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When Lilianna finally awoke, it wasn’t in the slightly-too-small bed that she and Santiago so often tumbled into together at the end of a long day of combat training and skirmishes, but instead surrounded by an abundance of silk so soft and luxurious that it might as well have made out of the thick sweet cream that rose to the top of a bottle of fresh milk. The mattress itself was almost absurdly plush, and before she even managed to open her eyes, she could tell that there was no shortage of goose-down feather pillows around and underneath her, as well as the smoothest, most gentle sheets that she had ever felt in her entire life. The opulence of the new bedding was in stark contrast to her current state; every inch of her body seemed to ache, the finely-coiled muscles beneath her delicate human skin strained and sore, and while Lilianna had always prided herself on her honed, cat-like reflexes, she quickly realized that she wasn’t able to so much as lift her head from the pillow it rested upon, even as she felt the startling sensation of an unfamiliar figure twirling a strand of her dark hair.<br/>
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And there were <i>voices</i>, too, so many of them that Lilianna had a difficult time keeping track as she continued to drift in and out of consciousness. “Oh, for Olympus’ sake,” one of them eventually huffed - it was <i>Alex </i>who drifted down from her levitating perch to stand alongside the gold-paneled bed, and with an impatient nose, the fury swatted the palm of her hand none too gently against Lilianna’s slumbering cheek. “Wake<i> up</i>, you silly girl. You’re all covered in blood still, and Paolo could be here at <i>any</i> moment - ” <br/>
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And <i>that </i>was certainly enough to rouse Lilianna from her exhaustion-induced rest. “Get <i>away</i> from me!” she hissed as she shot up upwards, and in rapid succession, she took in the sight of her brand surroundings with wide, disbelieving eyes. The woman whose hand she had swatted away from her reddening cheek - she was looking down at Lilianna with a delicately-arched eyebrow, as if she hadn’t expected the sudden outburst from the captive prisoner in the slightest. Floating - floating in <i>mid air </i>- alongside her were two <i>more</i> of the most beautiful women that Lilianna had ever seen, and both of them were looking at her now with renewed interest as if she’d performed a new trick.<br/>
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“You’ve got all of thirty seconds to tell me where I am,” Lilianna spat furiously, and one of her trembling hands reached instinctively for her beloved gold whip that had been wrapped around her arm the night before, but it was to no avail, and the butterfly knives that she had tucked so shrewdly away beneath the skin-tight hem of her leather dress were also nowhere to be found. Instantly, her heart began to race with heightened panic, and she looked up at the curiously-watching furies and breathed, “My belongings. Where are they? If you don’t inform me of what’s going on right this minute, I’ll - ”<br/>
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“You’ll <i>what</i>, Persephone?” Mel asked with an almost-bored sounding sigh. “You need to rest your strength. That fight took a lot out of you, especially given that it was your first.” <br/>
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“And Azrael and Ignius’<i> last</i>,” Thiery chimed in, and Lilianna couldn’t help but look up at her in shock as the events from last night began to replay themselves rapidly within her frazzled mind. She…she had been at the Ninth Circle. The private room. The two <i>celestials</i>. They - they’d tried to assault her, claiming that she was the descendant of someone named <i>Demeter</i>, and when they hadn’t stopped, when they’d rendered her weaponless and incapable of further defense, something had been unleashed, and - <br/>
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Ignius’ charred, blackened hands - the empty, blistering sockets where Azrael’s eyes had once been. Their dead bodies lying on the floor in the darkened room as Lilianna stumbled over to the velvet chaise and drifted into delirious unconsciousness. “My name,” she began shakily, and her elegant hands formed elegant little<i> fists</i> as she slowly moved up and off of the bed, and she launched herself recklessly at the first of the women that she encountered, with a decidedly feminine growl as she finished -  “is <i>Lilianna Shu Lei</i>. Not Persephone. Not <i>Demeter</i>, either, <i><b>nǐ tā mā de biǎo zi</b></i> - ”<br/>
