The small man paced back and forth in his small office. Flamel had escaped him again. And this time he had had the assistance of Niccolo Machiavelli. Their Elder Master's would not be pleased.
"We will capture them, John," the Italian said calmly from an armchair in the corner of the room. "Nicholas knows we no longer need him or his wife. The twins are the key now."
"And we failed to capture them as well!" Dee retorted bitterly, the room suddenly filled with the distinct odor of sulfur as his aura snapped alight around him, framing him in a sickly yellow glow.
The scent of snake overwhelmed the smell of rotten eggs as Machiavelli stood, his gray aura snapping and cracking on the air. "All in due time, my friend, all in due time."
The Magician ignored him and spun around and rested his hands on his desk, rotting the mood where his aura bit into it.
Throughout their argument, the two had been oblivious to the slight aroma of lime caressing the thick air, sending a clear and deadly message: I'm coming.
The Italian froze suddenly. Dee ignored him until the room fell deathly quiet. He looked over his shoulder as Machiavelli, "What is it?"
"I thought you said you destroyed the Yggdrasill," He said quietly, eyes looking off into the distance.
"I did," He responded, fear creeping into his voice. Hekate had few allies, but the few she had were infinitely powerful.
"And Hekate?"
"She died with the World Tree. Why do you ask?"
Machiavelli's head shot towards Dee, his face plastered with fear. "No she didn't."
Hekate walked calmly through Enoch Enterprises. The reception room was full with curious looking people, but no one unique. She sensed a few powerful auras but nothing special. The subhuman, abhuman, and inhuman creatures walked by her and hissed low and quietly, seeing through the incantation she had placed over herself to walk in the World of Man.
When she entered the elevator, she tore her glamour off, revealing her true form. The man waiting by the floor buttons just raised an eyebrow at her. He wore a tight black shirt and black jeans, in this day and age he would fit in with any teenage crowd.
"Back from the dead, hmm?" He said simply. When the goddess didn't answer he asked: "What floor?"
"Take me to the Doctor," She said coldly, knowing that he would understand. He pressed a button and the elevator hummed as they slowly went up.
Hekate eyed the young looking man for a while, when a broad smile stretched across her expression. If he noticed, he didn't show any sign of it.
"I didn't know there were any Nephilim left in California."
The young man glared at her, and then sighed. "Yes, my kind has all left. Only I remain."
"And why do you remain?" She asked, genuinely curious.
"John Dee has put me under a gaese, I am bound to him until he releases me," He said sadly.
"What is your name?"
"Uriel," He said. His voice had the strange accent of ancient Israel, with a tinge of Persian.
"Uriel?" She asked. She knew of the Nephilim. Although the existed within the Elder World, they were not Elders themselves. They were said to be children of the Angels of God.
"It was the name of my father," He said shyly. The young man looked about sixteen, when he was probably older than most civilizations.
"Well Uriel, I can release you," She said, her voice sounded almost happy, "if you assist me in the capture of Dr. John Dee."
The Nephlim's head shot up, eyes bright with anxiety. "Of course! I would be honored."
Hekate rested her hands on his head and began to move her mouth, words inaudible to the human ear. Suddenly, a white light shown around Uriel, giving him a divine look. When the light had died down, the doors of the elevator opened.
Green mist flowed off her fingers, filling the whole floor with the scent of lime. The Nephilim unsheathed a long scimitar, encrypted with ancient symbols. Hekate smiled maliciously as she walked down the long hallway towards the tall door at the other end that led to the English Magician.
"And so it begins," Uriel whispered to himself.
The Goddess with Three Faces shook her head. "And so it ends."