Aphrodite. It was one of the goddesses that Hekate avoided. If anyone was the opposite of Hekate, it would be Aphrodite. She represented everything Hekate wasn’t – passionate, light, beautiful, charming. Hekate was apathetic, dark, hideous (whether it was in personality or not), off-putting. Disliking Aphrodite came easy to Hekate; and so she couldn’t help the slight furrow of her brows upon the arrival of Aphrodite to her presence. Hekate just wished that it was Hades or Persephone that she would have to run into rather than [i]Aphrodite[/i] and Hephaestus.
“Hello, Aphrodite.” Hekate said brusquely. 

How was mortal life treating her? Hekate didn’t know how to answer that. Living as Katherine, a Medical Examiner, had been easy. It offered the solitude that Hekate once experienced as a god, not having to worry about socializing. The only socialization Katherine received was from detectives and the dead (with the occasion of a corpse’s loved ones, but Katherine conveniently ducked out during those times). However, her past persona’s didn’t live life as easily. Her stripper identity had been treated worse than a dog. And, well, it hurt to think about her life as Rina. The betrayal still stings, though her love for that damned man has faded long ago. In short, mortal life had treated her like shit – but it was a lot better than being the deity she once was.

While she hated to admit it, it hurt Hekate to walk the streets and see mortals cower before her. And it was only with reluctance that she accepted the offerings from those that did it out of fear. She lived with the knowledge that if the mortals understood how to kill her, they would do it in a heartbeat. Hekate, who was destined to protect the balance of good and evil, had been, herself, labeled evil in the process. Terrible lies were spread of her witch-children (poor, poor Circe) and her only friend was captured by Hades (Oh, how she had missed Persephone before Hades reluctantly allowed her into the Underworld).

But of course she wouldn’t tell Aphrodite such things.

“Quite well.” Hekate glanced into the eyes of Aphrodite, taking in the appearance of [i]Calla[/i]. “How has it been treating you? Just as well I assume.”

Hekate wasn’t the most confrontational person ever. But god damn, Aphrodite just got under her skin. Maybe it was Katherine talking in that moment, or maybe it was just pent up frustration. However, the fact that Hekate was opening up her mouth without thinking and saying the unthinkable came unwittingly.

“I am more curious, however, as to why you’re talking to me. You’re dear husband is just over there, after all? Or are you still being an adulterous bitch? Because one seems more likely than the other.”