The scream inside Demeter's head was entirely silent outside of it, but her eyes widened in horror and she thought that she was actually going to be sick. Her stomach lurked and Demeter brought her hand up over her mouth to stop it. (Although, she thought later, she should have thrown up on Hades.) The scythe had dissipated back into the air, gone the moment she'd been surprised into letting go of it.
Seeing Hades. Pregnant. Demeter's quick, dragged breaths behind her hand were making her lightheaded and she grabbed for the railing of the balcony to keep from falling as the wave of dizziness joined the wave of nausea.
She managed to move her eyes from Persephone to look at Hades instead, her expression shocked and a little afraid. "What have you done?" she demanded at a disbelieving hiss and then, louder and in anger, "How have you done this to her??" There was no doubt in Demeter's mind that Hades had somehow tricked Persephone into feeling this way, into 'seeing' him as she'd put it. She saw every year her daughter's fear of her uncle and yet here Persephone was calming saying she'd chosen to be with him.