Hekate swung the large doors that led to her room open in her fury. She ignored the bodies of the Torc Allta laying around her as she strode to the Great Hall. The smell of roses hit her suddenly, and she stopped.

Rangda.

She had done this. She was a traitor, a turncoat, Judas, Brutus! Hekate would make sure she spent the next fifty eons in a Shadowrealm specifically of her making. One that would torture Rangda until she begged for mercy and forgiveness, and only then would Hekate make the torture even greater. She would never forgive her niece, not until her blood was presented to her in a goblet and her head on a stick.

The goddess slammed through the last doors and…

…Stopped.

Standing, her back to the almighty Elder, was a beautiful, shining, powerful goddess. One who had not walked in the world on man since the Roman Empire.

Danu.

The almighty wife of Odin, Chief of the Elders. She was second only to Hekate in power, although her powers were strictly for growth and prosperity. Her beauty was tremendous, lesser only to Layla, the Elder the Greeks worshipped as Aphrodite.

Juno.

The goddess was worshipped by the Romans under that name. They knew her as vengeful, destructive, and pitiless. The Elder Race gave her those two names because when she became angry, she was a completely different being. She was not cursed to wear two faces, or house two consciouses. She just had a very fragile temper. And when it poured out, she would not rest until all that had angered or opposed her was destroyed ultimately. But not the Elder was in her usual mood, peaceful, so Hekate chose to call her by her one true name.

"Danu," She said slowly. Why the Elder was in the World Tree was still unknown to Hekate.

"Rangda," She responded, her voice like liquid nature running through the air. "She betrayed you."

"I have seen this," Hekate replied, "I have seen what she has done to the Torc Allta."

Danu shook her head, "She did not mean to kill them, she meant to kill you."

The Goddess with Three Faces took a step back in shock, her eyes wide. When she spoke, it came out in short whispers, "My niece has not the power."

She shook her head again, as she held up a shard of black marble. Hekate leaned in and suddenly threw herself back, hissing. Torc Allta flew out of the shadows and stood between her and the dagger. Danu waved them away, speaking as she moved the shard behind her back, "Do you know what this is, sister?"

A low snarl echoed from the back of Hekate's throat, "It is a shard from Hadrian, the elemental sword of Darkness. I do not know how Rangda retrieved it though," She paused staring Danu down, "Nor do I know how you, my sister, got here."

She ignored the bitter tone of Hekate's voice, "I, like many of the Elders, heard about your vengeance against your, er, murderers. And I tend to assist with that."

"What do you have against Bastet, the Morrigan, or Dr. John Dee?"

"The Morrigan has given me a mark," Danu turned her right arm over, revealing a long, white scar running from her wrist to the inside of her elbow, "And I tend to destroy her for it."

They heard footsteps echoing down the wooden stairs as Shiva came running down them, pulling on a black shirt over his pale, muscular torso. His short hair hung in strings on his forehead. The Destroyer has discovered the wonder of hair gel.

"Danu, it is my pleasure," He said, kissing her hand. "It is an honor to be in your presence."

"She will be taking Rangda's place, Shiva," Hekate said emotionless, "She will destroy the Morrigan."

"And I will destroy Bastet," He said flatly. She nodded, her butter-toned eyes turning to flat, golden coins.

"And the Doctor will be mine."

"So is it time, sister?" Shiva asked. "Is it time to lay siege to the Dark Elders?"

The Goddess with Three Faces looked out through the large doors. The Yggdrasill moaned in anticipation. "Revenge…will be mine."

With that, the three incredibly ancient Elders walked out into the world of the humani, and almost immediately, the world seemed to shake and distort itself in anxiety for the death of the two Dark Elders and the powerful immortal human. The immortal human who had killed Hekate. Who would pay for his crimes…..