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Despite the otherworldly nature within every habitant, the island still had its share of peaceful moments and most of all, boring moments. Hecate had grown a certain expectation while making her way to Mount Phoenix, curiosity filling her brain about the land filled with the many gods and demi-gods of many beliefs. However, the first weeks had been rather dull, between the preparations of her home and the new workplace and the goddess had grown impatient, in need of a release.

For such occasions, there was a classic solution and seeing that type of establishment in a place like this somewhat puzzled her. Deities were known for their needs, but this was supposedly a haven for their offspring. A slight annoyance, yet she brushed the thought aside as her mind stayed behind while her body entered the room.  

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To claim violence was something she despises would be a lie. Even though Hecate was unable to apply or participate in the classic brawl or dance of punches, the goddess had her ways to bring pain and violence in her own way. Beyond being means to an end, the physical altercation had long been set as entertainment. Barbaric and mundane. Yet at the same time, fascinating. She was a goddess after all, and acts of wrath would occasionally be fun to witness and in this seemingly peaceful island, the only place that would suffice to appease this itch was ‘The Pits’.

Red light district wasn’t as busy as she’d expect and Hecate preferred it that way. Walking through the visitors' lounge, or a sample of a lounge made her slightly amused. Comparing to the people around her, Hecate obviously did not fit in, with her long black dress, stilettos and up-do. However, she did not care. If it came to that, a small gesture of hand could put any Demi-gods in a state of faintness or turn them into a squirrel temporarily.

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Music would usually snatch her out of boredom. One thing humanity did right was indeed compiling sounds and words into something that touched a soul, to the ones who have one, that is. With this in mind, Siren's Song became one of the establishments Hecate would often visit and once again there she was, browsing the recent releases as the orange rays of sunset reflected through the window.

Such peace was rare to achieve, especially amidst the anxiety regarding chaos that would come soon due to her offspring’s past. A thought to another time. Just about Hecate mindlessly hummed the chorus of the popular 90s song in the background, her artificial inner peace was abruptly cut off with the annoying sound of the phone’s ringtone. Clumsily, she took it out of her purse, only to let the device drop between the cracks of the LP shelves.

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The last week had finally paid off. Paperwork, organising her resources and teaching plans were a strain in her brain to the point she wouldn’t properly sleep. Not of stress, but of enthusiasm. Amidst everything she was, Hecate was loyal to her magic and nature. Above anything else, she was a Goddess and blessing others with her knowledge or power came naturally. That is, if people would be willing to learn and be patient.

Irony struck at the most inconvenient time, as she preached about patience, the goddess lacked such tolerance if the scenario would be rather unnerving. The very first day she would have a class to teach, Hecate would end up getting completely lost within the many corridors of Phoenix University. Every corner and turn were a copy of the previous she’d walk by and the students she’d encounter were of no help whatsoever. Perhaps due to the purple flames that would emanate from the tip of her fingers, or whaling spirits surrounding her?

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If there was a moment of peace, it would take place in the immense body of trees the forest had to offer. Every day Hecate pat herself on the back for choosing such a clever location for her residence. From exercising, relaxing or fulfill her godly duties, Hecate had a little treasure on that island. The day had started brilliantly, with no classes to teach so the goddess could take her time communicating with the many witches’ covens that were still active and under her protection.

The ritual to summon the apparition was rather simple. Lavender, lily-pad powder and an assortment of other flora and even fauna spread in a circle around her, with her main spell book laying on her lap. The enchant was merely audible, a spell so simple didn’t require a stern voice but would still need a few seconds of focus.

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Finally, she had someone from her past that would bring some joy and light hearted moments. Amidst all the chaos the first weeks were, Hecate had the time to properly look for the one demi-god in the whole island she’d smile without guilt to see. Thanks to her patience inability to use technology, finding people could be hectic, however thanks to a couple of chats around town, Hecate found out Arwyn’s second workplace. Having to visit him at The Pits was something she preferred to avoid, to not risk another encounter.

The goddess’s face scrunched subtly looking at the store’s facade, utterly confused of why he worked there. Perhaps just a clerk? The thought slipped her mind as she entered, scanning the establishment for any sign of him but ending up having to ask one of the staff.

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Grass under her feet, the sound of the breeze shaking the leaves around her and the exhilarating absence of modern society. As much as humankind's evolution was rather convenient, it could be overwhelming or bluntly annoying at times. That was exactly the reason that drove Hecate to make her home right into the heart of the forest, a place not all dared to step foot in. It was Hecate’s very first day completely stripped from responsibilities and no better way to rejoice it than performing the monthly ritual to catch up with her worshippers across the world.

Books, gemstones, dried leaves of rare plants and all the other common ingredients were ready, laying on the ground, forming a circle around her and the goddess was ready. The tingling feeling of the magic boiling from her skin was cut short, merely starting the preparations and Hecate could smash a skull out of annoyance. A tune. Melody chiming from a few trees away danced around with the wind, slightly familiar but Hecate’s bitterness at the situation fogged her mind from identifying it properly.

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“Bohdisattva Counseling Center.” Holding the pamphlet under the shade of her crimson sun umbrella, Hecate read the name of the building in front of her under her breath in a reassuring manner. It has been a shameful amount of centuries since she’d seen his face, even longer since the king had remotely directed a word at her. With a few steps Hecate would pass the Center’s front door threshold and she noted to herself the place actually looked quite charming, quite contrasting to his previous workplace.

The exchange between the receptionist was rather short, Hecate had no intention to dwell on such irrelevant chit-chat and simply made her way towards the indicated office, heels clicking against the seemingly marble floor strolling for her walk-in. Lucky timing uh? Or predicted circumstances thanks to a minor divination spell. “Mr. Doctor?”