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[harryh0ud1n1]

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Lady Perse

[devdas5z]

Lady Perse

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Lady Perse

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Lady Perse

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from Hit The Pavement, a hadesgame fic taking place prior to the game, about Persephone when she first arrives in the underworld:

At this point, he knows her, and he would call her a friend if a shade could call a Lady a friend, and he sighs one of those little sighs that only Achilles can muster.

i just looooove the idea of Achilles and Persephone being friends despite the Everything of their situation. this is a bit after he realized he cannot keep her out of trouble, Perse does what she WANTS and he is utterly along for the ride

[bobmckenzie]

?!??? WHY IS THIS HIS REACTION TO GETTING APPROACHED BY WOMEN IN THE CLUB EIHFCWIEJCFEF I LOVE HIM SO MUCH...

[nikita-one]

Lady Perse

[urhoneycombwitch]

heated touch

foreword: “but Lulu it’s not even summer yet how come you wrote a pool fic” okay first of all global warming. it’s absolutely summer rn. hush up and eat up. 👼

cw: R wears bikini top + skirt, Eddie is Down Bad™️, and is also touchstarved, brief use of the awkward miscommunication trope, R’s baby hairs mentioned but no color or texture, weed mention (Robin is a stoner canon change my mind u can’t), R uses sunscreen (no skin color mentioned), implied plus-sized reader

wc: 3.4k

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It’s the first real, normal, non-apocalyptic summer that anyone can remember having in a long, long time. 

With the heat index at a sizzling 97 today, various members of the Party have taken over Steve’s half-shaded, half-pool extravaganza of a backyard. The kids are jumping in and out of the bright blue water, splashing and cackling, while you and Robin stretch out like house cats in a sunny patch of grass nearby.

You, mere yards away, in a swim top and sweet little pleated tennis skirt. All that lovely skin on display, glistening in the light. 

And Eddie is sulking, indoors, frozen with lovesickness. There’s condensation dripping from the forgotten can of beer in his left hand; through the window above the kitchen sink, Eddie observes the scene in mournful silence.

“Christ, you really are a pussy.”

Eddie whips around with a glare that would level a normal human being, shushing Steve with a panicked fierceness that only makes the guy chuckle harder at Eddie’s expense. 

“Y’know,” Steve continues with the insults, dipping into the fridge and reappearing with a Fanta and a shit-eating grin- “You might want to try leering like a creep from the garage window. That way no will hear you jack off-”

“Oh, shut the fuck up, Harrington.” Eddie interrupts with a grade-A scoff and eye roll combo, rivaling Steve’s own bitchiness. “Wasn’t your last successful date back in high school, like, six years ago when you had better hair?”

Steve doesn’t even flinch. With condescending sympathy, he sighs and shakes his head of (beautiful-even-when-wet, damn him) hair, snapping the soda can tab with a flourish. “Might wanna hurry up and make a move. Can’t suppress my charm forever just ‘cuz you’re too chicken to man up- it’s not natural to keep all of this hidden away.”

Steve gestures to the broad expanse of his golden chest, dark thicket of hair sitting proud, the scars that he seems to have no qualms over showing off criss-cross along the flex of muscle at his sides. 

Realistically, Eddie knows Steve wouldn’t go after you, not even as a joke. It would defy the honorable and unmentioned Bro Code they’ve lived by ever since Eddie almost died in an alternate hell dimension and Steve valiantly pulled him back topside. 

Teasing, though? It’s Harrington’s godgiven right- especially since Eddie’s so hopelessly in love. It’s almost too easy to get him riled up, to light a fire under his ass to maybe finally get the situation some forward movement. 

Flames lick at the kindling. Steve walks backwards, shooting Eddie one last finger gun and wink before rejoining the boisterous outdoors crowd. Through the crack Steve’s left in the sliding glass door, Eddie can hear that asshole’s cheery voice ring out- “Lookin’ good, ladies!”- and your subsequent peal of laughter. 

Eddie can feel the heat through the black denim at his ass, sweat rushing to prickle at his pits underneath the light layer of tanktop- the one with a high-necked collar and sides long enough to conceal most of his scars. 

Not that he’s trying to hide ‘em, perse... they’re just sensitive to the sun. Plus his black jeans have holes in them, so they totally count as summer attire. He’s basically wearing shorts right now. Steve can suck it.

“Suck it, Steve,” Eddie grits out to no one for good measure, before taking a steadying gulp of beer and stepping bravely out beyond the glass doors. 

It’s shockingly bright, sun bouncing off the surface of the pool and rendering Eddie momentarily blind; he shields his eyes with his free hand in time to catch the tail end of Sinclair’s mid-air somersault.

“Five,” Max calls out, lounging safely out of the splash zone, waves from Lucas’s cannonball lapping at her pink donut pool float. Thick black prescription sunglasses take up half her face, expression unmoved even as her boyfriend splutters in the deep end.

“Are you kidding?” Lucas is indignant as he huffs and treads water. “Gimme at least an eight. Did you even see the flip?” 

“I saw it.” Unimpressed, Max shrugs a freckled shoulder. While Lucas devolves into swearing out his complaints (already with one elbow planted on the concrete to get out and make another attempt at a higher score), Max zeros in on Eddie, one brow arched high in searing appraisal. “You gonna swim with your boots on, too?”

“I’m- shut up, Red. Nice donut.”

Max’s triumphant smirk confirms what Eddie already knows (he totally bombed that comeback), but if there’s one thing in the world Eddie’s good at, it’s Pretending. A trait forged and perfected over the years of being reigning Dungeon Master; it’s served him well during D&D sessions, and when running from the law. 

And it’s coming in handy now, too, as Eddie walks past Steve (half-snoozing in a lounger) and the table of Baby Byers and Wheeler Jr. (playing an intense game of Slapjack), pretending to be totally Normal and Chill as he approaches you and Robin, a ways off from the bustling pool.

Go with what you know, Eddie tells himself, because if he focuses for more than two seconds on the fact that you’re stretched prone, sunlight filtering through the big tree overhead and illuminating the soft curves of your thighs just visible under the Spandex hem of your skirt, he’s gonna have a pressing issue that will be anything but pretend.

Robin’s lying on her back on the beach towel next to yours, a tattered copy of Pride and Prejudice held up close, obscuring her field of vision. Using this to his advantage, Eddie crouches on his haunches, then leans in to press his cold can of beer to the tender arch of Robin’s bare foot.

She yelps, kicking out on instinct (which Eddie was expecting). He manages to take the brunt of the hit with a forearm block, but doesn’t see the paperback coming until it’s hitting the side of his face.

