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SORROWS
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By Ruric



Iphicles sat in the courtyard garden, the sapphire necklace clasped in
his hands. His gift to Rena. Now she was dead. Dying alone, when he was
away attempting to control the returning mercenaries.

His tears fell, unnoticed, onto the stones.

Damn Ares.

It was all *his* fault.

The mercenaries were *his* soldiers.

Iphicles rose, pacing furiously, cursing the God of War.

The sky was grey, the hair on his arms rising in response to the static
in the air. The sudden boom of overhead thunder didn't disturb the king
from his litany of angry oaths.

The malicious chuckle did.

Iphicles raised his head.

Met Ares' eyes.

The darkly clad god leaned against the wall, beside an open window.

Iphicles dropped the necklace and moved across the courtyard, his hands
closing around Ares' throat, his one aim to kill the god.

The god's hands tangled in his hair, sinister laughter sending hot
breath against his ear.

"Listen Iphicles," he taunted. "At least admit to yourself, that's what
you *really* want."

He paused, quietened. Soft sibilant sighs, murmured endearments from the
other side of the window. Hercules' and Iolaus' room.

With a sob of despair Iphicles turned into Ares hungry embrace.


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