The stone bench cracked under the gods weight, sliding under his knee. He keeps his grip tight. “Is this what you want, to mock be beyond despair”He made the servants watch as his sharp nails tease your skin, sinking into your knee. Eager to taunt you with unimaginable tears to your skin. You aroused anger from them during your earlier nonsensical 'tantrums' about divorce. "Stupid Leah, you humans don't know when to shut up or when to think".