“Ow, christ, Buckley,” he moans, slumping to sit on Robin’s towel, hamming up the victim act for your sake and sympathy while Robin snatches up her book and gives him another solid thwack, pages fluttering.

At the commotion, you’d lifted your head from your arms, leaning into them now with the weight of your upper half. Eddie tries really, really valiantly to not stare at your swimsuit top (practically a bra), and instead distracts himself with the fact that you were giggling. At him. 

Give the boy an inch and he’ll take a mile, Wayne is wont to say of his nephew. Never been truer than now, as Eddie gets drunk off your attention and humors, crowding familiarly and rudely into Robin’s space just to piss her off more and to keep your twinkling-eyed focus.

“Yech.” Robin gags. “I’m not gonna sit here and watch you two flirt up close. I just ate lunch.”

Eddie’s worried that comment will embarrass you into pulling away but apparently, you’re not shying from the accusations of his affection anymore. 

A snort and a sardonic eye roll is what you dish back, and Eddie latches on, delighted to have a Shit Starter in Crime, pushing an honest hand to his chest in faux-shock- “Flirting? Me? I’d never. What an accusation. You’re getting crazier by the day, Buckley.”

The peal of laughter that ripples from you is like a song, vibrating the frequencies between Eddie’s ears, scrambling all the channels with its aching beauty.

Goddamn addictive, he thinks, as the white-out of his hearing fades back to normal. A light, warm wind rustles through the big oak overhead, leaves shushing together; allowing himself a glance at your stretched form, Eddie’s (un)luckily close enough to see the smattering of goosebumps rise on the skin of your arms. 

To observe the way sweat curls the baby hairs near your temple, at the nape of your neck. To see the little creases near the corner of your eyes as you close them, turning your face into the wind, a quiet expression of summer bliss on your face.

Eddie could sit here for hours like a (happy) creep just taking in every minute detail, but Robin starts bitching at him about the weed he still owes her from ages ago, poking her cold toes into the holes of his jeans, mischievous and irritating.

Eddie smacks at her ankles until she pulls them back, matching her argument point for point; it’s not about the weed, of which he’d gladly give- it’s about keeping that smile on your face even as you sit up to start digging through your nearby tote bag.

“And plus,” Robin’s saying, sticking a finger into the dimple of Eddie’s left cheek like the obnoxious little sister he never asked for, “You scratched the everliving hell out of my bike last month when you insisted you were sober enough to ride it home.”

“What’d you want me to do, drink and drive? Not very Just Say No Club of you.” Eddie is operating on autopilot with his responses, absorbed in the way your delicate fingers move inside the canvas of the bag. 

“I wanted the same thing that I currently. Want.” Two more ice-cold prods of her toes into the same spot of his exposed knee. “Three grams, pre-rolled, plus an apology.”

Eddie is about to give in with the promise of the rest of his sizable stash and a bike waxing regimine with his own spit thrown into the mix to get Robin off his case, when the sound of your voice cuts through the bickering. 

In your hand, held aloft and out between the three of you, is a bottle of sun lotion. Your focus is fixed on shaking displaced items back into your bag, not looking as you make a request:

“Babe, would you do my back?”

Eddie moves on instinct before he even has time to process the ask, reaching out towards the palm tree-printed plastic- but for some reason, Robin’s hand collides with his mid-air. Goddammit, Buckley. 

His annoyance at Robin quickly gives way to confusion, then roiling embarrassment as two sets of eyes whip to him, your mouth slightly parted in an o shape and Robin making a squeak of awkward alarm.

You were talking to Robin. Obviously, you were talking to your girl friend to rub you down with lotion. 

Jesus christ, Munson, get a grip.

Eddie lets go at the same time Robin and you draw back, the three of you stammering half-sentences over the thunk of the bottle hitting the ground.

“I meant- sorry, god, sorry, I meant Robin-”

“Fucking- jesus, of course you meant Robin, I’m sorry-”

“Oh god! I can do it! It’s fine!”

There’s a brief pause where all of you stare down at the bottle, as if it holds some great mystery of the world. Or is perhaps concealing a time-bending device that will let Eddie go back twenty seconds to kick himself in the head.

He’s just about to make some lame excuse to fuck off forever when Robin beats him to it, jumping up with a spastic, nervous energy. “Um. Steve’s calling me. So I gotta… see what that dingus wants. You’re good?”

This last part, directed at you; with a quick, reassuring nod, you say “I’m good.” 

Seemingly recouped from the whole debacle, you squint up at Robin- “Eddie’s got it,” and then fixing Eddie with a disarmingly beatific smile- “Right?”

It’s like looking into the sun. Eddie is pretty sure his neurons haven’t been firing properly ever since he caught a glimpse of your thighs earlier. By some miracle, he manages coherence- “Uh-huh. Yep. Right.”

“O-o-kay.” Robin lets the word expand, then gives a dorky two-finger salute and makes for the empty pool lounger next to a snoring Steve.

Then it’s just you and Eddie, blinking at each other from your seats on opposing towels, until you lean to pick up the bottle, this time handing it directly to him. 

An invitation, paired with a smile that still pulls at the corners of your mouth.

Someone jumps noisily into the pool, a few scattered cheers accompanying the crashing water. Red’s distant “Nine-five!” echoes through the backyard and this, of all things, spurs Eddie into unfreezing.

He takes the proffered lotion, shifting to kneel in the strip of grass not covered by either of your towels, waiting and watching for your approval. 

Like something out of a dream, you lower yourself face-down again, hands tucking themselves sweetly into the space between the hollows of your shoulders and the ground. Eyes half-lidded as Eddie scooches closer.

“Just on your back?” He asks, soft, like you’re a deer about to spook (although based on the way his hands are trembling, Eddie’s the more likely candidate for chickening out and running for the hills).

“Mhm. Please.”

Fumbling under your sidelong gaze, Eddie wiggles all the rings from his fingers, stuffing them into his pocket. 

“Too cold,” he explains, feeling fidgety from your eye contact, rubbing his hands together briskly to bring out the warmth and give them something to do other than shake.

Eddie pines for a cigarette, a quick burst of nicotine to steel his nerves. Instead, he picks up the sunscreen, squeezes a quarter-sized puddle into his left hand, and shifts to kneel close as he can without actually bumping his knees into your side.

The sunscreen is already warmed from being out in the heat of the day, so Eddie starts on your left shoulder. Dips his fingers into the puddle, spreads a thin layer on the blade of your shoulder, and rubs it in. 

