Peaceful Jazz music played in a quaint looking bar. A stock ticker ran cross the TV screen... but the stocks weren't of businesses...
"Well look," said a man in an army uniform. "Looks like little cousin Circe finally decided to grow up and start acting like a goddess! Rather than making everything she comes across with a Y chromosome squeal!" He laughed at his own joke.
"Well she's guts," said a blond man with a t-shirt that read 'I love nuclear power' with a the words 'Mr. Sun' on the back. "Wanting to be a creator goddess? Really? Sure that always gets your guaranteed devoted... but then you've gotta always look after them..."
"And you wonder why no one worship you anymore," said a calm, bald man, not touching anything in the bar besides water.
"Oh come off it buddy, ya know that's not how worship actually works. Me? They haven't had a ram sacrificed to me since... okay, there was that video game promotion, but otherwise, not for a long time. But worship of me is as strong as ever. Every step of every solder, every trigger pulled on the battle field, every bomb dropped, they go under different banners with different goals, but war... war changes all the time! And all of it is me!.. And the greatest tribes of man don't even go to war with each other anymore! Dammit."
"That's what you get for inspiring them to take some scientific discovers and making a weapon too scary for them to use."
"They said about the gatteling gun, about mustard gas, and about the crossbow! I didn't think they actually MEANT IT this time! Ugh. The point is, worship isn't what you say, it's what you do. Look at Loki," Aris gestured to the god of mischief on a iphone. "His worship comes from every troll on the internet, once they get back from their 9 to 6 mindless, futile jobs, they're practically breath Loki's will with every miserable soul online they leave behind!"
"And that is why, when given a choice, mortals will always choose to worship a god that care for them, over gods like you."
"Well, I've gotta giggle at the irony, Circe's hated men, always hated men, and yet here she is, a friggin' MOM! Well... in the practical sense."
"May the joy of being a mother do good for her then."
"You going to do anything about it?" Asked Apollo.
Ares laughed. "Are you KIDDING?! This way way WAAAAAAAY more fun to just watch! I want to see if she can actually pull it off! Dealing with selfish mortals who only ever communicate with you directly when they WANT something from you? The world is full of humans in old folks homes that can appreciate what that's like."
"Well, she's got her little cult going, let's see what he devoted do with themselves," Apollo said, changing the channel. "Think that old bat is right, and Circe's stupid enough to challenge Lilith?"
"I hate to say it... but me and Death have one thing in common. Without life, there is no death. Without civilization, there is no war. Death's in no rush to wipe all life, and I'm in no rush to end all civilization. Let's see how far her new species she's created spreads. If the world ends up like one of those cartoon movies, at least I'll get real war dogs on the battle field again, haha!"