Ares scowled at Melpomene. “Didn’t I say I would?” he said, and turned towards Marcella. “What were his plans? Hey!” She didn’t even look around, so he stepped over to her quickly.
Ares was snapping his fingers in her face, and she looked up at him, dazed, her eyes red and harrowed. “HEY! Answer my FUCKING QUESTION!” he barked. Marcie rocked backwards and forwards, crying and crying and crying. She thought of waterfalls and let out a keening moan of grief that crippled her and made her fold in on herself.
Ares’ hands grabbed her shoulders and shook her roughly. “WHAT DID YOU KNOW OF HIS PLANS!?” He was shouting in her face, and she recoiled, staring bleary-eyed at his fury. “ANSWER ME!!”
“n-nothing- Nothing!” she said through her sobs. “Nothing, he told me NOTHING-” Her tone was spiraling upwards, louder and more hysterical with each word. “WHO DID THIS TO HIM? WHO DID THIS???” Her throat and her heart ached and there was nothing but heartbreak and misery-