"Fire? Was there a tragedy in your life?" John asked. He refused to get his hopes up. He couldn't.

Not when he felt like he failed his Hades so. Letting him die by being poisoned by that bastard Moriarty. Anger coursed through him. The righteous anger and rage of Ares. When he got his hands on Moriarty... Nothing could stop him from ripping the man's heart from his chest.