A Woman of Science

Bernedette Fowler, prefers to be called Dette. 28 years of age, a Scorpio, born on the All Hallow's Eve. | Herbalist and Adviser to king Arthur Wymond | Hecate |

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Walking in as he took a seat across from Hecate, watching her as he could see the the smile on her dark features. Raising a brow “When I have souls to deliver I do my best to come down.” the underworld wasn’t his favorite place, even if he enjoyed the darkness. He liked to stick with his usual tricks and thievery.

“Well, then it seems mortals have discovered a way to prolong their lifespan. Or the Fates are being naughty again, with their eternal games.” Hecate sighed, shaking her head ever so slightly. Neither of the ideas excited her, to be fair. Mortals were becoming far too obsessed with power, and the became something evil and corrupted. She didn’t like seeing them terrorize their own kind for too long. “Now, tell me. What is new on Olympus?”

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He gave her a small smile, letting her engulf him in a hug. Even as he grew, she always had a presence that seemed to fill the room.

“Hello Hecate. It’s nice to see you as well.”

“I swear to all the Gods, Zagreus, every time I see you, you become more and more like your dear mother. With your father’s strong will.” She smiled softly, moving from the hug as she invited him in. “Comes it with me. You must tell me everything what happened.”

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She looked a little surprised of the goddess’ knowledge about her. She went further into the room and took place beside the goddess. “I am afraid he would not wish to read my letter and simply get rid of it,” she confessed. Ariadne had no idea how her husband had reacted to her death, but she imagined that he was mad to come extent. She could not blame him, she had broken her promise to never leave him. “Maybe Hermes would be so kind. We were friends before I died.” It was still weird to say. She was dead, in many ways she had ceased to exist.

“I highly doubt dear Dionysus would react like that. When people die, their loved ones become more forgiving than ever. Even if you have angered him, he would read your letter.” Hecate gently smiled, offering the shy woman a drink. “Yes, he certainly will.” She nodded, before asking: “Would you mind telling me how did you die? Sometimes, thinking back to that final moment liberates the soul. It might help you be more at ease, and come to the terms of your passing.”

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She’s surprised the woman appears to know who she is, though the Underworld has shown to be a place full of the unexpected. “Hecate.” She repeats the name with a nod, glancing up to her. “You live here? In the Underworld, I mean?” She asks, watching her with curiosity. At her invitation, she quickly moves closer, a small smile appearing as she nods her head in thanks. “It is nice to meet you, my lady.”

“Yes, I do. These are my chambers.” Hecate titled her head, before conjuring a comfy sofa opposing her own, for the young goddess to sit, motioning with her hand to join her by the window. “Pleasure is all mine, I assure you. Now, tell me. How much do you dislike this place?”

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It was almost gratifying to see that she had at least ruined her grand-daughter’s mood. If nothing else, she knew that she had at least had some temporary effect, which was entirely petty considering she did love the goddess, and her son. However, anger never had made her a kind person. “Unwise to play the blame game?” she repeated softly, a somewhat dangerous tone to her voice. “I am not pretending that I did nothing to hurt your father, but you were not supposed to leave him too! You are his daughter! You owe him loyalty.” And though she had managed to stay angry thus far and continue to stare daggers (going so far as to follow Hecate as she closed the door), in the pause that followed her first set of statements, her gaze skittered away from the other, expression pained as it always was when she thought of Pallas. Still, she didn’t crumple entirely, which was a feat of its own all things considered. “I know exactly what I have done. I have yet to forgive myself, and I don’t think I ever will. But Pallas haunts me,” it was softly said, pain and grief that had yet to be resolved coloring and tinting ever word.

“Cry me a river, Eurybia.” Hecate spat out, her stare cold and almost unnaturally dark. “I have had it enough with all of your hypocrisy. You fled. You saw Titans were about to lose, so you fled. Don’t you dare speak of loyalty to me! You have none of it!” She nearly screamed. Hecate was tired and weary of all the arguments, and she was honestly so done with everybody’s shit. Her grandmother had no rights to call on her on this. “Do you think it was easy for me? Watching your children, my parents, and everyone I was ever close to, engage in bloodshed? Do you think I’ve enjoyed watching Athena killing my uncle? My betrayal hurts me, but I will not stand with lies and deceit, even if it comes from family. Family you abandoned like a coward. So don’t you dare speak of loyalty and betrayal to me, don’t you dare barging in here like you have any rights to scold me and patronize me. I left them because I trust Zeus, because in this matter he was right. You left because you only ever care for yourself, and rotting in Tartarus, with your family, wasn’t an option for you. I can’t imagine how your betrayal hurts. More than mine, anyway. I have only hurt my parents. You? You have destroyed everyone.”

