He closed their mausoleum with ice. Her mausoleum.

They were together, even in wretched death, and he was alone staring at the darkness of his Halls. Numbly.

How dare she, how dare she die and leave him to crumble for her. He was a God, he was War, he would not grieve for the Warrior. But for Her he fell to his knees and screamed and screamed a scream so guttural it sounded beastly. And he yelled and Olympus shook, and the shadows around him ripped at his heart.

And the yells would not extinguish. And the marble floors were but fragments under his fists. And no one dared approach the grieving monster.

And in the end he closed the mausoleum of his heart with ice.