When Athena dreamed, sooner or later she always ended up back in Paris. She didn't want to - she actually hadn't been back to the city since Odessa died, but it was still an important place in her heart. She'd witnessed her mother's murder here. She'd made her first kill here. And yet, the Eiffel Tower no longer held any sort of appeal to her, not like it had when she was a little girl. There was nothing romantic about Paris, only a reminder of death, death, and more death.
That feeling only intensified by the whisper that brushed against her ear. A soft vibration, meant to be a tease, but she knew it was anything but. "Lazarus." Oh yes, Athena knew the demon and she wanted him dead. And not just in her dreams, either. It was frustrating as all hell, knowing that this was his territory and not her own. Athena hadn't even felt him come into her dreams this time - maybe he was close. And if so, he now had an even bigger target on his head.
So her first move was to twist away from him so she was facing him. "You know you're not welcome here," she reminded him, wagging a finger in his direction. Some might have interpreted that as being playful, but now it was anything but. This was her dream. And she needed to make herself a weapon and do it now.