"She is probably crying for you at this moment, my friend." Hekate's voice shrilled in my ear. I shivered, burying my head in my darling 'Seph's pillow. "He's probably introduced her to every sadistic pleasure known to man, and working on his own designs." Hekate was the only one to comfort me, but at the moment it wasn't a comfort it was adding to my dreary thoughts. I sucked in a breath, willing myself to die so that I could go below and protect her from that vile creature.
"She needs me." I whispered, my lips chaped from crying, from not being outside, from the cold I felt deep in my heart. "He's broken her and she needs me more than ever. How will I ever get her? How will I ever lay her to my breast and lie telling her it will be okay? How could I have been such a fool to let this happen?" I sobbed brokenly looking to my friend for answers. She shrugged running her frail hand through my hair.
"He's a snake, a demon, and he wants nothing more than to taint her purity. It is a shame Zeus let this happen." A wicked smile touched her lips, "It was never your fault, Zeus allowed his brother that power, he keeps you from going to her, he allowed her to be taken, to be raped." I beat my fist in anger at the wall, crying out in frustration, in despair. My baby! My baby needed me!
In all my emotional turmoil, I never caught the power flowing through Hekate, her gasps of pleasure, her eyes lightening in pure joy. She fed from despair, and she was hungrily taking in every drop. She was also sending pictures of rape, of spoiling, of every imaginable degradation she could think of to Demeter thereby tripling the despair rolling from her. In this light, in this power, Hekate was beautiful. Her whole body seemed to become more desirable to anyone that could get past the downtrodden goddess in front of her. If only.