GODDESS OF WITCHCRAFT & NECROMANCY

"Like the naked leads the blind, I know I'm selfish, I'm unkind. Sucker love — I always find someone to bruise and leave behind. All alone in space and time, there's nothing here — but what here's mine." Hecate — Infernal Army.

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Six fucking devils stepped up playing brave God Had the fucking nerve to try and enter my grave yard I'm the Ryzarector, be my sacrifice Commit suicide and I'll bring you back to life

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"Eventually…" Mania said in an airy voice. "I wonder how long that could be." She laughed before hardening her facial expression. "Side lines? The war has been brought to my home and I have opted not to change my way of life. I am not on the sidelines, I’m just choosing not to let this war dictate what I do. I am not as easily swayed as others." Mania raised her eyebrows. "I work for no one." 

Mania laughed a little with a small shrug. “That depends on the individual, now doesn’t it?” 

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"Hopefully soon, Mania. This warring is as tedious to I as it is to you. The faster they wield to Hades will, the easier things will be for the majority." Hecate, despite her self, smiled. "Do as you please, spirit. But be warned, Hades is likely not to be forgiving of the neutrals. And only a fool would not aggravate his wrath."

"If you ask me, the Infernal are quite the interesting bunch." 

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We are yet to be contested.

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Tell Me About It | Hecate

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             Megaera eyed Hecate somewhat warily as the goddess lowered herself next to her. The woman had a large, deep, gash in her forearm and was covering it with her hand. Megaera didn’t object to Hecate’s company. She was one of few remaining beings that Meg could still stand to be around, and after all they were on the same side in this war.

         “Honestly… I don’t think I was thinking,” Meg said as she sighed and leaned back on her palms, “She just got to me on a very personal level. She made me question everything about my life and said some things that I never want to hear again. She threw every bad thing I’ve ever done, every terrible decision, back in my face with one word. No woman should have that kind of power.”

         Megaera looked up at the setting sky and clenched her hands into fists. Remembering the incident and the things Persephone had said to her brought all of that rage, all of that self-loathing back to  the surface. She turned to Hecate. The goddess was clutching her wound and Megaera could see it improving.

She smiled a wicked smile at the goddess, “I’d do it again though. So help me, I would do the exact same thing if the situation played out once more. Even if I knew how it would all end. I wouldn’t change a thing. Part of me thinks the spoiled bitch finally got what was coming to her.”

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Drying blood caked Hecate's fingers and arm, the wound halfway healed. "Maybe that is the issue precisely. You weren't thinking." Her words were not harsh, slightly berating — though not cruel. Fierce brown eyes flickered over Megaera's features, listening to her speak with pursed lips. "Being the Queen to the King of the Underworld certainly has it's perks. I'm not surprised she uses the position to degrade those she doesn't think worthy. Despite what she has to say, you are absolutely worthy, Megaera. You are a valuable asset to this war and to Hades just as I." Hecate was not a woman whom placed herself on a pedestal, and whole heartedly believed that every component of the Infernal Army was just as useful as the next.

A flicker of sympathy flashed across the Goddesses's solemn face. "Nonetheless, Meg, you should not let her get to you. Persephone is a sad, lifeless woman. Her words are only a reflection of the person she truly is, and that is an undesirable one at best." Hecate wondered how Hades managed to go on blindly to the Queen's vicious side. The innocence was a front, tainted by the contempt she felt for the Underworld and it's inhabitants. 

"She's a bitter shell of a Goddess, and is more like Hades than she'd like to admit." Hecate pulled her fingers away from the wound that had healed as if it was never there, save for the blood left it it's wake. Her sight once again found Megaera, simpering into a small smile at her words.

"I don't doubt you would, foolish fury," the woman chimed, her tone one remnant of playfullness. "And — if it were not for my concern of what Hades has in store for you, child, I'd likely commend you on the act." The smile widened ever so slightly, unable to tame it in the face of Meg's cursing. "In truth, I am regretful I was not present to witness it."