At first, his touch is gentle and apprehensive, but when your eyes drift shut on the second pass of his fingers, Eddie gets a bit bolder. On your right shoulder, another layer of suncream goes on, but this time, Eddie lets his thumb slip into the grooves under your shoulder blade. 

He runs his thumb along the stripe of muscle next to your scapula, still with pressure light enough to feign keeping to his task, thrilled when you make a soft noise of satisfaction.

“I would’ve asked you, y’know.” 

Eddie pauses, hand resting at the top of your spine, the skin of your neck freshly glistening and tacky from his work. “Asked me what?”

“To do this.” You shrug a shoulder, pointing in a roundabout way at your back. “I just… I didn’t think you’d say yes.”

“Why the hell would I say no to this?” The words are out before Eddie can bite them back and find a much more cool and normal thing to say. He can feel your chuckle, the vibrations of it, the way it causes the muscles in your upper back to move.

Eddie tries to cover his lameness by refocusing on the mission he’s been given, like a heroic knight bestowed with a great honor by a fair maiden… on second thought, he’s got to cut out the fantasy metaphors. This situation is wild and tempting enough as-is without adding a potentially very horny layer to the mix.

“You can get under my top, if you want,” you murmur, lashes dark against your cheek in profile, voice all honeyed and fair-maiden-like. 

Eddie swallows hard. Distributes the rest of the lotion between two palms, rests them just below the black fabric, and then slides up. Underneath the top, your skin is the same- smooth and pliant and sweet. 

“Feels nice,” you whisper, eyes still closed in reverie, sounding sleepy and relaxed.

Eddie is entranced with the way your muscles move under his touch. He applies a bit more pressure to the mid-back area of your spine, dragging his thumbs down on either side. You make another noise, this one closer to a moan, and Eddie’s really glad he’s practiced at the skill of Boner Killer On Command because he wouldn’t dare sully the atmosphere with ill-timed arousal (though his limits are certainly being tested today).

“Sorry about the callouses,” he says, a bit of self-deprecation to fill the air because he’s gotta focus on something other than the way his hand fits perfectly in the center of your low back.

“S’okay. I like them, actually. You’re good with your hands.”

Not for the first time, Eddie is relieved that you’re not looking at him- his ears are burning, on their way to bright pink. Same with his cheeks. “Cool, yeah. That’s good. Um. I play guitar, y’know so… I get around.”

After cringing at himself, Eddie watches the apple of your cheek round upwards with a smile, a sharp flash of your teeth as you say, “I can tell.”

There’s an amiable quiet that falls over the two of you; in the background, splashes and chattering from the pool group float in the air, muted by the warm winds shushing through overhead branches. 

At one point, Eddie realizes he’s covered your whole back in sunscreen and is now just trailing his fingertips over the notches of your spine, starting low and ending near your neck, following the path down again in a loop. If you mind, you don’t say anything, seemingly sated by his touch. 

There’s an aching behind Eddie’s ribs. It squeezes at his heart, makes his next breath pinch- he wants to touch you like this all the time. He’s already hooked. 

All too soon, you’re peeling yourself from the blanket, sitting up with a sheepish smile. Eddie can’t tell if you’re getting shy on him from the touch alone, or if it’s the fact that he’s the one that’s been touching. 

Either way, if Eddie could find a more chill way to say “I’d like to do that every minute for the rest of my life if you’ll let me,” he’d say it to appease any worries you may have. 

Bare knees pulled to your chest, you gesture at the bottle still in Eddie’s hand. “I could… do you, if you wanted?”

Eddie scratches the back of his neck, through the heated curtain of curls. “Nah, that’s okay. My abs won’t be ready to debut until the end of summer. 1993.”

He’s expecting at least a chuckle out of you, but instead, he’s fixed with a kind, all-knowing look. 

The two of you are face to face, your shin close enough to brush Eddie’s ribs as you state, “Not a fan of the heat, are you.”

“What gave it away?” Eddie gestures animatedly at the humidity-fed frizz of his hair, then shakes his head like a wet dog. 

When you catch one of his curls between two fingers he freezes, heart slamming to a pause as you loop it around a knuckle.

“I have some deep conditioner at my place. Could help you out if you wanna come by some time.”

Mere inches from his cheek as you lean in, Eddie squeezes his eyes shut, trying to memorize how you smell- coconutty from the lotion, a bit sweaty, a faint hint of deodorant and the vanilla perfume you spray in the mornings. 

He’s never been this close before. 

He feels electric. Or more accurately, like he’s been electrocuted, and he’s waiting for you to restart his heart. 

“Does that sound good, Eddie? You, me, some hair care… maybe a movie? I can steal some from Family Video. I know a guy.”

At his ear now, your voice is low as you wrap a hand around the inside of Eddie’s arm- it’s his turn to break into goosebumps. “Oh yeah? Willing to steal for me already?”

This earns him a stellar laugh, head tipped back to show the curve of your perfect neck. You shove at him playfully, and he’s about to snap up your hand to bite as payback when your name is yelled from across the yard.

“Come on, we need another unbiased judge!” Max waves urgently from the pool as Lucas and Dustin get into an increasingly loud argument over the Olympic grading system. 

“Goddamn kids.” This comes out much more growly than Eddie intended; you just chuckle and squeeze his arm before pulling away to stand.

Eddie mourns the loss of your body heat until you extend a hand towards him, saying, “Let’s go humor our goddamn kids, and we can talk about dinner afterwards.”

It’s like your hand is made to fit inside Eddie’s. He follows close on your heels, heart thudding a steady, overjoyed rhythm once more. 

[meteor752]

Epic the musical side story where Hades and Persephone get really invested in the story during The underworld saga, sorta small talk about the strange man for the next couple of years, and then freak the fuck out in the audience during god games when they find out not only is the guy still alive, he’s managed to piss off like half the pantheon

Just

“Hey babe?”

“Yeah Perse?”

“There’s like, a bunch of mortals here”

“Mortals? What, how?”

“Idk, they’re like, on some ship”

“Huh. Should I call Thanatos, have him take care of it, or should we just wait it out”

“Call Thanatos, best to rid the garden of any pests before they manage to kill your flowers”

“Pfft, alright. I’ll be right back”

“Okay- wait. A bunch of the dead are singing to him”

“What?”

“Yeah like a bunch. Who are they?”

“Uhh, most of them drowned, a few killed by a cyclops. One broke his neck?”

“They’re singing about a cyclops, about how he let one live or something”

“Probably one of Poseidons. Should I still call Thanatos?”

