Goddess of the Hunt

"What goes up must come sideways." Artemis. Greek. Creator of the Dark-Hunters.

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"Persephone is here.” She’s not entirely sure why she’s referring to herself in third person.

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   "You certainly are." She turned to properly face the other goddess. "How's dear old Hades?"

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   “Demeter’s stopped her crying and yelling. So where’s Persephone?”

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"I’m…I’m right here."

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"Oh. Did not see you there. How was the Underworld?"

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   "Demeter's stopped her crying and yelling. So where's Persephone?"

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     There was that chill on the back of her neck that could only mean one thing. Another god was near; one not of her pantheon.

   A frown appeared on her face but she quickly replaced it with a kind seeming smile. It would do well to anger any other gods, not right now. Not with the fact that her brother was currently off seeing just how many demigods he could make, with no regard to Artemis's well being.

   She turned to face whichever god was behind her, head raised, standing straight to show no weakness.

"What brings you here?"

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   "I do not like to be kept waiting."