Marcie gasped at the sudden pain, putting a hand to her face in shock- but only for a moment. She growled in anger and started forward. "I didn't, you do, you snake-" She was cut off abruptly as Ares’ hand snapped out and grabbed a fistful of her hair and threw her back, preventing her from raising a hand to Melpomene.
“They stole my son, they deserved all of it, and more!” he roared. Aphrodite and Melpomene could have it out, but no mortal would be suffered to raise a hand to the gods.
Marcie cried out as Ares threw her into the wall, the pain of it feeling good. It was right that her body should feel physical pain as her heart went through such agony. Slowly she picked herself up, trembling with rage.
"I hope he haunts you. I hope BOTH of them haunt you!” she snarled at Melpomene, her voice shaking with emotion, then turned back to face Ares, her face distorted with hatred. “I denounce you as my father! You are not fit to share my blood! You brutal, abhorrent, evil man, you taint me and everyone you touch! And Telos will be tainted too!”
Ares lifted her bodily from the floor by the front of her shirt, yanking her in closer, eyes blazing. “You little whore,” he snarled. “You come near my son ever again and I will throw you naked to my dogs- and I haven’t decided which ones. Both lots have a taste for flesh.”
At his side, Nikkos snarled too, baring his teeth and standing at Melpomene's side. Sparta stood in the open doorway, primed to attack, and Marcie gulped, fear and self-preservation warring with righteous fury. She didn't want to die too, not here in the same place as Tragos had. So she stayed silent, her eyes sliding sideways to Melpomene. You see what he is, what he would do, what he would teach your son one day... Telos would become Tragos, just another young man cut short in his prime, another boy not given a choice.