“No wait, I wanna see where this goes.”

“Alright.”

“An infant, what infant?”

“Maybe the cyclops?”

“OH NEW GUY! He seems important!”

“Also a cyclops victim. They seem close, what do you think friend or lover?”

“They’re Greek, it’s probably both”

“I don’t know how he managed it, but this guy brought down like, the entire vibe of the entire underworld. That shouldn’t be possible”

“Yeah. Oh who’s this lady now?”

“Suicide by drowning. Not sure. Maybe a relative”

“Yeah may-THATS HIS MOM”

“OH MY GODS. OH HE DIDNT KNOW OH LORD”

“Hooooooly fuck, what a way to find out”

““Here in the underworld the past is always close behind”. Think we should make that a slogan?”

“Then we’d have to credit him and stuff tho”

“Yeahhhh. Well, seems like this guy is sticking around for a few hours. Should I grab some popcorn?”

“Yeah I’ll grab the fainting couches”

~~~

“Okay what’s happening now?”

“He just stated speaking to Tiresias”

“Tiresias? He went all the way to the underworld to speak with a prophet?”

“Well he is quite good”

“Wait did Tiresias just reject him?”

“I think so? Oh wait predictions”

“Past romance, sacrifice, betrayal, and some final battle? Who the fuck is this guy?”

“Dunno, but he’s not going home that’s for sure”

“Palace? He must be a king of some kind then”

“Do we know the names of any mortal kings”

“Nope, so that didn’t help at-wait his wife is doing what”

“Ohhh, that must be rough, hearing it from a prophet”

“Okay this chanting is getting intense. I think I heard the word Scylla”

“I heard lightning bolt”

“That doesn’t bode well”

~~~

“He’s just, sitting there”

“Is he done? Should we-oh. No okay new song, let’s see what’s going on”

“Man this guy has it rough. Should we like, do something?”

“I mean, I’m not really the “bless the mortals” type of god. I mean I let a guy borrow my helm once, and I haven’t seen it since. I should probably check up on that actually”

“Yeahhh. They killed a friend of the cyclops?”

“That explains all the cyclops victims”

““Witch turn men to pigs”, you think that’s Circe?”

“Sounds like he-WHAT WAS THAT THIRD ONE”

“You don’t think-?”

““God comes down and makes a fleet drown”, I am most definitely sure!”

“Damn. Wait wooden horse? Oh, I know who this guy is!”

“Really?”

“Yeah he’s one of Athenas warriors! Ody something. Odyssen? Odyssa? Whatever, I remember the horse thing was a big deal when it happened, Ares was pissed, Hermes spread the word to all of mount Olympus”

“One of Athenas eh? Interesting. Oh yeah, the god was definitely Poseidon”

“How are you sure?”

“That line he just sung, “Ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves”, Posy is always fucking saying that crap”

“500 men? Damn”

“Penelope, presumably the wife. Don’t know about the other guy tho”

“Either a son, brother, or lover. Or maybe just a friend I dunno”

“Another infant? What the fuck is wrong with this guy, pulling a fucking Hera”

“Gotta appreciate the determination of him”

“Yeah, but I think we’ll see him here again soon. If he’s pissed of Poseidon, and soon to be Zeus if Tiresias is to be believed, I don’t think he’ll get much further when he gets out of here”

“So we are letting him go”

“Yeah. Partly because I want to see what happens next. When he gets here we’ll ask him to tell the full story, from beginning to end”

