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war demon. Polemus and Alala were his two most interesting companions. Polemus was a surprisingly pacifistic war demon, at least he had been the past few decades, and Alala’s name had become the Greek war cry, even though she was probably the quietest woman he had ever met. She was also the sweetest, despite the fact that many a poet had said soldier’s lives were sacrificed to her glory and the honor of the call to war. He had to smile, remembering how many of those mortals had never even believed in the ancient gods. She and her father lived in the west wing of the house, as they were his most constant companions when he decided to involve himself in mortal warfare and conflicts.
    “Is it nice out?”
    She nodded.
    He was always inclined to find her silence frustrating, but he knew it was part of her personality. “I could use some air. Aphrodite was just here.”
    Alala smirked. “Oh. I see.”
    He knew she didn’t like Aphrodite, but he wasn’t sure why. Being so quiet and so intelligent, she probably found Aphrodite silly and superficial, but it had to be more than that. “She told me something interesting.”
    She looked into his eyes and nonchalantly asked, “Finally admitted Eros is your son?”
    Her statement shocked him. “So you’ve always thought I was the father?”
    She shrugged. “It seemed obvious to me, but it wasn’t my business.”
    “Well, maybe not.” He rubbed his neck. “I’m going out for a while.”
    “You seem tense. Let me give you a massage.”
    That sounded amazing. It had been months since she’d done that for him. “Yeah, if you weren’t going to bed.”
    She shook her head and started down the hall to one of the fitness rooms.
    He usually liked the silence that accompanied her massages, but he found himself growing curious about why she didn’t like Aphrodite. He also wanted to talk instead of brooding over his own thoughts. Alala was a very good listener and always gave remarkably insightful advice. She was so wise he’d often wondered if Athena or Artemis might be her mother, though the “virgin” goddesses both claimed they had never sullied themselves in that way.
    He sometimes felt as if Alala was a servant, not a friend. He didn’t treat her that way, but she acted as though she was, as if serving him automatically made her a servant. She kept him at a distance, though he knew she cared about him. She had tended every wound he’d ever received and never complained once. She’d spent hundreds of hours massaging his sore muscles and seeing to his needs.
    He removed his shirt and stretched out on the table. Her touch immediately calmed him. After a few moments, he turned his head so he could see her.
    “Can I ask you something?”
    “Yes.”
    “I’ve never said this before, and now it feels ridiculous, but you and your father are not my servants. You’re no different from me. You’re a goddess, and your father is a powerful demon.”
    She looked at him, tilting her head a little. “I know that.”
    She didn’t elaborate. Instead, she climbed on top of him and began kneading his shoulders.
    He found he couldn’t help becoming aroused as her hands worked his shoulders. She was very petite, so her thighs pressed tightly against his sides as she straddled him. He wanted to get her talking again.
    “Why do you hate Aphrodite?”
    She stopped and sat back. “I think she isn’t good enough for you.” She climbed off him and began rubbing down his legs.
    It took him a moment to realize she’d used her powers to take his pants off.
    “Oh.”
    “She’s obviously good enough for you to fuck, I guess. You have to unwind some way.”
    Once again, he was shocked. Alala didn’t normally express any opinions unless asked, and especially not such bold ones. “Well, I’m never going to do that again.”
    “You want to do it now.”
    He grimaced. She was referring to his erection. He didn’t know if it was better to tell her that her skilled touch turned him on