All eyes on me.

The clanking of iron, the grunts and groans, and the smell of sweat and hormones provide the ambiance. Off in a solitary corner a large individual is motioning rigorously as another strains and grunts while curling a large dumb bell while kneeling beside a bench. Hades speaks, his voice deep and melodious..

    "Five more! Come on Amir!"

Ares's face tense with determination and glistening with work ethic. His shoulder shakes and with the last repetition he sharply exhales and drops the hundred pound weight to the rubber floor. They wipe the sweat from themselves and, as they prepare to depart, they quietly conduct a post workout wrap up. Satisfied with their hard work for the day, they leave. Walking past dozens of others on the way out and soon realizing that the atmosphere has a changed somehow. Ares raises a brow at this fact. He slows his stride for a moment and raises his head a bit. His eyes dart from left to right suspiciously. Ares speaks; his voice deep and raspy.

    "Aiden? Do you feel that?

Hades turns to his younger brother intrigued and he slows his pace also feeling the shift in mood. He smirks in consensus  and peers over his shoulder at the disdain and enmity that permeates everyone's faces. They linger and bask in it for a moment before exiting the facility. Hades speaks; his tone deep and haughty.

    "Yes, brother, I feel it. You caused this you know. This is your moment. Let everyone be aware that your skill and strength is valid in the CMV. You proved that last night against  Cameron. That look you saw on those faces as you left the ring, the whispered comments amongst them, they're your fuel, our fuel. Let them hate and belittle. We came here for only one reason: To destroy them and prove that The Old Gods have not forgotten how they were tossed aside by their people. Yes, brother I feel it. I feel that retribution... is near. You bring them to task and I'll take their souls."