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“It may not seem like one, but it is still a city and it is still mine. Hades may have destroyed much of it, but he has not destroyed all its inhabitants and I find new survivors every day," she replied, Hecate’s words having no effect on her. "I hear the sound of Athens fighting, of its people grieving for their losses but standing tall and fighting back. Mortals have more courage than you do, Hecate." At the other goddesses words, Athena threw her head back and laughed. For a moment, she could do nothing but that. "Oh Hecate, I forget how young and stupid you are. I’m Zeus’s oldest child, I have lived through gods and goddesses a thousand times more powerful than you, I have battled in wars, I have brought our kind to their knees. You think your little undead army can do me any harm?" She was more than a little amused by Hecate’s threat. "Let them come.”

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"Cling to your fallen city as desperately as you'd like, Athena. Oh, by the Gods," Hecate exclaimed, her eyes flickering in a apathetic roll. "All you and your kin do is brag about yourselves. Does it ever get tedious talking of one's self so highly? Of hearing one's own name and title repeatedly?" Another eye roll was executed, listening to the Goddess continue to speak of herself and her feats. "I'm going to stop you there," she cut the woman off mid-sentence, "because though you clearly enjoy the sound of your own voice, I do not. Insult me if you must, but I do not feel to reciprocate your petty name-calling games." Hecate was a clinical woman, void of emotion more often than not. Her toned shoulders came up in an indifferent shrug, "do you harm or not, they certainly have their way with the mortals. And where you cut down ten of them, there is a hundred more waiting to be raised." She stepped nimbly through the rubble, navigating gracefully around the woman and her spear. "Very well. Happy hunting, Athena." Hecate chimed, leaving her to deal with the undead as she continued on.

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“And I do not take kindly to unwelcome quests in my city, Hecate. So it appears we’re at an impasse," Athena replied, her spear not moving from its position. The rest of her body stayed the same as well; ready for an attack, ready to attack. Athena had little opinion of Hecate. But then again, she had little opinion of most the others. "However, I am in a somewhat forgiving mood today so I’ll allow you to leave without a fight.”

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The Goddess cocked an eyebrow, eyes tracing over the ruins that surrounded them. "City?" Hecate questioned, amusement in her tone. "I'd hardly call this a city anymore." A laugh, though clearly not harbouring any humour or jest found it's way from her mouth. She raised a hand in the air, tilting her head to one side, "do you not hear that, Athena? The moans, the marching, the death. This city belongs to Hades and the undead now.. - and a particularly vicious bunch of the raised are following in toe of me as we speak. And while that spear and stance of yours is amusing, any wound you give me will heal. But when they arrive, outnumber you, and rip the flesh from your body? Well, we'll see how well you heal from that."

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Ready or not, here I come, you can't hide Gonna find you, and take it slowly Ready or not, here I come, you can't hide Gonna find you, and make you want me

I play my enemies like a game of chess, where I rest No stress, if you don't smoke sess, lest I must confess, my destiny's manifest

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Mythology | Hecate

I will meet you in the dreamscape, at the gateway full of black obsidian eyes watching and smoky mirrors, skeleton keys and blazing copper torches Escape with  your skin, escape while you still can Denying Death as your escort- embodying the medicine of the red snake With one foot in the underworld and one foot in the wild wood [x]

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Athena had spent most of the day walking through the wreckage of Athens, a city with which she held a special bond. To see it destroyed in such a way left the goddess wondering how the mortals had faired. From the faint scent of blood that lingered in the air like a constant reminder, she knew that it was unlikely they faired well. Hearing the crunching of rubble, she pulled out her spear and turned, posed for attack. “Who goes there?" 

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Hecate watched Athena turn after her deliberate loud trudge over the gravel beneath her feet that was once Athens. Regarding the woman before her with an unfiltered rage in her eye, though the entirety of her demeanour was sickeningly calm. Athena, her daddy's favourite. Just as high and mighty and incessantly irritating as the rest of them. Though they shared a bond over the humans that Hecate once used to thrive off, and now mercilessly slaughtered. It was a long moment before the Goddess spoke, "I suggest you lower your spear, Athena. I do not take kindly to weapons aimed in my direction."

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Nothing will stand in my way.