“Alrighty then”

~~~

“I swear if I get dragged out of the underworld for one of Zeus’ little games one more time this year I might actually start a war”

“Mum keeps staring at me…fuck she’s probably gonna try and talk after this, fuck meeeeee”

“We can escape in the middle of it, no one will know”

“Oh she’ll know. Do you know what this is about like, at all?”

“No, but I think Hermes might launch into the fourth dimension if he keeps vibrating like that in his seat”

“Yeesh”

“Hmm, odd. I don’t see Posy anywhere”

“Maybe he’s competing?”

“Nah, he always declines when Zeus asks, he hates it”

“Why were you not invited?”

“Dunno, probably has nothing to do with me”

“Oh it’s starting, it’s starting”

“Athena’s challenging eh? Interesting”

“Would love to know what any of this is about”

“Mortal lover? Demi-god child? Those are the usual subject”

“Yeah but that’s not Athenas thing. Probably something to do with one of her “warriors” or whatever”

“Apollo, of course. Always has to be apart of these things”

“The drama queen”

“Truly”

“Hephasteus and Aphrodite? That’s a little awkward”

“Weird lineup so far- fucking Ares? Yeah shes not winning this one, sibling spite is stronger than any argument she can give”

“Why would all three of them be included. I can feel the tension from here. I’m uncomfortable”

“And Hera? Yeah no she’s loosing for sure, Hera like not care less about any mortal, unless they’ve offended her”

“She might be convinced, just to spite Zeus?”

“That just sounds unhealthy on so many levels”

“Alright let’s see what this is about”

“Hold up, Ody?”

“Oh my gods. You thinking what I’m thinking?”

“Well he was one of her warriors. Was he not?”

“I can’t believe he’s still trying to get home. It’s been like ten years, how the fuck”

“Well, if he pissed off Poseidon then he probably has something to do with it, the pissy bastard”

“Killed sirens. Why would you do that, so unnecessary”

“Sacrifice??? What the fuck is this man up to????”

“Didn’t we have a few Scylla sacrifices a few years back. Think that was him?”

“Holy shit we did. Yeah, Posy stays away from Scylla to the best of his ability, travelling in her domain to avoid him is not a bad idea”

“‘Phro is mad that his mum died? Girl you are grasping at straws, even more than the previous two”

“Hold up, why the fuck was I not invited?! He traveled through my domain, disturbed my souls, he even woke up Cerberus with his monster wailing, I should be apart of this!”

“I mean it’s a bit weak”

“I have more grounds to be down there than fucking Apollo. Like sirens? Come on man”

“Oh ‘Phro refused huh? Only got two, that’s kinda weak coming from Athena, she usually gets at least four”

“Is that cheating? Her quick thought thing. That cheating?”

“Are there any actual rules?”

“Just, try to win, I guess”

“Oh Ares turn. Wait she lost Aphrodite, this should be over”

“I think this is more of a personal thing. Like I said, sibling spite”

“Oh yeah, Scylla! Fuck this guy is getting around”

“Oh damn, that pissed her off”

“Guessing that the guy other that Penelope, Telemewhatever was his child then”

“Oh wait they yielded?? Huh, never thought that would happen”

“And, Heras turn”

“Yeah like I said she does not give a fuck. But it was a good run”

“Yeah, keeping her four out of five streak”

“Wait what the fuck was that”

“She- she actually yielded?”

“And for not cheating! Man I love this guy, I can’t wait for him to die”

“Only you babe. Wait holy fuck she won?”

“Oh Zeus won’t like- oh, just like I said. He’s pissed”

“Is he gonna kill her?”

“If he does I’ll just resurrect her probably. She deserves a better end, even if she is annoying”

“Well, should we go then?”

“Yeah I have some paperwork to- do I hear boss music?”

“OH SHES STILL ALIVE!!”

“She took a lightning bolt to the face and lived, holy fuck. Gotta respect it”

“I think, she’s actually convincing him? Never thought I’d see the day”

“Well, she’s his favourite child. I think if Ares tried something similar he’d just get struck by another lightning bolt”

“Well, that was fun. When I come back up for spring I’ll have to check with Hermes more about the details of what’s live, actually going on with this Ody dude”

“Yeah. Wanna stop for applebees before we head on down?”

“Yeah, but let’s go now cause mum is heading like right for me and I don’t wanna deal with that until another few months”

This was dumb lol

[kkukverse]

Driving Me Wild | jungkook x reader

Pair: Wrath prince Jeon Jungkook x Reader

“You're fucked, and you're making me fucked and we're fucked!” Jungkook intensely rubbing the sides of his head. If he breathed fire like Seokjin, he would definitely burn down the Perse garden. Though actually he would never dare because great-great-great grandpa Hades built it for Lady Persephone. Burn it down is equivalent to eternally expelled to the mortal realm. Just thinking about that makes Jungkook break in cold sweat. 

“Jungkook, where the hell are we?” Your voice starts to sound so little just like your body slowly inching closer to Jungkook. You just followed him to his room. The tiny room in your tiny apartment. You're the only one who resides in a slightly bigger room than his but this, there’s no walls! No door! It’s a garden! With hedge maze and all, the bushes are five times bigger than you. An endless spread of fields, as far as your eyes can see. 

“Exactly, we’re in hell,”

Jungkook chuckles bitterly as he whispered to himself. Not wanting to panic you even more. He can see your pupils shaking so bad and your whole body is quivering. Sighing, Jungkook, massaging the back of his neck tiredly. Of course, you’re a human, no one will get used to this. But the garden is like the most normal part of this hell. Great Grandpa Hades insisted on making it as if Lady Persephone is in her mom’s garden.

Though it’s a little dark in Jungkook’s opinion. It’s hell. Everything is dark, greyish and gloomy here. 

You can feel sweat running down your back spine, because when you’re nervous you sweat a lot. And this time it's no exception.

“Jungkook, you better answer me now, I swear. Stop groaning and stop making me more nervous. You’re not helping! Did we travel through time or what? Or, or universe? Oh god, don’t tell me it’s your brownie pot. Goddamnit I told you I can only eat one piece at a time. How much do you put in it? Because I always get so high like a kite-” your were stopped at his loud groan. With disbelieving looks on your face, your mouth gap at his attitude. He is rolling his eyes to the back of his skull.

He can do that easily since he has no brain! You scoffed. 

“Excuse me, this is not your time to act like you’re annoyed. This is all your fault,” your fingers frantically flapping around, pointing at him and everywhere. True, it’s his fault. If you’re not mad at him, you wouldn't follow him. And if you didn’t follow him like a mom nagging her lazy son to clean his room, none of you would be in this situation. 

Jungkook scrunching his brows together, biting his tongue trying to compose himself to not let out a yell. His yell in hell can shake the entire kingdom. Unlike on earth where a lion would've been rolling on the dirt at his squeaky yell. 

“____, shut up.” Jungkook breathed. Controlling his temper by slowly inhaling and exhaling. A method he learned with his brothers, the other princes. Shutting his eyes tight as he tries to think of a solution and trying to not burn this whole place down and wake everyone up with his yelling. You’re always stepping on his nerve and usually he can deal with that but not today. Nope.

“ARGH, are you kidnapping me?! Great! I don’t even have money! My parents wouldn’t be surprised! Super peachy fine, my whole stack of unfinished master thesis and my cat! Good job Jungkook, you caught a billion dollar victim.” You exasperated. Saying whatever it is on your mind.

