Madness

Eurydice's eyes were blazing and furious, her heart itching to dismember her assassins. They were very weak, yes, but what fouled her mood was that she couldn't get to enjoy her company with Ares because she had considered them.

The hooded men scampered on the wet ground, slowly scooting their buttocks back from the approaching Queen. Eurydice's hands were dying to blast them to smithereens, leaving not a speck of dust behind. Their eyes trembled, and their joints refused to move. Dread loomed them as they realized there was no chance for sparing.

They dropped their rusty knives to the ground while screaming at her to forgive them, but Eurydice was slowly becoming blinded by darkness. Her eyes were filled with malice and destruction the idea resonated with her body. She aimed her palms at one of their skulls. The man closed his eyes as sweat dropped his forehead.

"I suppose you're the first to die."

"Eurydice," a firm voice called. Ares grabbed her palm and aimed it at his own ches
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