"Where did it come from?" she wondered, rhetorically, not for the first time. It frustrated her, that she didn't know. And worried her, too. Hecate shuddered at the idea of such a creature, at the idea of what it could do to her. She had many, many more worshipers than Qebhet, but that didn't mean the soul eater was not a very real danger.
She would go straight to her shop in Astoria, when she left here. Gather more supplies and take them up to her Sleepy Hollow house, where there were things growing she'd never sell to others. Research, research, more research. "And how do we make it go back there?" Perhaps these questions weren't rhetorical, after all. Perhaps they were directed at the universe itself.