"Really? If you’re aware that you look like a filthy little creeper, then why do you persist in the course of action that makes you seem so?" She raised a brow demandingly at the boy she’d found skulking about her country property. This, strangely, rang faintly of the time she’d found another young boy on the estate- granted, he’d turned up at her doorstep but still, there was something… reminiscent about it all. 

Oh. 

Well. 

That changed things somewhat. 

"Did Lou-Ellen send you?" 

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          all her children have that same magnetic            pull to them --the one that lures her in, bit            by bit. every single mortal through which            her blood PUMPS through.

                hecate's blood. hecate's children.

          she feels it now. the same ( singing ) call           albeit a bit less STRONG, but present all           the same.