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[i]"Well what else was I to expect, the children of the gods in poem and myth never knew true peace"[/i] Thought Lilith with a sigh.

She was the daughter of the negotiator Goddess, she with the silver tongue, the seducer, servant to Aphrodite; some how she'd fooled herself into thinking those here would have not expected much more from her than she be a good listener which as part of being thought a good speaker, a seductress.

She was aware of how the daughters of love were thought of, people who loved knew passion and passion wasn't just about the fluffy sex kittens but the artist, the poet and the warrior. Lilith hated the idea that the gods saw fit to abuse her right to free will and while she'd been a bit swayed by her mother she was also her own woman; just ask her dad.

The worst thing of all about the entire situation was the way they were all segregated, even eating they were segregated, this was a common mess; a place that what amounted to as the village of the Heroes, the Demigods. Here was a chance to learn from the mistakes of their parents the gods.

[i] "I miss Velma, Kitty and Ura"[/i] she lamented as she focused on the fact she had no house mates and no real friends or acquaintances.