He's got a Doctorate in "Assitude"?

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*the quarrel having been ballad worthy, and surely will be noted in later musings, he cavorts away as the victor through virtuously manipulative means, as per usual. Ares not only defeats Hercules in battle through mental maneuvers, but has begun to channel menacing rivers of mistrust through his marriage; an optimum goal. The bungler will not lay a hand on him now, especially not with Hebe around him, protecting him like a sable opal of costly caliber. Having escaped with few injuries, a few blows to his torso and ghastly black strangle marks about his neck which have faded to an uncomfortable burgundy. Hercules, on the other hand, has sword slashes littering his limbs and back, along with two thoroughly missing eyes and charred hand prints upon his chest. As well as a ferociously spiteful and angry wife who nurses Ares' wounds back in War's Temple. And this whole calamity occurred from Seth and Ares boozing down in the basement.. How rich.. He misses 'Dite.
Glances to Hebe with softened eyes over an abraded shoulder, sitting up with her behind him in his chambers, "Retrieve me that wash basin, I believe I still have a morsel of Hercules' eye-flesh under my thumbnail."

Hearing multiple murmurs of soaring blood, definitely heartbeats, the God separates one eyebrow from the other and rises from his bunk's edge, leaving Hebe to meander into his throne's parlor without sound accompanying his steps. Doors flung open to peruse the familiar with child and unacquainted women loitering about his rostrum.. His heel an axis, which rotates him to place his back against the doorframe, conceding them both with a scanty, "..Yes?"