Hekate Can Be A Cruel Mistress.
Hekate is the goddess of magic, witchcraft, the night, moon, ghosts and necromancy. She was the only child of the Titanes Perses and Asteria from whom she received her power over heaven, earth, and sea.

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Hekate Can Be A Cruel Mistress.
Hekate is the goddess of magic, witchcraft, the night, moon, ghosts and necromancy. She was the only child of the Titanes Perses and Asteria from whom she received her power over heaven, earth, and sea.

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"no one's born a monster, kid"|past para|CLAIRE&MARA
The yelling, it hadn't stopped all night. It hadn't let up. It was Mara's seventh birthday, a day that was supposed to be celebrated with love, presents, love, and for the first half of the day, it was. Mara had had a great birthday party on the Olsen estate, kids had come, plenty of presents given to her, but at the end of it all, Mara had come inside to her drunken father with a horrifying temper.
He hadn't stopped screaming at her the entire night, her brothers being instructed by him not to interfere, as he yelled and kept yelling at her, backing her up into a corner as he screamed. Everyone was to do whatever he asked, no questions. If he wanted to scream at his youngest, his only little girl, he could with no judgment to anyone else in the house. He was the alpha. Always the alpha. The words cut through her terribly, the poor little girl that was made up to look like a doll today, her bouncing curls, her little dress, her little shoes, everything about her so precious.
"...Pa-Papa, please, st-stop it, please!" She cried, tears streaming down her face, as he grabbed her by the shoulders. "You pathetic little girl, you're weak! You're weak!" He banged her head into the wall, and just like that, Mara ran into the comfort of her room, crying, falling onto her bed, her head pounding, the words he screamed so cruel.
"I'm so s-sorry, Papa, I'm sorry...I'm sorry, Mama..."