Be careful what you wish for
"Goddess Hecate, work thy will!"
Hekate rolled her eyes. Not another one.
She sighed. This trick was getting really, really old. Being invoked for a good reason was always pretty sweet, but when you were being called on by every other angsty and ahem, 'alternative' teenage girl in the Western world, it was kind of a drag. It was actually a lot of a drag. Hell, it was a godsdamned pain in the ass.
What was wrong with picking on some other deity? Like a Celt or A Nord or ohhh....somebody who was not her? Why was she the one thrown into all this tra-la-la, Barnes-&-Noble-spellbook shit, huh? Who was telling these braindead mares that by simply mentioning Her name, a Goddesses name, they would get everything they damn well wanted anyway?
If she ever found them, ohhh, they were going to pay.
Hekate I want to make this boy like me. Hekate I want to turn my brother into a rat. Hekate I want a pony named Sugar with long pretty hair and sparkly hooves. And what was offered in return, huh? What did she get for giving them powers and magic, hmm? Jack all, apparently.
Hekate didn't buy that. Using magic to enrich and wisen your existence was one thing, but depending on it like a damn mystical credit card was quite another.
"So, what do you want?" she asked, though the girl would never hear her
Moving around the girl's dresser, she picked up a photograph lying near some candles and...Hekate made a face; what the hell was that nasty whiff meant to be?! Yeah, great, invoke an ancient goddess with your skeezy joss sticks, well done. Looking at the photo, she made an even more disgusted face, and glanced at the girl.
"You're invoking me for this?! Wow...really are desperate, aren't you? Don't get me wrong, if I looked like you, I'd be aiming low as well, but I'd at least aim for something resembling a human. Is that a nose or a snout? I really can't tell.."
She sighed, picking up a candybar and undoing the wrapper as the girl began her chant mantra...thing. It was clear that this blooming - or more aptly, wilting - adolescent had no clue what she was doing. Hekate sighed irritably, and turned the girl into a puppy. She wanted to look cute, she got cute. After all, even the ugliest dogs were given some definition of loveliness.
After tampering with the spellbook a little, she finished off the candybar and returned home to catch the end of Bewitched. She just had to learn that bitch's nose twitch thing, it was pretty damn cool.
Hekate rolled her eyes. Not another one.
She sighed. This trick was getting really, really old. Being invoked for a good reason was always pretty sweet, but when you were being called on by every other angsty and ahem, 'alternative' teenage girl in the Western world, it was kind of a drag. It was actually a lot of a drag. Hell, it was a godsdamned pain in the ass.
What was wrong with picking on some other deity? Like a Celt or A Nord or ohhh....somebody who was not her? Why was she the one thrown into all this tra-la-la, Barnes-&-Noble-spellbook shit, huh? Who was telling these braindead mares that by simply mentioning Her name, a Goddesses name, they would get everything they damn well wanted anyway?
If she ever found them, ohhh, they were going to pay.
Hekate I want to make this boy like me. Hekate I want to turn my brother into a rat. Hekate I want a pony named Sugar with long pretty hair and sparkly hooves. And what was offered in return, huh? What did she get for giving them powers and magic, hmm? Jack all, apparently.
Hekate didn't buy that. Using magic to enrich and wisen your existence was one thing, but depending on it like a damn mystical credit card was quite another.
"So, what do you want?" she asked, though the girl would never hear her
Moving around the girl's dresser, she picked up a photograph lying near some candles and...Hekate made a face; what the hell was that nasty whiff meant to be?! Yeah, great, invoke an ancient goddess with your skeezy joss sticks, well done. Looking at the photo, she made an even more disgusted face, and glanced at the girl.
"You're invoking me for this?! Wow...really are desperate, aren't you? Don't get me wrong, if I looked like you, I'd be aiming low as well, but I'd at least aim for something resembling a human. Is that a nose or a snout? I really can't tell.."
She sighed, picking up a candybar and undoing the wrapper as the girl began her chant mantra...thing. It was clear that this blooming - or more aptly, wilting - adolescent had no clue what she was doing. Hekate sighed irritably, and turned the girl into a puppy. She wanted to look cute, she got cute. After all, even the ugliest dogs were given some definition of loveliness.
After tampering with the spellbook a little, she finished off the candybar and returned home to catch the end of Bewitched. She just had to learn that bitch's nose twitch thing, it was pretty damn cool.