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<i>El Noveno Circulo</i> was Barcelona’s most well-known nightclub, but its infamous reputation wasn’t one that was regularly celebrated. If there was a need for anything shady, underhanded, or downright <i>illegal, </i>then it would be easily found within the establishment that seemed to live and breathe with its own grinding pulse and relentless blood flow; whether it was women, weapons, or drugs, all of it was for sale within the Ninth Circle, and for an exuberant fee, thanks to the people in charge of selling the aforementioned wares. It was to no great surprise to anyone in the resistance that the celestials had dipped their clawed fingers into the trafficking game, and even less shocking was the fact that they were <i>damned</i> good at it. Lilianna had lost track of the amount of humans that had gone missing within the last year, fellow members of the rebellion included, and she had an awful, sinking suspicion that the same men in charge also had something to do with her mother’s death almost ten years ago. Everything made sense; all of the thorned, twisted roads led her right back to the deepest, darkest depths of hell. <br/>
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And so that was why she was here tonight. Santiago hadn’t wanted to send her out on her own - that was how they’d lost their<i> last</i> comrade - but Lilianna had insisted that the risks that accompanied her solo venture were far outweighed by the potential of being discovered if they decided to attend as a pair. It was the busiest night of the year; tourist season was in full swing, and it was a beautiful, balmy summer night - <i>El Noveno Circulo</i> catered to only the most exclusive of clientele, but Lilianna had avoided the curated guest list entirely in favor of finding herself a position on the staff instead. Cocktail waitresses and bottle girls were in high demand, and she knew all too well the effect that her foreign, exotic appearance had on her chances of being hired. Large, luminous almond-shaped eyes that shone with almost feline-like intensity beneath the full moon, pale, porcelain skin that was as smooth and as soft as the finest china - <br/>
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All that it took was the right dress; skin-tight and snug, the jet-black leather clung intimately to the elegant curves of Lilianna’s lithe frame, the clinging hem stopping around mid-thigh to bare the entirety of her long, graceful legs and the red-bottomed stiletto heels that only added to her graceful height. Her dark, glossy hair fell to the inward dip of her waist like an infinity of stars, and wound around one of her slender arms was a gleaming gold whip; she’d been patted down thoroughly at the entranceway for weapons, but the bouncer had mistaken this one in particular for a unique piece of jewelry, and he’d completely missed the razor-sharp butterfly blades that she’d tucked away in the thigh-high holster that her corseted dress just barely kept hidden. <br/>
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She wasn’t as heavily-armed as Santiago would have preferred, but years and years of training alongside both of her parents meant that Lilianna’s body was as whetted and well-honed as any weapon. Her fighting style was a study in sleek femininity and agility; sleek, nimble, and dexterous, she was often mistaken for a dancer due to how light on her feet she was, and tonight, she used that misconception to her advantage. The Ninth Circle was busier than she had ever seen it during all of the times that she Santiago had staked out the unscrupulous establishment, and Lilianna had long ago lost track of just how many top-shelf bottles of liquor she had delivered to tables and booths that were filled to bursting with drunken celestials urging her to <i>sit down and take a shot with us, won’t you, darling? You’re</i> gorgeous<i>; look at your </i>eyes - <br/>
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To them, she was the same as all humans. A source of pleasure or amusement - a worthless little <i>plaything</i> whose value was determined solely by what she could do with them in the scant amount of time before they decided whether they wanted to kill her or not. She could barely look at them without wanting to draw back the rosy swell of her upper lip and bare her teeth at them; every salacious glance and unwanted comment had Lilianna’s fine-boned hands aching to slip beneath the hem of her dress and reach for her blade - all it would have taken was one swift movement to drag the razor-sharp edge across their disgusting throats, to bleed them <i>dry</i>… <br/>
