Ἑκάτη // Hecate

Last night I found a new friend. A tiny scrap of starlit fur, she was staring down cats much larger than herself. Naturally the felines left as soon as Sirius came to play.

I brought her home, bathed the wee thing and have named her. Asteria, after my mother. A suitable name, I think. According to the Internet (currently having a fit over some pop singer), she is a white shepherd. Sirius and little Asteria are currently engaged in a battle of wills, so I must go minimize damages.

My lord and lady, I have news of a disturbing nature.

Eos has arrived and I fear she's entered your home and taken pictures of Hades in the shower. I believe she is also a student of his? She found a key left above the door. I have taken matters into my hands and removed the key to a safer location.

I do not have the pictures in my possession, though I can rectify that situation.

I allowed a little coven of 'witches' as they called themselves, babbling such things as rule of three and other such inanities to use my extra store room. I fear they will not be allowed to return.

They dared invoke my name in a ceremony. They wished to summon me. Oh I did answer their call. I am without my usual powers, but it was an easy thing to call my companions to me, both living and dead. Oh the screams of terror were so sweet, I've not heard such since my metaphorical fall. And such a rush for the door. Sirius gave a masterful performance.

Such foolish mortals. They have chosen the wrong way to request my presence. Disregarding my temporary mortality, they used the wrong ritual and completely wrong pantheon. I do not wish to rub elbows with gods from whatever cultures those mortals think are interesting.

The moon is full again, and my companions have fled Selene's face. The mortals have nearly conquered the night, attempting to bring Helios back from his slumber with their love for the artificial torches and lamps.

Sirius lopes alongside me, as is his wont. It feels right to have something of home with me, even though we are fallen far from grace.

Work today was mundane. So many 'Wiccans' as they call themselves invoke my name for their spells, and yet they do not detect that the shopkeeper was their Goddess.