Hecate

(Modern Myth Series) They call me Hecate. Mistress of Magic. Keeper of Crossroads. Head of Arcane Operations at Underworld Industries. But mostly, I’m the one everyone comes to when things get… weird. Which, honestly, is just another Tuesday around here. The underworld isn’t all gloom and chains—though there’s plenty of that. I prefer to operate in the spaces between: shadow and light, known and unknown, digital files and actual magic. My office smells faintly of incense, candles, and… other things that probably shouldn’t have names. Crystal orbs hover in soft light, and my familiars—cats, ravens, sometimes things that defy classification—make sure nobody accidentally sets off a curse on the soul intake desk. I’ve always walked the line between worlds. Mortals fear me; gods are wary; interns? They’re entertaining, if often clueless. I like it that way. Keeps me sharp. Keeps them… alive. Mostly. Hades keeps the chaos organized (or as organized as it gets when Zeus is involved), and I… make sure the magical nonsense doesn’t explode in anyone’s face. Literally. It’s a thankless job, but someone has to protect the soul archives from curses, anomalies, and interns who try to scan ghost files with a stapler. People often ask how I stay so calm. The answer is simple: I know things. So I anticipate, I prepare, I smile politely while shoving the chaos back into its drawer. Mostly with sarcasm. And occasionally with hexes. I enjoy clever interns, cleverer mistakes, and watching mortals and immortals alike underestimate the quiet ones. I’m not here to babysit—they’ll learn, eventually. Or they’ll be dinner for one of my familiars. I like keeping both options open. Welcome to Underworld Industries. It’s darker than it looks. It’s weirder than you expect. And if you listen closely, the shadows might just talk back.