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It was <i>on sight</i> the way that she hated him. Paolo Deleon represented everything that Lilianna so despised about the celestials; their hedonistic greed and shameless decadence, the way that they so cruelly forced the humans into subjugation just because they<i> could</i>. She knew who he was and what he stood for, and she knew who his father was, as well; if there were any two gods that Lilianna risked she could have murdered instead of Ignius and Azrael, it was the two of <i>them</i>. Especially now, with the serrated blade of her dinner knife held to the bobbing swell of Paolo’s throat, Lilianna could imagine just how easy it would be to drive the edge of it home, to cut across his carotid and bathe in his unholy blood. He didn’t fight it, either, and she had the awful suspicion that he’d <i>allowed</i> her to force him down upon the ground just to see what she would do - he was perfectly still underneath her, the way that a languidly-resting lion would have been if a wayward gazelle came to perch on his chest; in fact, the only part of his body that seemed to be moving at all was between his legs, between his <i>thighs</i> - <br/>
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Was the bastard fucking <i><b>aroused</b></i>?!<br/>
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He called her Persephone again - and then a<i> lunatic</i> in the next breath - but there was something almost fond, something almost <i>affectionate</i>, to be found in the accented lilt of his voice, and Lilianna was so caught off-guard by it that she had no time to react before he was summoning his bodyguard and urging the large, impressively-strong man into the room. As if she weighed absolutely nothing at all, Paolo’s henchman reached beneath her arms and yanked her upright; the already-revealing slits of Lilianna’s silky crimson dress rose higher and higher, until they came dangerously close to exposing the two tattoos that she had on either side of her sensuous hips: a winding branch of pink cherry blossoms on one, and a serpentine dragon on the other, whose forked tongue flickered around to lap right above the delicate crescent of her bare cunt.<br/>
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Because of course he’d insisted that she hadn’t been allowed <i>panties</i>. “Let <i>go</i> of me!” she hissed as she thrashed like a cornered wildcat within Virgil’s unrelenting grasp, but it was only when Paolo stepped forward to reach for her instead that his bodyguard stepped obediently inside; the celestial wrapped one of his large, bronzed hands around the swan-like curve of Lilianna’s neck and lifted her by her throat, digging the calloused pads of his fingers into the vulnerable porcelain of her chest with enough force that she knew her skin would be painted with watercolor bruises come morning. Her eyes widened helplessly, and her petal-pink lips parted in a desperate search for air, but it was to no avail; she couldn’t breathe, and her vision seemed to be blotting at the edges, and through it all, Lilianna was still treated to the sight of Paolo’s disgustingly-hard <i>cock </i>as it strained shamelessly through his crisp trousers; it was an entity into itself, a beast in its own right, and the trapped starling suddenly wished that her blade had been <i>there</i>.<br/>
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Uncaring of the opulent spread of appetizers that had been laid out for them, Paolo pushed her down onto the banquet table; whereas she was warm and flushed and glistening with exertion, he hadn’t so much as broken a sweat, and Lilianna began to struggle anew as a foreboding sense of panicked dread sunk deeply within her bones. He was a madman - that was the only explanation she could think of - and he was going to strangle her to death right here on his dinner table even as his captive cock twitched and throbbed so vividly within the velvet of his trousers. He trapped her in place, cracking the graceful line of her back with the sheer weight of his muscular frame, and it was only then that she was able to catch her breath, and she drew in frantic gasps of air even as they burned rushing through her sore, bruised windpipe, even as he continued - <br/>
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Lilianna let out an affronted-sounding <i>growl </i>as he moved to stand before her; he forced her thighs apart effortlessly, and the slits of her gown spilled open entirely to reveal the mile-long lengths of her elegant legs as well as the pretty pink slit of her pussy where it was nestled between her trembling thighs. He didn’t want her dead, she realized with a dizzying sense of renewed terror - no. He just<i> wanted </i>her, and somehow that was a thousand times worse. She wanted so badly to summon the powers that had overwhelmed her three nights ago, but there was nothing to be found in the uselessly-flexing tips of her slender fingers, and the lack of food as well as her body’s state of <i>exhaustion </i>meant that she couldn’t fight the god off of her even if she tried. <br/>
