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-What do you want ? 

We had cornered Ara near the kitchen, and she obviously didn't want to talk to us. 

-We need to talk to you, Gabriel declared. About a serious matter. 

-I want nothing to do with you, she snapped. If you need anything, go talk to my mistress. 

I shot a look to Samael, and nodded. He smiled, got closer, and seized Ara in his arms. 

-Put me own ! She screamed. What the Hell ?!?

-First door to your left, I casually answered. Ara, we're going to take you to Gabriel and Samael's room, and we're going to have a conversation with you. Or, if you want to start screaming for someone to come and help you, Samael will take you to the ceiling of the palace's hall and promptly drop you. That would be infortunate, wouldn't it ? 

For the first time, I saw something else than smugness on Ara's face. Fear. Our plan was bout to work. 

-Fine, she sighed. But let's go to my room. Nobody will hear us there. 

Once Samael had put her down, she guided us through a multitude of small corridors and staircases that lead us to the attic of the palace, where Ara showed us her room ; a small room, only composed of a desk, a desk and a chair, and a small wardrobe. It was right under the roof. 

-It's strange that with such an enormous...and empty palace, Pandora wouldn't give her best servant a better room than one under the roof, I said without even realizing it. 

-I know, Ara answered, sitting on her small bed. I have a natural tendency to get pretentious very quickly, and Pandora understood that. So she always took her precaution so I felt like I was less than nothing and not rebel against her or something. 

-Why did the Gods put you in that place anyway ? Gabriel asked. 

-I'm here you know my story. After all, you seemed to already know Pandora's, so you must know Arachne's. 

-Ara is short for Arachne ? I exclaimed. Actually, yes, that does seem pretty logic. And yes, I do know the myth...Didn't it have something to do with spiders ? 

-Yeah...So, I was this young, stupid girl, right ? 

-That hasn't really changed, Samael intervened. 

-True. So, I was young, dumb and all that stuff, but I was also the best weaver of my area. And I started bragging everywhere that I was the best weaver ever, even better than the goddess Athena herself. 

-Ooooooh, I cringed. Well, that's a bad idea. 

-That's the spirit. But, as mentioned previously, I was stupid. Even when Athena tried to stop me by transforming into an old lady and told me that maybe I should stop provoking the Gods, I proved how stupid I was by saying that if Athena wanted me to stop, than maybe she should show up so we could have a competition and find out who truly was the best. She immediatly relvealed herself, and it was too late for me. But she was fair, and organized the weaving competition. At this point, I could have probably still save my poor ass by weaving something classic, maybe by loosing on purpose. But no, I did the worst thing possible. While Athena weaved the myth of the creation of Athenes and how her and Poseidon fought for it, I was the most tactless person in history and weaved about 15 different moments in which Poseidon and Zeus -so her uncle and kinda father- fooled around with women. Needless to say, it was the worst idea ever. While Athena recognized my weaving skills, she got very mad in front of what I had produced and tore it appart. I took it very badly ; the goddess had rejected me, and the people of my city mocked me. I became very depressed, up to the point where I was ready to take my own life. At the very last moment, Athena took me in pity and transformed me into a spider.