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<i>You stuck up bitch</i>, and it came out of her in a livid serpentine hiss as she slashed her sharpened, perfectly-pointed fingertips directly across the previously-unmarred ivory of Mel’s defined cheekbone. If they wanted to confiscate her weapons, then <i>fine</i> - she’d learned the hard way throughout her time with the resistance that ensuring that she was always armed meant relying on <i>herself</i> first and foremost, and Lilianna’s first line of defense were the razor-tipped talons that gleamed dangerously from the ends of her slender, fine-boned hands. Immediately, she drew blood, and the auburn-haired goddess drew in a shocked little gasp as her own hand flew upright to trace the five claw-like gashes that Lilianna had dug angrily into the milky sateen of her pale skin. <br/>
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“Oh, I <i>like</i> her,” Thierry breathed, but all the same, she was floating effortlessly down from the air towards Lillianna, and with one quick flick of her dainty wrist, she had conjured a shimmering length of magical rope, and she used it to fastidiously bind Lilianna’s wrists behind her back, all without the use of her hands. “But this won’t do, darling - you can’t be attacking us like some sort of feral kitten. Let me see here - “<br/>
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A gentle pass of her thumb across the tops of Lilianna’s previously-sharpened fingertips, and the aforementioned<i> feral kitten’s</i> nails were smoothed down to soft, rounded slopes, and Thierry dimpled at her sweetly even as she began to march the other woman kicking and screaming towards the lavish en-suite bathroom. “You’ll feel better after a bath, Persephone, and we can explain everything to you then.”<br/>
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“I don’t want a <i>bath</i>,” Lilianna insisted hotly, but any attempts that she made to harness the mysterious, overwhelming power she had grasped at the night before failed to result in so much as a series of weak little sparks. “I want to know where I am, and why - ”<br/>
“But you need a bath. Seriously - there’s blood in your hair, and that dress of yours is going to have to be <i>burnt</i>,” Alex said with a pointed raise of both elegant brows, and she fluttered ahead of the other furies into the en-suite; lined with marble and embellished decadently with white gold, the bathroom was ever bit as divinely-regal as the rest of the surroundings. “Do you like the sound of ylang ylang and rosewater?” she continued conversationally, and with a leisurely swipe of her hand, began to fill the deep, clawfoot soaker tub to the brim with hot, steamy water, and sweetly-scented bubble bath was soon to follow, as well as an array of perfumed oils and dried flower petals.<br/>
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“Let’s get this off of you, shall we?" Thierry suggested brightly, with an insistent tug at the hem of Lilianna’s leather dress, and the younger woman tried to lunge at her again, only to be yanked firmly back by the electrified current that pinned her wrists together at the small of her back. “Now now,” the goddess chastised her like a child, and wasted no further time in undressing Lilianna from head to toe; every inch of her lush, willowy frame was soon revealed, and Thierry didn’t bother to hide her surprise as she commented, “You are a lovely little creature. Hades will be more than pleased, I’m sure.”<br/>
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Hades. <i>Paolo</i>. The two names were synonymous with one another, and Lilianna knew all too well who the celestial was referring to. <i><b>No</b></i>. “If this is about me killing his <i>men</i>,” she began furiously, even as she was led swiftly into the bath that had been readied for her - despite her fervent protests, there was no denying the soothing relief that the hot, silky-soft water had upon her sore, aching muscles, and Lilianna faltered, if only briefly, before finishing in a tremulous rush, “then you should know that they attacked me<i> first</i>.” <br/>
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“Oh, we couldn’t give two Zeuses about Azrael and Ignius.” Mel, who had already managed to seamlessly knit back together the peachy flesh of her cheek that Lilianna had shredded with her blade-sharp fingernails, appeared at the side of the tub, and she dunked her nimble hands beneath the faucet before lathering them together with a generous amount of lilac-scented shampoo. “It’s how you disposed of the bastards that makes you so fascinating. And to think, we all believed that Demeter was <i>childless</i> - ”<br/>
