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”Yes, that’s what I said; because you hate me. I’ve never kidnapped your daughter or killed your lovers, but you hate me. Perhaps I was curious why.”

"I….am not certain any longer."

This is the strangest thing she can remember.

"Why do we hate each other?"

A laugh bubbled out of her as freely as any of the mocking ones she'd delivered before. "We don't hate each other, my dear. I don't hate you. Have I ever made a genuine attempt to end your life or raze your planet?" She held up a hand as soon as the question was asked. "I mean, after we met. I am used to hatred. I suppose I just... naturally assumed the role you had assigned to me."

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I had wings once. they were strong. but they were { STOLEN } from me.

”Because…” Her words didn’t fail her often, and it wasn’t a feeling she relished. For a woman whose tongue was sharper than her eyeliner to stumble over simple concepts, like the perpetual fight between the two of them… It was unsettling, to say the least. ”Well, because you hate me.”

"I…."

She did. Of course she did. But what has the Master done, truly, to make Demeter hate her. She racked her brain, trying to think of a time.

"Because you hate me."

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"Yes, that's what I said; because you hate me. I've never kidnapped your daughter or killed your lovers, but you hate me. Perhaps I was curious why."

The smirk slid from her face, and for a moment the Master stared at the goddess uncertainly. That was a question that she hadn’t paused to ask herself, apparently. ”Well. Because you and I, we have…” Another moment passed, and she finished weakly, “a feud.”

"I am aware."

Brows furrow, and she looked at the woman in anger, though it was slowly slipping into confusion.

"Why?"

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"Because..." Her words didn't fail her often, and it wasn't a feeling she relished. For a woman whose tongue was sharper than her eyeliner to stumble over simple concepts, like the perpetual fight between the two of them... It was unsettling, to say the least. "Well, because you hate me."

"Unfortunately, for the rest of us."

Aren’t we all though? “If I do not matter, why must you come and bother me so? Trust me, I’d like it if I never had to look at your face again.”

The smirk slid from her face, and for a moment the Master stared at the goddess uncertainly. That was a question that she hadn't paused to ask herself, apparently. "Well. Because you and I, we have..." Another moment passed, and she finished weakly, "a feud."

"I would not want you to poison the ground with your toxic ashes. Hardly wasteful, indeed." A sneer, her eyes flash with anger. "You should know how long my life will be. I can hold a grudge for a very long time. You hurt my family, threatened my children. There is no Hell hot enough to burn you."

"Oh, that much is very certain. I have been to more Hells than I can count, a few of them of my own design, and yet here I stand, unscathed." That much was true; physically at least, she was without a mark. "Tell me, then, what the anger of a fussing mother could possibly matter to one such as me."

”Without saying goodbye? I wouldn’t dream of it. Have you missed me terribly?”

"Oh yes, terribly. I dreamed of the day you’d be in the ground."

"Oh, no, my dear. My kind don't bury our dead. Nothing so wasteful. I'm afraid my corpse won't be feeding your azaleas. Apologies. Indulge me, though. How is it that a creature with a social circle as... tangled as yours can hold a grudge against me for so long? Surely I haven't wronged you worse than all the others in your funny little pantheon?"

”How will I live with myself?”

"Oh, it’s you. I thought you’d died."

"Without saying goodbye? I wouldn't dream of it. Have you missed me terribly?"