"Can you two at least help me out of here before you... 'Poof'?"

"Poof...?"

"Go home, leave the mortal world, ask your Gods to take you back wherever it is that you normally live?"

"... You really don't know anything about Celestials, do ya kid?" Cassandra gives the young man a dull stare.

"We cannot go back. Not yet, at least." Persephone explains, as each word slow and almost confused by his apparent lack of knowlege, "Contact, much less outright travel, between the planes requires immense power, the sort that even the Gods are hesitant to part with. Even for their servants."

"'Specially not when two of those 'Servants' have spent the last who-the-fuck-knows lezzing it up with the enemy."

"... Yes. So, in short-"

"We ain't goin' anywhere, kid." The Succubus smirks, "You'll just have to put up with us~"