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And he felt the way that she was forced to come to a pitiful halt beneath him, and he took full advantage as the earthquake-esque struggling ebbed into weak little aftershocks instead. He leaned over her, seated comfortably between her splayed thighs, and Lilianna’s eyes widened as she felt the brush of his thumb across the full curve of her bottom lip; his hand began a trailing descent downward, eventually grabbing onto her chin and willing her to tilt her head back for him, and soon his deft fingertips found the wing-like span of her collarbones and plucked at them as if he playing a fine-tuned harp. He sought out her breasts, then, the small, but tight and high little rounded peaks, and Lilianna writhed beneath him in protest, an incredulous <i>shout </i>on the tip of her tongue even as she felt the dusky pearls of her nipples perk and swell -<br/>
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And as quickly as he came, he was gone. Virgil reappeared again and lifted Lilianna with the same effortless ease from earlier, and she was guided back into the seat that had been so luxuriously prepared for her; the food and drink at the banquet table forced her traitorous stomach to rumble with undeniable hunger, but she averted her gaze from it stubbornly in favor of looking at <i>Paolo</i> instead. He had the face of a bad angel but eyes like the devil himself, and he spoke to her now as if mere moments ago, he hadn’t been on the verge of throttling her to death even as his persistent cock all but ejaculated through his trousers. He…he was asking her questions, and she knew exactly what she needed to do. She needed to lie. He could think whatever he liked about her -  that she was the daughter of some fallen star whose powers now coursed through her veins like glimmering constellations - and he could cling to his delusions as much as he wanted. <br/>
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Lilianna would <i>take</i> those delusions and manipulate them to her own advantage. “I didn’t come there to <i>kill </i>them,” she spat, and then paused for just a moment so that she could bring one of her hands to her neck to rub gently at the sore, bruised crux of her throat; her blood vessels had broken and scattered beneath the surface of her ivory skin like crimson-colored spiderwebs. “I was looking for my mother. Your…the women who dressed me in this ridiculous ensemble, they called her <i>Demeter</i>, but I knew her as Lanying.” It hurt to speak of her deceased matriarch, especially in front of the man who might as well have been responsible for her untimely death, but the best lies were ones that were spun from half-truths, with just enough viable honesty to remain believable.<br/>
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“My mother used to be one of the activists who would protest outside of the Ninth Circle,” Lilianna continued quietly, and that wasn’t a lie either - Lanying Shu Lei had been as staunchly anti-celestial as her daughter was now. “And that was one of the last places that she was seen alive, so I thought that I would start my search there. Those two men - ” Her voice wavered with a fury-filled tremor, and it was clear that she thought of them as anything but. “ - insisted that I join them in one of the VIP rooms, and I thought that perhaps I could ask them if they had ever seen my mother before. I might have been armed, but I certainly hadn’t expected them to <i>attack</i> me.” <br/>
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She lowered her gaze sorrowfully and bit down anxiously on the rosy plush of her bottom lip, as if she was traumatized by the actions of Azrael and Ignius, whereas in all actuality, she was just disappointed that she hadn’t been able to mutilate their massacred bodies further. “I don’t know what happened after that,” she said softly, and tried not to think too hard about the way that she could still feel Paolo’s fingertips lingering where he had touched her, as if he’d branded her with lashes of white-hot iron. “It was - it was all a blur, and suddenly the two men were dead at my feet. <i>Burned</i>.” <br/>
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She squeezed her eyes shut, and then opened them to look up at Paolo with feigned helplessness. “I just wanted to find my mother and bring her home,” she continued in a barely-there whisper. <i>I just want to scoop your eyeballs out with a spoon and feed them back to you. </i>“I never meant to cause so much trouble.”<br/>
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