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Chapter One:

Battles are overrated when you have a good Bad guy.

The Past

I sat on a soft, velvet chair, resting my head on the palm of my hand. A low sigh emitted from my red painted lips. Zeus is in over his head! He could not possibly be going mad…insane could he? I thought, it was more of question to ask Athena. Then again…Athena really didn't enjoy my company.

"Hello Zeus.." I mumbled, looking up as he entered.

"Yes Hecate?" he said in an annoyed tone.

"Don't you think you are going over board? I mean just because you are the said 'king' of all of us does not entitle you to have an over flowing ego the size of the Nile river!" I stood up, walking to him, the words dripping from my mouth like venom. The others' gathering around the verbal duel.

"Listen, just because you're here, don't mean that I have to listen to your opinion. So, just run back to the kitchen where all women belong!" Zeus's words were like a slap to the face of all women kind.

I narrowed my eyes, all I knew of what happened next was simple as this, and easily put. My hand hugged his face, in other words. My right hand came rushing at his cheek, and once the palm and skin connected the sound rang out loudly around the room. A loud intake of breath would be heard from our friends and family alike. "Don't you dare insult me, insult the women because you can't make your own dumbass a sandwich, as if you knew how to begin with!" I snarled.

"Ooooh, you go girl!" Athena burst out, then just as quickly covered her mouth.

Zeus's face turned red, either out of embarrassment or sheer anger. Maybe a combination of both? "HOW DARE YOU HIT ME! –" he began, just as quickly as I interrupted.

"HOW DARE YOU HIT ME! Oh dear lord and all his good. You aren't all that and a bag of sun chips. In fact…you are the most annoying, self conceited, airhead WE have ever met!" I yelled.

He stepped closer to me, "I'm sick and tired of your interruptions! You have no place to tell me or anyone else what to do! I'll give you one more chance to get out of here before I cast you in to the pit Taratarus, Hecate!" he narrowed his eyes, the delicately plucked eyebrows mashed together.

"Says the God who plucks his eyebrows. And by the way, the left is slightly off than the right." I smirked now, shoving him away. His breath smelled as if he hadn't brushed then in a century.

Artemis and Bradley broke out laughing, but tried brushing it off as coughing when Zeus glared their way. Athena herself was giggling within the midst of the little duel between Zeus and myself. Everyone thought this entire thing was hilarious.

Then Zeus began, "You have until the count of 3, before I kick your ungrateful ass out!" he yelled, stumbling over the words. His body shook with anger. I smile of a job well-done came over me. I stepped closer, whispering in his ear.

"You don't have the balls to do it…then again maybe you do. But Zeus…you are nothing without the rest of us.." I stepped back, brushing against him, heading to my room to gather a few things. This night would be my last in Olympus.

"Correction…you are nothing without ME!" Zeus called after me.

Hecate was in her art studio, splashing blood red paint onto her canvas. She lived a fairly easy life in New York. One that kept enough money in her pocket to pay for her studio, apartment, bills and simple things such as, clothing, food, etc. She went by a different name than Hecate now. And it was still taking her time to get use to the change.

"Lily!" Jonathon called, holding up Subway bags. Jon was her boyfriend, one of four months. One she didn't care for. She smiled anyhow, putting her things down, walking over to him.

"Hola babe." Lilith kissed his cheek.

"I got you your favorite Black forest ham" He partly sung, smiling.

"Oh boy! Makes my stomach rumble in the jungle." Lilith giggled, pulling him upstairs into the apartment above the studio in which she also was renting. She plopped onto the bed, her legs crisscrossing, patting the space beside her.

He sat beside her, handing her the black forest ham sub, in which was hers. Lilith grabbed the sub, unwrapping it. Watching him shove his mouth full, she wrinkled her nose. "You know…there is such a thing as taking your time and eating in smaller….MUCH SMALLER bites?" she asked, arching a single eyebrow at him.

He smiled at her . "Hmmmfufff hdhdnnnaftr, hnnnff huhn dunhff izda auhdfsadf whoreeegghh" and then nodded.

"Excuse me?" Lilith threw the sub at his face, getting him. "Did you just call me a whore? Oh hell no, your dumbass must be mentally retarded." She screamed at him, her hand slammed directly into his jaw.

Jonathon fell on the hardwood floor and heard a cracking noise in his elbow. She grabbed his sub, peeling off the bottom bun with the chipotle sauce on it, and slammed it into his face, rubbing the bread across his eyes.

"Μεταμορφώστε να le λαγουδάκι RABBIT, για δέκα χρόνια." Hecate chanted, the wind swirled in the room, a bruised purple beam swirled across the male's body, and a poof of smoke filled the room. Once cleared, Jonathon was now Peter Cottontail.