Your cat Xi Yu, poor little plumpy Xi Yu, who will feed her now? Suddenly your face falls at the thought. Ignoring Jungkook’s figure that grows darker and darker with every word you spits. Hearing a grunt before his voice booming. 

“I’M TRYING TO TALK NICELY TO YOU SO PLEASE SHUT UP I NEED TO THINK!” Jungkook seethes through his teeth, panting heavily. 

Everything went on pause at his thundering roar yet you scoffed, breaking the three seconds silence.

“Really scary, Jungkook,” you smirks. See, anyone would've cried at that but this is Jungkook. Your annoying roommate who lates at paying rent, who shows up whenever he wants, who treats the house like a hotel room with room service maid -in his mind, that’s you- cleaning up his dishes, his dirty clothes on the floor. Sometimes he’d gone for weeks and showed up all grumpy and moody. Who does he think he is? 

The youngest Sin's prince, Jungkook The Wrath would want nothing but to snap your fragile little neck into two. Fist balled tight, he silently counting from one to ten backwards. Trying to calm down when his patience is almost non-existence. He gotta play the Jungkook The Roommate first because you have no idea you’re sharing a house with a Sin. 

How in the world can she walk through the portal? She is clearly unharmed -judging by her perfectly healthy pitch nagging voice- and she seems to be in a decent shape, two hands, two -short- legs. Just fine. But how? No mortal can walk through his portal. Jungkook thought.

He thanks his luck that he planted his portal in the secret passage of the garden. You would be dead if you suddenly showed up at the mansion. 

Calm down Jungkook, you’re so cool. You can fix this. Just drag her back to the portal, bribe her with endless stock of Reese’s and she will forget about today. Forcing a smile on his face, he turns to face you. 

Jungkook is tall and buff and every time he suddenly comes too close to you, it will always surprise you. Though flinching you still managed to shoot a glare. Hope it zaps him like lightning. But he doesn’t blink. Too used to your sharp glare.

“____, I’m gonna need you to listen to me,” Jungkook speaks in a hushed voice. He doesn’t want any underworld creatures to start noticing anything suspicious from the little commotion. 

As his figure looming over yours, Jungkook catches the sweet citrus smell and natural sweaty smell. Your smell. He curses as he sucks another breath of your fresh smell. You can see the deep furrow on his forehead, sharp eyes inspecting your face and neck, his nose sniffing you and you gasp so loud at that.

How dare he! 

Before you can scream at him Jungkook immediately palming your whole mouth with his heavily tattooed hand. 

“Shut up if you wanna live,” he warns. Dragging you behind a humongous bush, shaped like a man with a pair of wings. Both of your hands move on reflect, scratching his wrist from his hand that’s clasping your mouth. He hissed as your nails are hurting his skin. 

“You are making me crazy.” The scratch doesn’t actually bother him, he can handle pain, what a pair of clipped nails of yours can do to him? It’s your muffling voice, it annoyed him to no end. Though at disadvantage you’re still acting like you're a fierce tiger when you’re definitely a kitten at this moment. 

“Huppphh Jung-huh kook!” You tried to get away from his hold but he kept pushing you till your back hit some sticks and leaves, they’re not fluffy and they’re poking your back. You whine at the discomfort and maybe Jungkook noticed that because he spins you around. 

“Promise me you will not scream or else I can do this all day,” he says, more like threatening you.    

Aside from your heavy breathing, you can clearly listen to your heart beating so loud. Both from the extreme close proximity with Jungkook and the fear. You nod slowly, accepting the defeat. After he can sense that you’re calming down, he lifts off his hand from your face, “listen, you’re not supposed to be here,” Jungkook’s serious face is so scary, you noted in your mind. 

“No shit, Sherlock,” you retort back. It was just a petty habit whenever you’re bickering with Jungkook. 

Jungkook tuts, abruptly stopped and his eyes are challenging you to disobey him one more time. But you cower down, knowing that it’s a losing battle. You pouted.

“How the fuck am I gonna explain all of this to you?” Jungkook sigh, the question is more to himself actually but you can hear them loud and clear too. You bite back your tongue because you really wanna talk back at him, after seeing his death glare, you fly out a white flag. 

“And your smell,” Jungkook groans, his eyes landing on your neck, the area where you scent is so strong. That makes your mouth open and your eyes too, very wide. 

“You bastard!” You whisper yelling at him. Feeling so offended, you punch his chest, his stupid sturdy and hard chest. It almost makes a sound when you fist smack one of the pecks. 

Jungkook lost count on how many sighs he lets out in the span of less than 10 minutes. “What are you so mad at?!” He hissed back at you. “All I said was your smell, and you’re all feral for what?” Jungkook doesn’t pray but right he can do one or two. 

You gasp at his question. How dare he! Does his parents never teach him manners! To never mention a lady’s scent?! Acting like a DEA dog trained to sniff drugs. “Oh boohoo you’re a fool Jungkook. I know sometimes I sweat a lot, but that’s because I’m scared. And maybe I did run a little before I got to our home,” you turn shy at the last line of your explanation. “But that doesn’t give you the right to complain about how I smell, you sick psycho!” Jabbing your tiny finger on his chest. 

Jungkook blinks, once and twice at that. You’re upset because you think he thinks you smell bad? For the first time today, right after you managed to squeeze your small body through the portal, Jungkook burst out laughing. He laughs so hard while clutching his stomach and head thrown back. You can only see his sets of white teeth and wide mouth. Barking out a loud laugh. He wants to control the hysterical laugh that he himself has no idea he can do that, but they come out as wheezing. Wiping the tears on the corners of his eyes as he sucks up a breath. He stands back to face you. Only to fail once again at your dumbfounded face. You’re blinking foolishly but your face is upset. Lips frowning and brows scrunching. 

“Jungkook!” You stomped your foot to snap him out of it. Is he going insane?

“You’re driving me crazy,” Jungkook still hiccuping from the laughter. “You thought I think you’re smelly?” Jungkook wheezes. “Oh ____, you’re so stupid,” he continued. 

Frustratingly you pushed him aside and you mindlessly walked -stomping- your legs away from him. Whatever this place is, anywhere is better as long as you’re not with him. The imbecile!

“No no no. No, come back.” Jungkook strides his long legs and he laughs even more at how he can easily catch up to you. Your short legs are so amusing to him. How can someone as adult as you are and yet so small? “____,” he calls for you but your flushed face is like an answer that you’re not in the mood. Grinning wide, Jungkook lets you walk but he is way too close to your side. “Okay, ignore me,” he chuckles. 

You don't even know where you're going but you let your feet take over anyway. Jungkook is biting his tongue so he won't let out a loud laugh. Hands slide into the pocket of his pants while yours are crossed on your chest, your over sized hoodie is bouncing along as you stomped harder. A sign of protest.