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           Megaera waltzed through the ruined streets of Athens, taking in the destruction around her. She made her way up a hill to an abandoned farmhouse and finally came to a halt when she reached a half wall. She took a seat on the remains and looked down at her hands. She wasn’t necessarily proud of herself for striking the Queen of the Underworld, but her palms tingled with a snide sense of satisfaction.

            The way that Persephone had spoken to her had just ignited a rage in her that she’d felt only a handful of times. The other times had almost all involved the woman’s father. Meg wondered for a moment if it was something about the family that rubbed her the wrong way.

            She crossed her legs as she leaned back on the wall and let out a deep sigh. She looked out over the horizon of the city and watched as smoke billowed from the remains of buildings. The sun was setting and the sky was a glorious mix of pinks, oranges and reds. The smoke rose to the clouds and mixed in with the colors, sullying them in a way.

           She watched as a woman’s silhouette approached slowly. Megaera smirked as she recognized the figure. Meg rolled her eyes, but gave the woman as warm of a smile as she could muster as she came face to face with her.

             “It’s good to see you, Hecate,” she said, “I suppose you’ve heard what has happened?”

[hecate-the-callous]

Hecate had suffered a particularly nasty wound to her forearm, at least a few inches deep. While she was a Goddess, and it would undoubtedly heal, it was best to sit out for a moment — give it time as blood seeped from the lash and trickled down her arm. She'd found her way through the charred ruins to make out an untouched structure in the distance, and stepped towards it. 

As she approached, an expression of surprise sobered her grimace. Her eyes settled on the younger fury and a sigh found it's way from her lips. In more ways than one, Megaera reminded Hecate so closely of herself. She was untrusting, strong, cold when it came to the majority. It was the best way to be, the easiest way to put oneself first. 

She had indeed heard of the incident that Megaera was referring to. Hecate's initial reaction was something close to admiration for the young fury that had been brave enough to strike Hades' Queen. But now, more than anything, she had a sick feeling in her stomach for the girl. 

"As it is with you." The Goddess chimed, a hand slithering up to hold the wound that had already begun to heal. She strode gracefully, coming to a halt before lowering herself to sit by Meg's side. "I definitely did." Though an amused smile shaped her lips, her words were slightly more solemn. "What were you thinking, Megaera?"

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We're hungry beware of our appetite Distant drums bring the news of a kill tonight The kill which I share with my passengers We take our fill, take our fill, take our fill

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a friend of his is a friend of mine | cerberus and hecate

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   ————   Ever since Cerberus had been gifted his new form by Hades, the hound was forced to walk around on two legs, and acclimatize to his new body. It wasn’t easy on the beast. His senses were not as sharp as before, what with only having one set of eyes and ears, a single nose, and only one brain to process it all. The poor creature was more than confused more times than not. Yet his Master had ordered him to stay in the new shape, something that was proving harder to do as time passed.         The tower seemed so much bigger when he wasn’t in his primal form, which had kept Cerberus baffled even now. He had been smaller before, when shaped like a hound, but not quiet this little. Standing yet again sans clothes after his transformation, the beast picked over a pile of bones from something to chew on. However, he was distracted by something shiny, which just so happened to be a sword, one that belonged to the warrior still clutching at it. While the flesh on his bones had long since wasted away, his boney hand still wrapped about the weapon.        Unceremoniously prying the item free, Cerberus inspected the blade absently. It was a fine weapon, one that Ares himself might admire, but it had been forgotten in the tomb that this hell hound called home. The hound had no idea as to quality or value, all he knew was that it fit well in the palm of his hand and that he enjoyed the sight of it. Many a times the creature had men attempt to fight him off, and try to fend their souls against the massive dog; so he understood the concept of using a blade. His practical knowledge was non-existent.         Swinging and slashing, all while coated in a layer of blood, the hound of Hades looked almost like a gladiator. If it weren’t for his lack of skill, Cerberus would make a picturesque warrior. All he was in the end was an uneducated child in a body that looked seemed older than it was. In the middle of his horseplay, the beast heard the chime of his name in a recognizable voice. Out of curiosity, he moved to the impossibly tall and heavy doors, prying one slowly open with a slow growl.         Now standing to face the visitor, head tilted to the side, sword in hand, his eyes flicked between the corpse and the woman. Cerberus had gotten used to those who frequented the underworld bringing gifts, but he was always surprised by it. Stepping closer, the hound showed no fear, just as always. Leaning down, he sniffed a few times before curiously sinking the tip of the blade into the body’s flesh. Turning his attention to Hecate, the beast questioned her. "Master’s gift?"

