Hekate and Zeus: They weren't kidding when they called me, well, a witch Who: Hekate and Zeus What: Hekate might try to smack some sense into him Where: Olympus Rating: tbd, In progress...
Power crackled around her, as if she had a great aura around her, and a mantel of pure magic. Hecate most often wore her power inside of herself, never on display, and even then she could not help the fact that people could sense it. They feared her, very few even met her strong gaze and even fewer still spoke to her. And now any whoever might have doubted could see why. Power rolled off of her like water over rocks in a river bed, each step resonating as she made her way through the halls of the Palace of Olympus. The fool, such a fool he was!
The doors to the throne room burst open with out her touch, she stood before the dais, her presence stopping whatever had been going on. She looked around at the grooms men and hand maidens “Leave.” her voice commanding, so much so that she did not need to say 'now' and her order was not even questioned. No one looked to Zeus to make sure, they just left. And once the room was cleared her cold dark eyes turned on Zeus “You are an impermanent child.” she chastised, her voice low in her throat.
Zeus raised a dark brow, still seated on his throne as he watched her. The power radiated from her--if anything, he could certainly see that. His mind did not need go far to venture what this display might be about. Indeed, he would have been foolish to think that none might have had some sort of opinion about the impending end of his union with Themis. She was kind, gentle, and well-liked. But no one had dared voice opposition to him. And no one, certainly, had dared chastise him about it.
"Excuse me, my lady?" he asked, coolly.
The words spoken by Zeus would have stopped anyone in their tracks. Anyone, this is, except Hecate. Her eyes narrowed at him as she steeped towards him. “Oh, so you are stupid now as well?” she spoke harshly “I guess it was not a far step from where you already stood.” She did not fear the king, at least Hades had her respect and Poseidon her esteem. But now Zeus held not even her love. And it was for this that Hecate was thankful Zeus had not asked her for her power, for she knew there was nothing he could do to her that would matter. She knew she could do far more to him. She briefly wondered if he had grown to arrogant to remember this.
“You do not think, to do not weight your options, you just do. With out care or feeling. Do you want everyone to think the King of Olympus is easily changeable, shallow, intemperate, incapable of keeping his word? For soon you will not need to tell them! Even the lowest beggar of a moral will know it in his heart if you keep up like this!” Hecate raged, fire burning in her dark eyes. Magic billowing around her like a storm.
Zeus stood, the thunder rumbling outside, lightning streaking across the sky, visible through the tall windows of the vast hall.
He had had enough. Let anyone think what they would; let them say what they would. He was the king, and the power was his.
The king could change his mind; he could do whatever he willed. He had absolute power; everyone knew that. And what he had given, he could take away, and what taken away, he could give back, and he could still take whomever to his bed that he chose!
"I'M THE KING OF OLYMPUS!" he roared.
Hecate was sure he expected her to cower, but she did not such thing. Instead she steeped close to him until her face was mere inches from his. Her voice a whisper “Do not try to intimidate me boy,” she chided coldly “I know the fears that have a hold on you, I also know you are only a few steps shy of having them realized.” he voice was still quiet, almost painfully so. She reached out and touched his face as she spoke “So you think I cannot turn your kingdom a sunder with all that I know? Do you not think that Poseidon or Hades would not take your power from you in a heartbeat if they had but the chance? You are weak, and you are fallible, and just like your father you will fall unless you take the necessary actions. It is not a son that will secure your power, but you Zeus.” she looked herd into his eyes. “Stop acting like a spoiled child and act like a king!” he voice normal volume with her last phrase but compared to the quiet it was akin to shouting.
Zeus muttered something indistinct, his blue eyes narrowing, lips pursing together in much the manner of a spoiled child. He knew, of course, that she was right. Damn the witch to Tartarus.
And while Zeus was quickly going to become known for his temper, he was not, on certain matters, a fool, and he was not going to challenge the witch. At least, not at the moment. His temper had not been so aroused that he had forgotten any and all reason.
"What would you have me do, then?" he half-sneered.
Hecate could not help it, but the ghost of a smile flitted across her lips as he accepted her and her words. “Your majesty,” she began as if she had not just threatened him with what he most feared, she spoke as any lady of court would be expect to, she even curtseyed to him (perhaps only because she knew how fragile his ego was and she did not wish to destroy it, just damage it) “I am just a simple lady of the cross roads, I know where each direction leads,” she looked up at him demurely fluttering her eye lashes “But I cannot make the decision for you, I may only advise.” she looked up at him through her heavy and dark eye lashes “Do not worry so much about a son, he will come... a few times over, but keep to your mind to be as a king, to act as lord of all. And then, by your grace, you shall sit upon this throne for a long time. No one will be able to take it from you. But only if you harbor kindness and humility in your heart, and not forget there are things even bigger then you.”
Zeus nodded, silent for a moment, almost marveling at the Witch's change in disposition, though he himself was much the same--volatile, oscillating, more than merely mercurial.
There was also something eerily, dangerously sexy about her, but Zeus did not dare complete that thought.
He was a proud god. Indeed, even that was an understatement. His pride had already been taken note of, his hubris near a tragic flaw. It almost pained him to admit his own errors. But he did so, though his teeth were slightly gritted as he spoke.
"Perhaps you are right," he said, after a long, grudging moment that seemed to stretch into an eternity.
Hecate's transformation was more for his benefit more so then the fact that the witch changed as easily as he. Just as she had shooed his servants away more for his sake then her own knowing Zeus would not have dealt less well to being schooled like a child in front of others. She stood slowly, nodding her head slightly at his words. “I would also suggest, at a later date, you try to mend your relationship with Themis. She is a good woman and has always given you wise and strong counsel.” Hecate paused “but for both of your sakes I know it will not be for sometime.” she allowed genitally.
And then she cocked her head to the side, and did not look him in the eye, but instead at his forehead. The witch then smirked. For she knew what was growing within his head, was a clever woman Metis had been even in her own death. “I pray for your majesty to remember himself, and more importantly remember the past so that you do no make the same mistakes.” she said before dropping her gave a few inches “I also find a cool compress to cure most head problems.” and perhaps that was not so much to teach him a lesson so much as Hecate figure for both Metis and Themis' sakes he deserved a little pain.
"Makes sense." His words were clipped, his tone short and his demeanor generally pouty, much like a child, an overgrown boy who had just been told that he could not go out and play as he liked, and had responsibilities to attend to. Zeus was typically chatty, loved to talk, to speak extensively, in fact, to comment on everything and anything, to dispense advise and boast and offer favors and compliments and, well, he was generally a conversationalist. But not then, not there, not in that particular situation, thinking of the particulars of his circumstances.
"Thanks," he muttered, gruffly. He would have a servant fetch him the cool compress shortly. At this rate, he was quickly approaching the point where he was willing to try anything. The fact that she had any idea what was going on completely escaped him, so wrapped up was he in his situation. Indeed, such it had frequently become with him, and so would it be in the years to come.
“Sire,” Hecate started plainly, noticing the expression on his face. “May I remind you why you keep me on your counsel, You do so because you know I will not clip my words or opinions to fit your mood. I will always be honest with you. You did not need to take my advice, that is your choice to make, but I urge you to at least think about what I have said.”
It was all Hecate could do, and she hated it, but the witch had a strict code when it came to decisions and she would not break it. Ever. It was her code, her law and for her the only think that kept her world in balance. That, and the knowledge that even as kingdoms fell she would still be here through it all. She looked to the king, inclining her head slightly she made her way to leave. And while he anger at Zeus still clung her her and tore at her insides she did feel better at least having said her peace. And she hoped he would heed her warning, that is all she could do. Hope.