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And now for part two:

. Finally when they exited the cramped passage, they were let out deep beneath the castle, with several different demons running about.
“What do you wish for my lord?” One of the smaller demons, an imp if Shiva was correct, came up to the duo.
“Bring Heilios to me. I need a special mark for my new toy, one that will never fade.” Lace chuckled as he smirked. The imp merely nodded and flew to get this Heilios creature. Shiva tugged her hands against Lace’s huge fists, but to no avail. They felt like steel traps, unbreakable. A meeker demon approached them, he almost looked angelic with such a sweet face, but the little stubs on his head gave away his heritage as demonic.
“You summoned me, my lord?” The boy Heilios’ voice was soft and gentle with a slight edge to it. It reminded Shiva of an arpsichord, those glass instruments which such sweet music was played.
“I need you to make a special ink to mark my newest concubine. She is of the gods and any normal mark would merely heal and fade away. Also, I want it so that the gods can’t find her so long as she bears my mark.” Black Lace commanded the meek little demon. Heilios scurried away to complete his task. Shiva was ready to kill the man which held her prisoner, but with her powers gone she was as weak as a normal human female. She hated feeling weak and captured; she was a goddess who could never be tamed! Hell, none of the gods had ever succeeded in bedding her, which meant that this Black Lace would take away her virginity! That thought clawed its way up her spine, chilling her to the core. She didn’t want this...devil to take that away from her. With a renewed vigor she fought against the hands that held her. Her thrashing must have alerted Lace because he turned his attention to her.
“Getting antsy are we? Are you so impatient to be bedded?” Lace chuckled as he brought Shiva into an iron embrace, trapping her against his well-muscled chest.
“You only wish. I won’t let you do such a thing to me!” She hissed as she wiggled about in his arms. This close proximity was making her nervous, if she didn’t tread carefully, she was sure to fall into a trap of words and mind. Before Lace could continue Heilios returned with a couple bowls filled with different colored inks.
“Imp-Emalia, fetch the hellkite cuffs and a table and chairs for Heilios and my new pet. I wish for her to be marked as soon as possible so I may bed her tonight. Heilios I leave you to your task. Once finished send her to the West wing where the others are and have them prep her for tonight.” With his final command he handed Shiva over to the meek looking devil. He held her gently but firm, as if knowing if he loosened his grip a fraction, Shiva would dart as quickly as a hare being chased by a fox. Soon enough the female imp returned with the requested items. Shiva’s hands and feet were bound then was forced to be seated in the wooden chair brought for her. Heilios pulled up his chair and withdrew a needle from his pocket. The cuffs were thin and loose enough to slide up and down Shiva’s forearm, but their power over her kept her feeling weak. Heilios gently took her right wrist and laid it out across the table between them. He pushed the cuff up her arm and quickly dipped the needle into the black ink first. As the needle entered her skin she knew something was wrong. Her skin burned like hellfire was just underneath and flooded her veins. It took all she had not to scream out in pain. Heilios must have sensed her pain and worked quickly, the needle flowing in and out of her skin like the waters of a cool brook. After hours of what felt like torture to Shiva, the tattoo was finished. A white daisy surrounded by lace sat on her wrist now. She looked closer only to see her new captor’s name scrawled within the lace itself. Shiva resisted the urge to itch the new mark, knowing it would only enflame it more.
“The ink was mixed with holy water and some of my master’s blood. Now you are undetectable from gods and if my master flares his power the tattoo will begin to burn which will spread throughout your body. It’s merely if you step out of line and only works if you’re within fifty feet of him. Imp-Emalia will take you to be bathed and dressed now.” He merely told her as he gathered the leftover inks and his needle. Shiva wasn’t sure she could even walk after all that had happened. As she tried to lift herself off her chair, the world began to spin, leaving the poor goddess to stumble about, tripping over various things. Without any warning her world went black just as she started to fall to the floor.