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Except that it wasn’t that simple at all - it never was when it came to the <i>celestials</i>, and the death of her mother had been proof of that alone. Still, she’d come out tonight with a purpose, and she found it in the form of two lower-ranking gods seated near the back of the club. Theirs were names that had come up countless times in Santiago’s war room: Azrael and Ignius, a pair of corrupt businessmen who’d made generous investments into <i>El Noveno Circulo</i>’s seemingly-endless bank account. Lilianna needed a place to start her investigation, and this was it - the more intel that she was able to coax out of the slimy bastards, the closer she would get to the crux of it all, the mysteriously-shadowed leader of the celestials himself. <i>Hades</i>.<br/>
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“Gentlemen,” Lilianna demurred with a deceptively-angelic smile and a flutter of her long, dark eyelashes as she approached Azrael and Ignius; already, both men had a scantily-clad woman draped across their respective laps, but she saw the way that their eyes widened with clear interest as they took in the sight of <i>Lilianna</i> instead. “My manager wanted me to stop by and pay our respects to you. They were so thrilled to see your arrival tonight.” With a sensuous bend of one pale, moonlit arm, she revealed to them the thousand-dollar bottle of champagne that she had pilfered from behind the bar - by the time the aforementioned <i>manager</i> realized that it was missing, Lilianna would already be long gone. “Would you allow me to open it for you?”<br/>
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Azrael spoke first, a devilish twist of a smirk already spreading across his pointed face as he all but purred, “Yes, sweetheart, but not here. A bottle like<i> that</i> - ” He wasn’t looking at the champagne, however; Lilianna could feel the repulsive warmth of his gaze as it ran up and down the length of her toned and nubile body without shame. “ - should be enjoyed in <i>private</i>. You can bring us to one of the VIP rooms, yeah?” At his side, Ignius nodded in earnest agreement, and with a careless swat to her ass, he shooed away the girl that had been perched in his lap; as she left along with her friend, she shot Lilianna a dirty, venomous look.<br/>
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“Think you can handle the both of us?” Ignius asked with a quirk of an auburn brow, and Lilianna forced herself not to react instinctively as she felt one of his strong arms wind its way around her petite waist; he drew her in close, and nuzzled his face down into the crook of her neck to inhale her cherry blossom and vanilla scent deeply. “Pretty little oriental thing. You speak English?” <br/>
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“Obviously, Ignius, did you not just hear her?” Azrael scoffed, and finished his remaining scotch with one fluid flick of his wrist before he stood as well; with just a few powerful strides, he crossed over to the side of Lilianna’s body that his co-conspirator wasn’t already occupying, and began to urge her towards the back of the club that he’d mentioned prior, where the privately-sequestered suites were. It wasn’t ideal - Lilianna had been hoping that they’d be fine with her slinking into their booth, but the prospect of being alone with two hopped-up gods…<br/>
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But it would be worth it. It <i>had</i> to be worth it. “<i>Shì de</i>, sirs. Of course.” Every bone in Lilianna’s body, every taut, graceful sinew and exposed nerve - all of it was vibrating with murderous intent; she wanted nothing more than to uncoil the glimmering chainwhip from around her arm and use it to throttle both men to death. But they weren’t men. They weren’t <i>mortals</i>. They were stronger than she was,<i> faster</i> than she was, and supercharged with divine powers and abilities that, despite their lowered ranking, still would have been enough to decimate the entire club. <br/>
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So she would get them drunk, then - they were already halfway there, and <i>Ignius</i> had wiped at his hooked nose enough times for Lilianna to realize that he’d indulged in a fair amount o<i>f other</i> party favors as well. “Right this way,” she continued with the same saccharine smile, and brought one slender, shapely leg in front of the other as she led them into the room that they had requested. Small, secluded, and lined with black velvet couches and illuminated only by a set of torch-like lamps that ran along the crimson-red walls like a line of fire, both men made themselves comfortable, exchanging a pair of shit-eating grins as they settled in.<br/>
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And with that, the games had begun. <br/>
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