Jungkook shakes his head at the contrast of your attire and his. He had just gone back from visiting a general who also resides on the mortal realm before he decided to buy some groceries. It was his turn anyway or maybe it’s the humane part in him pitying you who’d been all alone after he had to finish some task in hell. You once told him the reason why you need a roommate is because you are scared of being alone. Seems like he’s not being a good one. Well, he was never a good one ever since he stayed there but still.

When he stepped into the house with bags of groceries, he can see that you were wrapping yourself with your blanket as your eyes were trained on your laptop. The moment you can see Jungkook walking past you, you hit the spacebar of your keyboard to pause the drama that you were watching. Scoffing loudly, you stand up behind him. 

“Look I don’t usually meddle with other people’s business but good job Jungkook, you found your way back to this house. I thought I lived alone.” You clapped. Seeing his broad back only moving as he assembled the groceries into their place in the kitchen. You wished he takes care of his other stuff like how he delicately takes care of the snacks.

“Shut up,” Jungkook’s voice echoes, he bends down to place the milk into the fridge. Your eyes follow his movement before you let out a gasp. 

“I told you I drink full cream! That’s low fat!” You complained. Every grocery trip, the milk must be full cream. You can buy it on your own. What's the point of pooling together to buy groceries if Jungkook can’t even get it right?! 

“You’re being ridiculous. It’s milk. Full cream, low fat or chocolate or strawberry, it’s still a milk. Taste the same. Period.” Jungkook harshly grabs the carton of milk from your hold. He wants to put it in the fridge but you’re not backing down. You pulled the poor milk back and hence began the tug war of milk with Jungkook. That’s right, nothing ends well if the two of you bicker. No one knows how to surrender first. Jungkook pulled it a little too hard causing it to slip from your reddened fingers and his strength caused it to fall down the kitchen counter. Spilled milk is everywhere. Tainting the floor white. 

“You stupid!” You yelled at him. Looks like Jungkook himself was in shock as he certainly didn’t mean it. But there’s no use of crying over the spilled milk. 

“Great, you don’t want it right. Good job, ____.” He smirks devilishly at your frowning face. Annoyed that he used your favorite phrase whenever you wanted to torment him. “You clean it,” Jungkook makes a disgusting face and turns away while wiping the remnants of milk on his expensive pants.    

“No! It’s your fault. It was your hand!” You point your finger at him. Jungkook ignores you completely as he snaps the door handle to his room. He wanted to go back to hell away from you for a while. That is how this mess began. He has no idea how you managed to slip along the portal with him. Usually, not for the rest of Jungkook’s life, no one ever walked the portal. Unharmed and still sane. 

To you it’s bewildering, you swear you followed him to his room not this eerie garden. 

“Come closer,” he said with a low voice. He doesn’t want anyone eaves-dropping. Hell creatures are very fast at catching scared human’s smell. So, he thought the best way is to mask your smell with his. He pulled you closer since you don’t seem like you wanted to obey him anyway and he instantly hugged you. Not a polite greeting kind of hug, this is like a tight embrace, bone crushing hug.

“Jungkook what the fuck! You’re suffocating me,” you tried to wiggle away from his hold, but failed miserably. 

“Stay still,” he groaned. Irritated, but he will never forgive himself if anything happened to you because believe it or not he actually has a soft spot for you. The sin's prince will never let anyone take another breath if he was screamed at the way you screamed at him. Yet you're the only one allowed to torment him. 

Honestly, the hug shouldn’t take this long but Jungkook is lost in your smell. He will never admit it but you're so soft and tiny, and it takes him zero effort to circle your whole figure with his arms. He likes it. Nuzzling around your hair and neck, making sure he is spreading his scent all over you. “Kook,” you softly call him, feeling extremely ticklish. The whole scenario is so weird because you stone cold roommate Jungkook is hugging and smelling your hair. But you’re suppressing the laugh that is boiling ready to burst out. It tickles!

Closing his eyes he rubs his cheeks on the top of your head. Holy hell I never know this is so cozy. Jungkook thought to himself. 

“Kook,” you squeaked out loud giggles at the sudden move from him and Jungkook’s eyes were shot open. Your laugh is too loud. Everyone will definitely hear you now. The thing about hell is, it’s a place of agony and pain. The usual sounds echoing the place are sobbing, crying, wailing or shallow screaming of pain. But laugh and giggles? That obviously wakes someone up. 

Jungkook is right. 

Suddenly there’s a flock of crows flying above his head with loud caws. Indicating someone is awake. Must be one of his brothers. He silently pleaded it’s not Seokjin while muttering curses here and there. Pulling you tighter to his chest you were left speechless. This is because you don’t know what is going on and Jungkook is just dragging your body through the bushes. You let him, it’s not like you can stop him anyway. Weirdly enough, Jungkook is moving so fast, seeing the blurry of everything around you and yet he holds you so tenderly. With his one hand cupping the back of your head and the other one is on your waist. You didn’t even realize that your feet are not touching the ground, Jungkook just carried you. 

“Jungkook,” you sound so scared. 

“You’re okay, we’ll get out of here. Hold tight.” Jungkook hushed you. Of course this is scary to you and Jungkook shakes his head at his own mistakes. He needs to fix the portal, and explain everything to you.

The only one he can think of right now is looking back for his portal in the garden. It's close but then he heard you whimper while your hands are tight on him, hiding your face on the crook of his neck. You saw a big fire. So big! It’s like a tsunami but it’s fire. 

Jungkook doesn’t need to turn around to see because he already knows it’s Seokjin. Seokjin is his dear big brother. He is in charge of the garden. If Seokjin can sense intruders in the garden he just breathes out fires. To scare them away, his fire can never burn Grandpa Hades fire-proofed garden but it can be terrorizing to small creatures. Especially a human. The one that he’s carrying right now.  

Your eyes are shut tight as you can feel that your breath is getting more laboured. You can feel the heat from the fire and even though Jungkook is fast, the fire seems determined to chase him. This must be a nightmare. Your eyes started to water. You’ve always been scared easily. Which is why you needed a roommate in the first place.

Jungkook gasps in relief as he can see his portal. It’s not a door, it’s an emblem he hid around the black flower bed. You cannot catch words coming out of Jungkook’s mouth. They sound so foreign and you listen to him chanting the words. 

A rush of wind sweeps across your face and suddenly Jungkook halts in his step. He doesn’t even pant like any other human being did after they run a mile. He doesn’t even sweat. He waited for you to raise your head from his neck and your whimpering is echoing. You whip your head up as you can hear your own voice, it means that you’re in a tiny space, unlike the garden. And you almost collapse after seeing the same plain walls, your laptop and the paused drama, the spilled milk on the floor, and Xi Yu is licking them. 