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“<i>Stop</i>, Mel,” Thierry shushed the prone-to-gossiping fury with a touchless splash of soapy water into her newly-healed face, and with a long-suffering sigh, knelt over the tub so that she could use a velveteen washcloth to cleanse Lilianna’s skin of all dried blood and grime; somehow, the water in the tub remained perfectly pristine even without needing to be drained and rinsed. “We’re waiting for <i>Paolo</i>, remember? Our job is to make her presentable for him, not to - ”<br/>
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“Stop. Treating. Me. Like. A. <i>Child</i>!” Even with her hands behind her back, Lilianna was able to lunge forward, and like a cornered cobra, she struck forward with her head, and reamed it as hard as she could against Thierry’s brow as she bent over to wring out her cloth. “You can tell Paolo, or <i>Hades</i>, that I’ll gladly kill <i>him </i>too if he doesn’t let me go - ”<br/>
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“<i>Persephone</i>!” With an affronted squeak, Mel yanked Lilianna under the water by the glossy lengths of her long hair that she’d been massaging conditioner into, and she held the squirming, writhing prisoner beneath the surface for several seconds, only to drag her back up when her raven-dark tresses had been rinsed clean. “You need to stop <i>doing</i> that! You’re only hurting yourself, and we<i> said </i>we’d answer your questions soon enough. For now, you need to just let us take care of you. Can you do that? Please?” <br/>
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Lilianna paused. Here she was, in an overly-large bathtub, surrounded by three <i>goddesses</i> who seemed hellbent on pampering her to death. The en-suite’s tiled floors had been drenched with water due to the sheer amount of <i>splashing</i> she’d done, and all three of the furies looked as if they’d been tussling with a disobedient housecat. “I suppose,” she said stiffly, but there was no hiding the underlying current of tense, white-hot rage evident in her voice even as she shifted reluctantly into the tub again. <br/>
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“Thank <i>Circe</i>,” Alex muttered, and disappeared from the bathroom briefly, only to return momentarily with a floor-length lingerie gown of deep, scarlet-colored silk. “You’re quite tall, but this should fit you nicely. The red will offset your coloring dramatically, and maybe if your <i>assets</i> are on display, he’ll be a little more lenient if you try to bite him.” <br/>
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“Or maybe he’d <i>like</i> that,” Mel giggled as she hoisted Lilianna’s naked, soaking-wet body out of the bathtub as if she weighed nothing at all; ignoring the other woman’s sounds of fierce protest, she began to apply a light, dewy layer of lotion, and there was something almost otherworldly about her warm, gentle fingers as they worked their way knowingly into Lilianna’s tender muscles. “That’s not so bad, is it?” <br/>
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“We’ll just dry your hair, and you’ll be good as new,” Thierry cooed, and with a simple snap of her fingers, she did just that; the long, thick locks of Lilianna’s tresses were styled into gleaming, ribbon-esque waves, until they cascaded prettily down her back like a moonlit river. “And now we’ll get you <i>dressed</i> - ” Apparently, goddesses didn’t require pesky little things like <i>undergarments</i>, and so Lilianna was made to go without; instead; she felt nothing but the buttery silk of the floor-length lingerie gown upon her soft, freshly-washed skin, and infuriatingly enough, it was the nicest thing that she had ever worn. <br/>
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“<i>Beautiful</i>,” Thierry continued, and smoothed her hands daintily over the trailing hem of Lilianna’s ensemble; there were several risque, thigh-skimming slits in the dress’ skirt, and she knew that Hades would be pleased with the way that the younger girl’s long, gorgeously-toned and sculpted legs were highlighted in rich abundance. “Absolutely beautiful. Now just be a good girl and wait for a moment longer, would you?” <br/>
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