No matter how much she cried, this was the right thing to do.It was either tell her the truth, or let her remain obliviousness and end up getting killed. It wasn't easy to learn the truth, but it wasn't easy for Wren to admit to it either. He wa risking his life for a girl he'd only begun to get friendly with for a month or two-- but he had no real friends. Angelica was it. He felt so strongly about their friendship (and possible relationship) that he was willing to do all this for her, and he was grateful that she was willing to bring him somewhere to safety.
Which is what happened. He was granted asylum in Hell, with Angelica needing to beg her family. Not many people trusted Wren, for obvious reasons, and nobody wanted to believe his stories about Mark-- but they did in the end. Marco especially took it hard. Mark was named after him. He was his grandson, the one he had planned to take under his wing and train him up personally. It hurt him just to know Mark had left home, but to learn all this? It tore him apart-- but he had no other choice but to take action. Either he sat back and allowed an attack, or he took action first.
Now, Mark and the others in that kingdom had no idea Wren had changed allegiances, so Marco knew he had the element of surprise. And surprise them he did-- specifically Star, anyway.
Mark and Star, despite having a kingdom to rule, often went away for a day around the world, to have a little fun and steal a few pieces of jewellery. It was just what they did, but it exposed them. Marco couldn't find the dragon kingdom, nor could he track anyone there-- but he could track them if they went outside it, which is what he did when the couple ventured to Italy for the night. It had become their favourite location, and it was almost predictable that he find them there.
Though, he just found Star. He entered the apartment easily, sat himself on the bed as he waited for whoever was in the shower to come out, and when Star exited, he casually shoved her to the wall with his forearm against her throat and the blade of his knife against her stomach.
"Morning, Star-- or is it evening? I can never get used to Earth and the timezones and all of that. Confuses me," drawled Marco, that crazy glint in his one eye shining, even in the dimness of the room. He was still a little unhinged, still downright crazy when he wanted to be, and it had been a while since he got to do something this fun. Well, it was fun when he was threatening Star. It wouldn't be so great when he found Mark.
"Want to tell me where my grandson is, or do I have to beat it out of you? I don't want to kill 'ya. I really don't. I'm a good guy, really. Just... impatient. I'll let you live. I hear you care about your family in Hell-- they're fine, by the way. Very disappointed and worried, but otherwise okay. I'm sure they miss you, sweetheart, so tell me where my grandson is and we'll be a-okay."