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Where is Peace-- { Greek Week}

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“They might as well,” Hestia sighed before shrugging. As much as she wished for peace, Hestia wouldn’t know what to do if her fellow family members weren’t squabbling normally. It’d became such a norm unfortunately. “No, nothing of that altitude yet. Though, I have a feeling if they keep this up, Apollo might just release them by himself. He’s horribly upset with everyone right now.”

Hecate arched her eyebrow, as slight amusement twitched the corner of her lips. “Apollo? Upset? Did his lyre break?” She couldn’t help but to chuckle. “The gentle God, to unleash Keres. What did I miss, dear Hestia?”

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Thanatos let out a sigh. “Indeed. I am afraid that it will not. Mortals seem to crave it as they crave oxygen.” He said, shaking his head. The air was indeed blood scented. Like mist carries the smell of fire, this air was full of the stench of spilled blood. “It is not me who they worship. They most likely fear me most of all. I am the one who is called upon in prayers but not in other rituals.” He replied. “It is quite alright.” He replied, stonily. There was almost nothing that moved him when it came to emotions. “I understand. It is indeed rather tiresome if all their arguments end like this.” He said, motioning around them. He noticed her smile but didn’t react. “I have been as I have always been, thank you for asking. How about yourself?” Thanatos nodded. “It has been quite some time indeed.”

“mortals are lately crazed by the smell of blood. I wonder if it is their own desire, or the Gods are influencing them, feeding them hate in their dreams.” She wondered out loud, mostly voicing it to herself, before hearing his question.”I have been rather fine, but these new rituals are troubling me. Humans are getting rather imaginative when it comes to sacrifices.”

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Opening the door, his eyes fell upon Hecate, he could practically see the darkness washing over her figure. Hermes had come to lead the souls to the underworld, so it was no mystery that he’d find her there. “Thought I’d pay a visit among my travels to the Underworld.”

“Well, it is always lovely to see you, Hermes. Do come in.” Hecate conjured an armchair, opposing the one she was seated on, and gestured the god to join her by the window. “It has been awhile since you’ve visited.” She almost pouted.

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Walking through the corridors, Zagreus let his dark colors fly out behind him, like a ribbon in the wind. He hadn’t seen Hecate in a while, but he always found her to be a nice company whenever he was frustrated or simply bored. He had known her since he was a child, and to him, she had never changed. Pushing open the door, he nodded slightly to her. “Hecate.”

“Zagreus, my dear! What leads you to these quarters of the Underworld?” Hecate arose from her chair, walking over to the god, and giving him a light hug.

“Please, do come in. It is lovely to see you.”

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He lets out a low chuckle, despite himself, he did find the situation quite amusing. Glancing at Hecate, he shrugs at her. “Let us settle for all three, and dispose of the idea of rationality for a moment. Let me be the judge of whether all this racket is worth it.”

Hecate shook her head slightly, before sighing. “Fine, you are the boss here. I just hope you know what you are doing. Persephone isn’t as delicate as she may seem. She is Zeus and Demeter’s daughter, after all.”

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“Of course not, Hecate. Does it matter? I don’t even bother with their names anymore, she’s some whore from Athens. That’s all I need to know, you know, besides where I can find her.”

“Hera, darling. I highly doubt you should be concerned about his amorous quests. You know how bored he gets. Besides, I can always brew him a -- lowering tea if you know what I’m saying.” Hecate allowed herself a mischievous smirk. After the Titans fell, there wasn’t much fun to do. Especially around ever-brooding Hades and the gloom of the Underworld. Though, the Lampades and other nymphs were kinda fun.

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“Glad you think so, Hecate. Perhaps one day you might join me in one of those adventures.”

“I would gladly! Stop by the Underworld next time you decide on doing something fun, or send Hermes to fetch me.” She chuckled softly.

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There were not really a lot of emotions that Thanatos felt, which due to his occupation was a good thing. If he eve remotely felt something, he pushed it down. Once a feeling worms its way into one’s heart it is almost impossible to get rid off. As he stood on the battlefield, assessing all the souls that were being transported he noticed Hecate stood next to him. “It is not a must but it does not hurt any one either.” He had not problems with being alone but a little company did occasionally lighten the mood. “Indeed, and fuelled by their blood lust there is a lot of damage that a army of mortals can do.”

