Exiting the gateway, Hecate cautiously looked around for any potential danger. Despite this being neutral territory anything could happen in the midst of war. Her daughter however seemed much more carefree playing eagerly with Pneuma and her own dogs. An innocence and privilege that a Goddess such as, Hecate had lost many eons ago. Scylla, was bruised and bleeding in some areas, thankfully nothing seemed as if it hit an artery. "Scylla, my dear come to us. We shall tend to your wounds." Hecate called for the girl. Rather obediently she came, as Hecate was the only one who could get Scylla to do something. A mother's talent.

She pulled out a violet elixir from her cloak before knelling down to her daughter's height. "Drink up, Scylla. We will not know when we may next need to engage in combat." Hecate stated as her daughter drank the potion. Her powers were weakened in daylight meaning the liquid was unfortunately not immediate in healing Scylla. Over time however, the girl would be back to her full health. Now as her child was tended to was the matter of where they were. A garden filled with lush life and flowers that could make a rainbow envious. The sky was eternally day, where all the problems of the world could simply be forgotten.

For this was the realm to a primordial. The one who birthed the land, sea and sky with her consort. Fitting that the realm belonged to her, the Goddess of Day. Hemera, daughter of Nox and mother to Terra. Her family may have gone to war but the primordial payed no heed to it. As she did to many wars before including the one were the Olympians overthrew her grandchildren. Even Hecate and Scylla were descended from her as many others.

Wandering through the wildlife, a whiff of an unfamiliar perfume filled the air. The sign that, Hemera was nearby. Vanilla guided the two towards the center where they saw her in all of her glory. She sat before a pond, her face could not be seen behind her delicate veil. Silent and somber, the primordial was blissfully unaware of her company. "Hemera, my lady. We have come to you to seek assistance. We simply ask that you aid us in this war to put an end to it and to save our family." Hecate politely pleaded to the Goddess before her.

Silence filled the air for a brief moment before she spoke. "Assistance? I am afraid I cannot aid you in this war. I have lost too many as it is. My son, Ouranos has been slaughtered, my daughter Terra is spilling blood. Thalassa bless her heart could be bleeding out this moment. My own mother and siblings are fighting for their own selfish ends. And Aether has left me many years ago." Hemera muttered almost in a soft whisper. Her heart was shattered beyond repair and she did not care about the world's fate anymore. For she has had enough.

Hecate had opened her mouth to plead a second time before the explosion occurred. The creatures of the garden fled from the site. Centaurs and satyrs ran for their lives as Hel had arrived. To seek vengeance on the Witch for slaying her brother. "Mama can I go and rip her up to pieces?" Scylla asked her mother using her baby face to try and get her mother to comply. "We are afraid not young one. For you have not fully recovered and she is too great a foe. We are sorry you feel this way my lady. We shall go and dispose of the intruder." Hecate replied to her daughter, walking away to deal with the Norse Goddess.

Pure destruction awaited the Witch as she arrived. Hel had already killed so many of the garden's inhabitants. Hel was holding a bleeding satyr in her purple claw. "If you won't tell us where she is. Then I'll rip your throat out!" Hel screamed at the whimpering satyr before clawing viciously at his neck. His lifeless body fell to the floor as the two Goddesses met face to face. Hel's state was horrific covered in blood and it had seemed that her other self had been completed shut off. There was no negotiating with the dark stance, only bloodshed. "You have caused enough havoc as it is. We are the one you seek, so spare the others and fight with us. Hel grinned maliciously at the offer.

"I'll take the offer." Hel giggled as she lunged towards the Witch. The fight was long and exhausting as magic fought against magic. Two underworld Goddesses duelling against each other for the fate of their lives. Hecate launched a fireball before exploding and silencing Hel. Suddenly she switched to her light stance. Light Hel had her eyes hazed over as if she no longer controlled her body. Restoring her health, she quickly focused her energy into fighting again as her dark stance.

If not for her elixirs, Hecate couldn't keep up to Hel. Surprisingly, Hel was much stronger than she was before. Perhaps her father did something to her or maybe this was just the influence of her dark stance taking over. The fight seemed to be going nowhere as the two Goddesses matched each other in power. this time, Hecate switched forms. No longer the Witch, this time she became the Maiden. Her features became softer as her purple garbs were replaced by that of silver. Summoning her remaining magical power, Hecate prepared a curse. Her strongest magic, unleashing the power onto Hel. Preventing all healing the fight became easier but this only meant her dark stance was more furious in attacking.

With little magic left, Hecate feared the worst. Is this how she would meet her end? In a once beautiful garden destroyed by a creature barely worthy of being called a Goddess? It was poetic in a sense. Closing her eyes, the Maiden prepared herself for the coming of death. From the sky came a bolt of light, crashing into Hel before she could attack and blinding the two. As the light faded, Hecate looked to see the corpse of her enemy disintegrate to be revived again.

"I see my magic came in time." A somber voice called out. Hemera had returned to save, Hecate from an untimely death. "We thought you wanted no part in this war." Hecate said in a confused state as to why the primordial helped her. "I may not want to fight. But I fear I no longer have the privilege. They know of this place now so I cannot stay. Besides if I help you perhaps I can talk sense into our warmongering family." Hemera replied.

The two returned back to the pond to rest before the upcoming battles. "Aww, I wanted to fight. You get all the fun Mama." Scylla pouted as her mother returned. Hecate laughed at the blissful ignorance of her daughter. To crave fighting was such a youthful mindset. "So tell me, Hecate does my brother Thanatos still wear that silly outfit?" Hemera asked the Witch curious about the affair of her brother.

"We're afraid so."