Mars seduced Clio in the inner sanctum of his temple. He had first met her at a party for the Gods and Heroes where she danced with her sisters. And where he spoke to her father, a Titan, whose name meant 'memory'. He smiled as he watched her movement and began to plan his stratagem.
Soon after, Mars began appearing outside the houses where Clio did her work among the mortals and walked with her between jobs listening to the woes caused by those who summoned her help. Eventually he started to bring her pomegranates and to suggest clandestine meetings beyond his Corinthian columns.
Clio liked him because he focused on her. Not like the mortal chumps who wanted her as a research slave sat upstairs writing out the relevant bullet points on the floor with charcoal from the fire. Who swore and threw wine at her when their own feeble minds could not comprehend.
Mars was not like that. He spoke to her of other matters, asked how she was, brought her gifts. And when they made love she felt like nothing she had previously known. No longer used, a thing to be hired and ordered about. On the altar of Mars it was she that was worshipped and adored.
He wanted to ensure his legacy would continue on through history and he saw the muse as the way forward. As he thrusted he thought of the wars that would be fought in his name and recorded in stone.
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