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Erebus clicked his tongue. “Just look at you. Covered in blood and bruises. You are very unsightly.”
“And whose fault do you think that is?” Lucy said tiredly struggling to her feet when the deity entered the room.
“Yours of course. Your disobedience is the cause of your pain and suffering. Like now… you still refuse to put the clothes on that I have given you. I’m sure your mates' scent has almost disappeared completely from the dress you have on. No sentimental reason to leave it on.”
“I’d rather wear this old dress that smells than to wear your clothes with your scent on them.”
“Oh, Lucy… I’m going to have to teach you another l
