt. “Yes?”
“The prophecy is clear!” Octavian announced. “A quest!”
“You’re the god of war,” Percy spoke up. “Don’t you want endless carnage?”
Mars’s infrared goggles glowed brighter. “Insolent, aren’t you? Perhaps I have fought you before. I can understand why I’d want to kill you. I’m the god of Rome, child. I am the god of military might used for a righteous cause. I protect the legions. I am happy to crush my enemies underfoot, but I don’t fight without reason. I don’t want war without end.
You will discover this. You will serve me.”
“Not likely,” Percy said.
“You’ve got spunk, demigod,” he said. “Ares is my Greek form. But to these followers, to the children of Rome, I am Mars—patron of the empire, divine father of Romulus and Remus.”
“We’ve met,” Percy said. “We…we had a fight.…”
The god scratched his chin, as if trying to recall. “I fight a lot of people. But I assure you—you’ve never fought me as Mars. If you had, you’d be dead. Now, kneel, as befits a child of Rome, before you try my patience.”
Around Mars’s feet, the ground boiled in a circle of flame.
“Percy,” Frank said, “please.”
Percy clearly didn’t like it, but he knelt.