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If mortal... or anyone opposing the Infernal, the Tower of Hades was an intimidating sight — closely similar to the majority of it's inhabitants, well, save for Persephone. The only thing intimidating about that woman was her habit of complaining to Hades when things didn't go her way, and even that was more irritating then menacing. Hecate was smart enough to watch her tongue with Hade's Queen, but that was about the extent of her tolerance for the woman.

She was just as much of an incessant complainer as the majority of the Olympians, and the only thing Hecate had ever witnessed Persephone doing was feeling sorry for herself. From how she saw it, the Queen was just a fuck-toy for Hades that had gained his twisted interest with her feigned innocence. And that woman was not innocent — blonde, pretty, submissive — yes. Innocent? No.

Hecate highly doubted he loved her, doubted the King could love at all. He knew how to possess, how to own, but love? She didn't think so. Hades should have just scooped up a pretty virgin mortal that could keep her mouth shut instead of bringing the self righteous Olympian into their midsts. 

Her eyes settled on Cerberus as he emerged from the tower, and she studied him closely. From his new human form to the blade clutched in his hand, his demeanour screamed animalistic.. dangerous. She was a God, and Cerberus a mutt. But he was not just any dog, not just a mindless animal the mortals liked to keep. The hound was not only deadly but incredibly loyal to his master and his Queen, and she'd come to appreciate that... to respect it.

She regarded him perceptively, eyes following his moves closely. It was an interesting site, to watch the great best in human form, see him walk, look at his surroundings, hear him speak. "No," Hecate shook her head, her gaze finally settling to match Cerberus'. "Your gift."

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Mania laughed. “Good luck… then again, half of their side is composed of hippies and love muffins that know very little of war and fighting… or even how to inflict the smallest amount of discomfort onto an individual.” It was an odd notion to Mania. “I enjoy my world. It’s very interesting. Much more so than this one.” 

"I’m not comparing myself to them. I’m comparing various degrees of boring. It’s much different." Mania have the smallest of laughs. "Me? Siding with them? Most of them think I’m absolutely horrible… and I think most of them are rather boring and pretentious."

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"It's not really that half of the Olympians I'm concerned with. In fact, I don't doubt they'll simply fall to Hade's rule eventually. They're weak. And as for the fighters? Nothing the Infernal won't be able to squish eventually." Hecate tipped her chin upwards slightly, "I don't see how toying with mortals and sitting on side lines is interesting. But then, it is your world. Mine consists of very different things, Mania."

"And what of the Infernal? Are we boring? Are we pretentious?"

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"Most likely both. It’s odd really. No one ever seems to win wars." The spirit shrugged. "Many things I say are far fetched… That’s an odd saying, don’t you think?" Mania swayed a little in place as she pondered its origins.

"Substance?" Mania tilted her head. "Hmmmnope." She smiled. "Well… sometimes, but it’s no more boring that bunch that sit on the clouds with their ambrosia." 

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"I'll be satisfied as long as by the end of this, the Olympians have fallen." Hecate arched an eyebrow. Really, she had no idea why she was indulging Mania nor herself in this conversation. She wasn't a woman that liked to dawdle or waste time. "Everything's odd in your world."

"I'd be careful who I compare myself to, Mania. Wouldn't want anyone assuming you've thrown yours in with the Olympians."

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You better be ready for war.

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"A meeting," she scoffed. "As if their self serving attempts to convene for solution will bring about anything of worth, especially with the prisoners released. The Goddesses will whimper and whine for mortals already dead, the Gods will pathetically try to assert their dominance in a battle they are losing...

— And it will more likely than not end in an orgy. I've said it before and I'll say it again. Useless until the end."