“Sometimes I wonder does the blood lust ever end, my dear friend.” She sighed, involuntarily inhaling the blood scented air. Hate and death always smelled the same -- like rust. They probably even felt the same. “Mortals worship us, and this is how we repay them for the sacrifices? By ripping them to shreds. ” Hecate exhaled irritatedly, before shaking her head. “Pardon my manners, my dear. The perpetual arguments between the Gods tire me.” Turning her head slightly to the side to glance at him, she allowed a small smile to spray across her lips. “How have you been, my friend? I didn’t have the pleasure of seeing you often.”

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As Hecate spoke, Hestia couldn’t help but smile gently. It was nice to have someone on her side who hated wars just as much as she did. “No intrusion at all, Hecate. I do appreciate normal company aside from my siblings who continue their petty squabbles.” Hestia hummed, before turning towards the other. “Come in, please. We’ll eat and complain about how stupid everything has been lately to our hearts content. And to answer your question, no. Unfortunately it’s only getting worse, if that’s possible.”

Hecate smiled widely to the offer, and entered the kitchen, walking over to the counted to be closer to the goddess. “My heart would be content after an eon of pouting, and knowing our dear Gods... They might as well fight as long.” She sighed, shaking her head. “How worse? Have they unleashed the Keres? I haven’t seen them in the Underworld.” Hecate spoke concernedly, her brows furrowing ever so slightly.

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To say that she didn’t hear things despite her recently self-imposed solitude would be untrue. News travelled and eventually, the news that mattered made its way to her ears. She had heard that Krios and Astraeus were imprisoned in Tartarus, she knew that Perses was actively being hunted, and she heard that Hecate switched sides, defecting to the Olympians. It was entirely hypocritical of her considering she had done the same (though for her it was different because it more like reverting rather than defecting), but it was that news that angered her most. The anger was enough to stir her from her solitude, if only for as long as it would last and she made the journey to the Underworld.

It had taken time to find her way to Hecate’s chambers in the Underworld, more time for her to manage the restraint to only knock rather than burst into the room uninvited. Still, as soon as she was invited, she ignored the light smile and didn’t bother to search for a seat in favor of staring daggers at Perses’s daughter. “What have you done!?”

Smile left the goddess’ lips as soon as her grandmother spoke. “I find it unwise to play the blame-game here, Eurybia.” She spoke, getting up from the chair, and walking over to where the woman stood. “Or must I remind you of what have you done?” Hecate circled around the goddess, closing the door in the process and returning the dagger-like stare.

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Persephone had spent the day exploring the castle of the Underworld, trying to memorise the twists and turns of the corridors, what was hidden behind each door. There was one door, however, that seemed to be drawing her closer - she felt as if there was something within there that was quite different from the others, something other than lifeless souls or an empty space. And so, when she knocked upon the wood and a voice spoke back to her, she could not help her subtle surprise. Cautiously, she opened the door, taking a few steps inside until she noticed the woman looking in her direction. “I… I am sorry to disturb you.” Were the first words that had escaped her, before her curiosity won over manners and she couldn’t help the next question. “But… who are you?”

Hecate saw the resemblance. Plus, both Hades and Zeus filled her in on what happened. “I am quite delighted we finally meet, daughter of Demeter and Zeus. My name is Hecate. Please, come and join me.” The goddess arose from her seat, and joined the startled, doe-eyed goddess, welcoming her to her quarters.

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Ariadne had imagined peace when she died; it somehow was a consolation that she no longer was among the living. She did worry about Dionysus whom she had abandoned. She had been drawn to Hecate’s quarters and before she knew it, she was invited in. She awkwardly curtsied before the goddess - despite being married to one, she still found it odd and intimidating being around gods. “Hecate, I’m sorry for intruding,” she said with her head bowed. “I am, or I suppose, was Ariadne, wife of Dionysus. Is there any way of leaving him a message?”

Hecate let a small smile play on her lips, upon seeing the obvious awkwardness when the dead girl bowed. “I am quite aware who you are, Ariadne, wife of Dionysus.” She spoke gently, gesturing the girl to join her by the window. “Yes, there is. I could ask Hermes to deliver one for you, or Iris. They visit us often. You can write him a letter if that would be easier for you.”