“Xi Yu stop! It will make your tummy ache!” You jumped down from Jungkook’s arms. Rushing to grab your chubby cat. She is so heavy. 

Jungkook stares at you in disbelief, and he scoffed at you wiping the dripping milk under the cat’s chin. Xi Yu is a messy eater, but she likes Jungkook so Jungkook loves her too. “Well, your welcome.” he purposely raised his voice so you can hear him. Still carrying Xi Yu, with so much effort on one hand, you shuffled to Jungkook. 

He thought you were going to kiss his cheek as a thank you token, like in the movies, or maybe he gets to see you blush. What he didn’t expect was you kicked him on his leg, real hard. making him hopping with a painful look on his face. Glaring daggers and muttering “that’s for almost got me killed,” and you kicked on the other leg, “almost got burned up and roasted!” 

He yelped and rubbed his legs furiously. “Should’ve let Seokjin burned you,” 

You continue to scratch Xi Yu’s neck. Eyes squinting scandalously at Jungkook,  clearly you’re upset.

“I gotta go and settle this, I will explain later. Stay put, you brat,” Jungkook pointed at you and Xi Yu took this chance to start licking his finger. Jungkook instantly cooed at the fluffy ball. 

Jungkook turned his heel back to his door, but before he took another step, he looked back at you. With his sharp eyes and angry brows, and you imitate his looks. “Do not follow me this time.” He said in a low tone, intimidating you. 

“And when I come back, do that thing to me,” is that a red shade on Jungkook’s cheeks?

“What thing,” you bite back. 

“You know, the thing. Where I put my arms around you,” Jungkook swallowed hard at his own pathetic explanation while gesturing his hand towards his chest and you.

“Hugging?” You tilted your head, “You want a hug?” 

“Okay _____, fine. I’ll hug you later. Don’t have to ask.” Jungkook left you with a mouth wide open and his laugh echoed as he entered his room. 

“Did he just-” you asked the poor cat in your arms. She only meowed back.

“Yea, he wanted a hug and he made me ask if he wanted a hug and suddenly I’m the one who insisted him to hug me?” You shake your head. Truthfully you wanted to hug him too. He was so warm, or maybe it was you burning from the inside but no one needs to know that.

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“Jungkook!” Seokjin is already waiting at the gate of his portal. hands across his chest and his foot tapping the ground. his wings are wide spread, he just arrived at Jungkook’s portal after he found out the intruders of the garden

“You bring your mortal mate here?!”

[nyxshadowhawk]

Hellenic Gods Fact Sheets and Hymns: Hecate

Other Names: Trivia, Brimo

Epithets: Anassa eneroi  (queen of those below), Aidonaia (lady of the Underworld), Amibousa (she who changes), Atalus (tender, delicate), Borborophorba (she who feeds on filth), Brimo (angry, terrifying), Despoina (mistress), Eileithyia (of childbirth), Enodia (of the roads), Epaine (dread), Euplokamos (bright-tressed), Khthonia (of the Underworld), Kleidouchos (keeper of the keys), Kourotrophos (protector of children), Krokopelos (saffron-robed), Liparokredemnos (bright-coiffed), Nycteria (nocturnal; of the night), Nyctipolos (night-wandering), Perseis (destroyer/ daughter of Perses), Phosphoros (light bearer), Propolos (guide), Propylaia (the one before the gate), Scylacagetis (leader of dogs), Soteira (savior), Trikephalos (three-headed/of the crossroads), Trimorphos (three-formed), Trioditis (of the three ways), Trivia (of the three ways).

Domains: Witchcraft, magic, necromancy, ghosts, nightmares, death, initiation, the crossroads, gateways, passage between worlds, and the night.

Appearance: [My UPG] A tall (over 6’) woman, neither young nor old, with waist-length black hair, pale skin, prominent cheekbones, a heavy jaw, and intense green eyes. She is usually dressed in black folds molded into a simple dress or robes. She has a severe expression and an intimidating presence. She speaks with a low voice.

Sacred Days and Festivals: Eleusinia (22 Metageitnion). Nemoralia (August 13th-15th). Deipnon, last day of each (lunar) month.

Symbols/Attributes: Torches, keys, daggers, strophalos (iynx wheel)

Sacred Animals: Dog, polecat, serpent, horse, frog.

Sacred Plants: Yew, cypress, garlic, willow, hazel, black poplar, aconite, belladonna, dittany, mandrake, hemlock, asphodel

Elemental Affinity: Darkness, light, fire

Planet: Moon

Colors: Black, saffron, silver.

Crystals: Black onyx, hematite, obsidian, black tourmaline, moonstone, smoky quartz, agate, amethyst.

Incense: Myrrh, almond, cypress, camphor, saffron, mugwort, pomegranate.

Tarot Cards: The High Priestess, The Moon, Death

Retinue: Empousai, ghosts of the dead, dogs, Lampades (torch-bearing underworld nymphs)

Associated People: Witches (and other magic-users), the dead

Offerings: Bread, eggs, honey, garlic, menstrual blood, graveyard dirt.

Syncretized With: Artemis, Diana, Persephone, Eileithyia, Selene, Nephthys, Ereshkigal, Nicnevin, Heqet

Hymns to Hecate

Orphic Hymn to Hecate

Hekate Enodia, Trivia, lovely dame, Of earthly, watery, and celestial frame, Sepulchral, in a saffron veil arrayed, Pleased with dark ghosts that wander through the shade; Daughter of Perses, solitary goddess, hail! The world’s key-bearer, never doomed to fail; In stags rejoicing, huntress, nightly seen, And drawn by bulls, unconquerable, monstrous queen; Leader, Nymphe, nurse, on mountains wandering, Hear the suppliants who with holy rites thy power revere, And to the herdsman with a favoring mind draw near.

Hecate’s Hymn to Herself

I come, a virgin of varied forms, wandering through the heavens, bull-faced, three-headed, ruthless, with golden arrows; chaste Phoebe bringing light to mortals, Eileithyia; bearing the three synthemata [sacred signs] of a triple nature.  In the Aether I appear in fiery forms and in the air I sit in a silver chariot, Earth reins in my black brood of puppies.

(From Porphyry’s lost commentary on the Chaldean Oracles, preserved by Eusebius of Caesaria in Praeparatio Evangelica. According to Porphyry, this hymn was composed by Hecate herself.)

Magical Invocation to Hecate

Approach, you of the netherworld, of earth, of heaven, Bombo! You by the wayside, at the crossroads, light-bearer, night-wanderer, Enemy of light, friend and companion of night, Rejoicing in the howl of dogs and in crimson gore, Lurking among the corpses and the tombs of lifeless dust, Lusting for blood, bringing terror to mortals, Grim one, Ogress [Mormo], Moon – you of many forms, May you come gracious to our sacrificial rites!

(Preserved in Refutation to All Heresies by Hippolytus)

Invocation to Hecate from PGM IV 2708-84

Come, giant Hecate, Dione’s guard, O Persia [daughter of Perses], Baubo Phroune, dart-shooter, Unconquered Lydian, the one untamed, Sired nobly, torch-bearing, guide, who bends down Proud necks, Kore, hear, you who’ve parted / gates Of steel unbreakable. O Artemis, Who, too, were once protectress, mighty one, Mistress, who burst forth from the earth, dog-leader, All-tamer, crossroad goddess, triple-headed, Bringer of light, august / virgin, I call you Fawn-slayer, crafty, O infernal one, And many-formed. Come, Hekate, goddess Of three ways, who with your fire-breathing phantoms Have been allotted dreaded roads and harsh / Enchantments, Hekate I call you

[…]

O Hekate of many names, O Virgin, Kore, Goddess, come, I ask, O guard and shelter of the threshing floor Persephone, O triple-headed goddess, Who walk on fire, cow-eyed BOUORPHORBE PANPHORBA PHORBARA AKITOPHI ERESHKIGAL / NEBOUTOSOUALETH Beside the doors, PYPYLEDEDEZO And gate-breaker; Come Hekate, of firey Counsel, I call you to my sacred chants.

[stof-de-3e]

Lady Perse

[harryh0ud1n1]

[ishmaelpoe]

Lady Perse