Anup tried to fight, thrashing against his binds with rage and terror alike, but it was fruitless. His red eyes stared at Discordia as if trying to tell her something, but she could not discern what it could be. Then the chains began to retract and Anup was pulled under the sand and back to the Underworld.
A strong, cruel hand closed around Discordia's wrist and yanked her arm back. Knuckles smashed into her cheek and forced her to relent. Ares' familiar grip once again took her hair, her horns, and he started to drag her. Discordia whimpered in pain when he grabbed her still sensitive new horns.
"Look at yourself. Shameful. Disgusting. You dare poison your body by infecting it with the touch of our enemy? Our prey?"
"Perhaps I enjoy such poison, brother," she sneered. Her bare foot sla
