-- @ullielwrites asked for a spell. Over the last few months, her home had been quiet. Not a person-- immortal or otherwise-- had dared to visit the goddess, though she couldn't say she had expected otherwise. Most didn't know where she hid out and the ones that did were usually busy trying to manage their own responsibilities. Hecate was pouring over one of the newest additions to her library, a spell book from a woman from Italy she had gifted with access to the constant stream of magic. And the woman wasn't disappointing her, she seemed to making more advanced that most other witches her age. A 'pop' distracted her, one of the only spells that could detect anyone entering her space had been activated. Her eyes moved along the room, a frown settling on her lips.
