Sometime between August 11th – 21st
Vito Corleone had returned back to the American Mafia via a relative of his and it soon became less of a problem to the then leader, Ares who would soon change his name to Insanity. It was something that no one really expected and it had the ally, Diabolik scrambling ready to fire shots at the ‘Opposition’ and while Insanity had understood the man’s reputation like Royce Gambino had tried to do, he gave the man a chance.
Something that is said to be a dead-on bad choice. It was clear soon enough down the line, Vito wished for anarchy, he wished for the tumbleweed era that had been there before and he wished to rule over the dead. It was something that Insanity knew not, he kept to his businesses and established himself as the next head of this little thing of theirs. He had no time to worry about the pest of a man that had finally gotten out of his coma.
Vito Corleone had soon spoken with the regime head, Insanity. Establishing that he wished to work with him, discuss business, and soon become allies that would bring the American Mafia to a new front, a better front for all parties involved. And Insanity was down for it, raising a glass in cheers to the man and patting him on the back.
“Aphrodite,” The then god of war would call, looking over to his wife and asking her over to introduce the love of his life and woman of his desires to meet their newest ally. She walked over with a calming grace, her eyes meeting Vito and for a moment, she stopped, leaning forward to delicately shake his hand at the time.
She would whisper in her beloved ear and he nodded, smiling all the same as if it was a private thing between lovers. Yet the conversation was not that, Ares kept up the facade and nodded as he would turn to his Warlord, Vincent Valentine, and gesture for him to keep an eye on Vito.
With that, Ares had established himself a great ally on the surface obviously. He kept all his smiles to himself, yet the way Aphrodite clung to him the rest of the night, their hands seemingly itching for their pieces as they kept themselves occupied with speaking with the other guests of the party, it was clear that their trust in the Old Godfather was gone, Vito Corleone was being watched and by all of ‘The Olympians’