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ℂ𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕓𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕤 at his escritoire in the spacious study, browsing through various pieces of paperwork. His orbs continuously flowing from one sheet to the next.
Athena is sitting on one of the leather armchairs, precisely across from him, her legs overflowing from one armrest and her head gently resting against the black hide.
Her ember locks, similar to the flames in the fire-place beside them, burst around in all directions. She has a novel in her hand, quietly reading the text in her head.
As moments pass on, she finishes the very last page of her book. She then closes it and sets it on the glass table beside her. She notices that Caliban is in deep contemplation, a puzzling expression rattling his features.
"You know, Pandemonium will always carry a special place in my heart."
He looks up from the substantial stack of papers on his desk, "Yeah, and why is that?"
"Well, it is where my family is from, my bloodline."
He studies her delicate face for a moment, curious as to what she will say next.
"But more importantly it is the place where I first fucked you, right on display for anyone to watch, and is the place where I will continue fucking you for all of eternity, above the hell-fires,"
"Oh, really? You say that with such confidence, darling," he teases, chuckling, looking back at the prints in front of him.
She rolls her eyes, as a smile grows on the corners of her mouth.
She sits up confidently, removing her legs from the armrest, her mane sticking to her exposed back. "Because I know deep down that it is veracious,"
"It is the location where you first wedged your being into my dark heart, and no matter what I try to do, I cannot seem to rinse you from it."
Their eyes meet again, various emotions exploding from both of their orbs.
"And what I feel when I'm around you, it terrifies me because I've never felt this way before. It is so foreign and warm, and I don't know what to do with it, how to process it-" she rambles on, her eyes fall to the ground in fear.
"Hey! Look at me, Athena. You are a goddess, you do not look to the ground!" He booms, her brown orbs meeting his.
"I feel the same way Athena, and it scares me too. I've never done monogamous romantic relationships. I had a preference of one-night stands since my inception. You're changing me, and I'm trying to adapt,"
She nods in agreement and stands up off of the armchair, smoothing out her fabrics.
She saunters over to Caliban, and sits on top of his writing-desk, closing the distance between them.
