On Earth, Hekate floated slowly village to village, drinking in the despair the cries of anguish, the fear of death. It was her ambrosia, her wonderful strength. She inhaled it deeply, hungrily, realizing full well her moment was upon her and she would seize it with open arms. Hades in his foolishness had fell in love, weakening him as the other gods, but Hekate had no love of another. Not at all, she loved power, and when confronted she would drink his power through his desperation, his grief like she did any other. She was positively elated for it wouldn't be much longer she would be Queen of the Underworld and Greece would bow to her power. Even the great and powerful Zeus would bow before her, she shivered in anticipation running her hand across the live infant frozen in his dead mother's arms. Yes, she would rule completly and there was not a soul to stop her.