Ares wasn't a great dad, everyone knew that, hell he was pretty abusive, less people knew that. He was demanding, he was narcissistic, he was a bad fucking father. Hell he didn't let his kids call him dad.

Today was the winter solstice and because of that, Clarisse and her sister were returning from the party/ball thingy.

Clarisse rolled her eyes. "That was horrendous." She said, scoffing in annoyance as she fiddled with the hem of her dress.