_{♡ hecate .} 

Mortals used to worship them for what feats they could commit to the world. Used to understand what it meant to be lesser, to have something above them watching over their actions, to hold them accountable for their deeds and misdeeds. That, however, had been the old mandate of those who sat within Olympus, herself included. How long ago that had been, and how those that once clamoured to lay at their feet, no longer knew their names, nor uttered them with a reverence. Not all the gods, the goddesses, had taken to the change well, with a few made bitter by the fact that mortals now saw themselves as their own personal saviours. How twisted their purpose became in the mouths of sinners and the power hungry, looking to speak in their name without the authority passed unto them.

But they were different now, and the world no longer needed them the way it once had. Where they had once been able to see all the world atop their mountain, they now themselves scattered along the surface of the planet, living their lives, endlessly, endlessly. The immortal creatures amongst their fragile creations, who deserved not their divine intervention. Humanity chose to drive on, regardless. And Hecate, ah, well… she had yet her devotees, still, whom felt that she was due to walk the earth once more, not knowing she already did. Black magic and the moon, they held a place of the imagination, and with that she managed to cling onto some of her old prestige. But not all those who fell from the grace of Olympus cared for who remembered them….

Such was the lovely Hestia, who cared only for the hearth, for the warmth of the home and the heart. Leaning against the edge of the car she used to move to and fro, how she blended in with a seamlessness that became her, the only cracks within her outwardness being that humanity no longer cared so much for the warmth of home could bring. “I heard you were cooking and I straight had to walk from Hades to here~” she tossed back her way with a smirk, arms crossed with a cat-like grace, chin propped up by the palm of her hand, fingers fanned open across her cheek. “It’s been too long since I last darkened your doorstep, and I thought you might be feeling a little lonely, lately, even with all that volunteering you manage to throw yourself into, to keep as many stomachs as full as you can.”

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              “ _{Oh, how I’ve missed your dramatics, my dear Hecate. Darkening MY doorstep?} Please_{, you know I’d love to have you around. It’s not everyday the bewitching Hecate herself pays me a visit.} ” _{Hestia smirked, a new-found expression that was dulled still by the sparkle of her eyes, apple cider on a cold winter’s day. She’d learned a lot through her lives on Earth, and made that knowledge her own. She’d taught the world a lot more though, and had been happy to see it} THRIVE_. 

_{Her heart ached for those that stumbled along the way, forgetting from whence they came, but that was one of the many paths humans were} destined _{to take. It did not matter} when_{, or} where_{. You could blame it on pride, or something else entirely, but to Hestia, it didn’t make a difference. She only .} 

_{Was there a singular part of her that was} resentful_{? Stained dark as coal by} eons _{spent burning embers of hope on the good faith that she would not disappointed? …Well,} yes_{. But that was a tiny part of her. She was} SO MUCH MORE _{than that. It didn’t} define _her. 

_{That was another thing she enjoyed about today’s humans. They had such a ferocity for creating their own paths.} DESTINY _{did not mean anything to them. It was inspiring in a sense. You could blame it, again, on} pride _{as some of the pantheon now did, or, like the rest, on the times changing, as they were bound to.} 

_{What had become of the three sisters and their coil of string and broken scissors, she wasn’t sure. The fates were} GONE _{––– so who was to say if it was} pride _or time_{, that had changed the world.} 

“ _{I hope you’ll stay the night. The view I have in the morning is phenomenal. Olympian, even.} ” _{She lived atop the Statue of Liberty, in a hut protected by repelling wards, where she could watch over the city. It made dating quite…} unusual_{. Though, she did not date often. One thing that hadn’t changed was her virgin status.} “ _{What do you say? Lovely view and a home cooked meal? Say} yes_{, my dear.} ”