Raise the Flag of Rebellion Against the Gods for You
"Indeed, you possess the ability to change destiny and rewrite inevitability..."
Hecate nodded slightly as she pondered, gently Nether Moon Staff in her hand on the ground, and a purple-red halo spread out.
At the same time, bees and butterflies fluttered among the flowers and grasses in the center, and beautiful purple light patterns floated, like a pair of slowly fluttering purple-black butterfly wings. Stars of light dust, like falling phosphorescent powder, rendered the surroundings in a dreamlike and illusory way.
From within the slightly twisted and minute crack, a handsome young man clad in black armor, with a calm demeanor and a slight smile on his lips, gracefully approached. To the slightly astonishment of the crowd, he pounded his chest with his right fist and bowed to Hecate.
The Goddess of the Dark Moon nodded in acknowledgment and then gave a brief instruction.
"Hypnos, they should wake up."
The young male god nodded respectfully, and with the fluttering of his purplish-black butterfly wings, a faint phosphorescent light drifted in the wind, scattering across the Elysium and onto the many sleeping heroic Heroic Spirit.
Hypnos, the god of sleep, Thanatos, God of Death, and Charon, Ferryman of the Styx.
No wonder the Elysium is so quiet; it turns out that the consciousness of these heroic Heroic Spirit bound here is completely immersed in the beautiful dream woven by Hypnos, God of Sleep.
However, this is clearly a sign of delusion.
If one carries the divine seal and is eroded by power for too long in the Elysium, one may lose oneself.
Hypnos is a god who is friendly to mankind, and everything he does seems to be more about preserving the humanity of these heroes.
As the Heroic Spirit gradually awoke, confusion and bewilderment permeated the crowd. They recognized and called out to each other, and their chatter and noise added a touch of human warmth to the peaceful and Elysium Bliss.
Seeing that the goddess he worshipped seemed to be extending goodwill, Circe, finally breathed a long sigh of relief.
Medea, her eyes sparkling, patted her chest with relief and quietly shifted the position of the wand beside her, its tip aimed at Hecate's wand.
The sight of her wiping the cold sweat from her palms on her clothes clearly revealed the girl's guilty conscience and lingering fear.
You actually dare to betray your goddess? You've got some nerve!
Upon catching a glimpse of this adorable and comical scene, Samael was both amused and exasperated, yet a warm feeling welled up inside him.
"Erase their divine seal, and they will become your allies."
At this moment, Hecate walked up to Samael, set up a barrier, and spoke indifferently.
The ancient serpent smiled slightly, not in a hurry to make a move, but instead looked at Hecate meaningfully.
"Removing the shackles from living people is many times more difficult than extracting the divine seals from these fleshly Heroic Spirit. It's not something that can be done in a day or two, so there's no rush."
"The divine seal has been stripped away; I can teach you..."
"Oh? You seem to be very familiar with this?"
"Because the Loom of Fate, which created these things, should have belonged to me..."
Samael gasped, Hecate, who remained calm and composed, a deep look, and asked with a furrowed brow.
"Why are you helping us? Without a proper reason, I highly doubt your motives."
Hecate was silent for a moment, then slowly spoke.
"I'm just helping myself..."
Samael glanced at little Medea, then turned back to look at Hecate, his eyes narrowing slightly.
"Is it because of Medea? What's your relationship with that girl?"
"I am the future, witchcraft is the future. After the disintegration of the divine era, the possibility I am most satisfied with is..."
After a slight pause, Hecate gave her answer in a slow, deliberate tone, seemingly with no intention of hiding anything.
Samael pondered for a long time, then looked up solemnly at the pretty face behind the veil that was exactly like Medea's when she grew up. His expression froze, he bowed slightly, and slowly spoke.
"So, like Gaia, the Earth Mother, you are also about to return to your origin? Your Hecate, or should I call you— Nyx, Goddess of Night? Or Ananke, the Goddess of Ananke?"
Hecate was stunned for a moment, and when she came to her senses, her brow furrowed.
"Who is Ananke...?"
While voicing his guess, Samael, who was secretly observing the subtle changes in the Goddess of the Dark Moon's expression, was also puzzled and scratched his head upon hearing this.
Ananke, in Greek mythology, is a personified deity of fate, destiny, and inevitability. He is the primordial god who controls all fate, destiny, and destiny, and holds a very high position.
Only this answer can connect Hecate with the information she revealed, such as the Loom of Fate, necessity, and possibility.
However, based on her reaction, the ancient Hecate seemed to have never heard of the name Ananke.
By the way, not only Hecate, but even Samael himself had never heard of this Greek deity who was touted as a god.
Oh no, you guessed wrong?
Samael looked embarrassed and was about to change the subject when his gaze fell on Hecate's calm eyes. He suddenly realized that he had overlooked a hidden answer.
"You admit that you are the incarnation of Nyx, Goddess of Night?"
Hecate's statement that she had never heard of Ananke was tantamount to acknowledging Ananke's identity.
"I have always been that way, and I have never denied it..."
The Goddess of the Dark Moon remained calm and responded indifferently. Then she paused, glanced around at the Elysium, and her brows furrowed.
"However, I paid a considerable price to break free from the void and gain a physical form. If you want to do something, you can only rely on yourselves."
"You used your own power to make a deal with Zeus?"
Samael recalled a passage he had read in Homer's epics and suddenly understood.
"It turns out that Gaia and Uranus had all their children..."
Give her a share of our respective honors.
Cronus' son (Zeus) never harmed her.
She didn't take it; she had her share among the Titan Gods back then.
She still has everything she had at the beginning.
As an only child, the goddess is not lacking in honors.
She received one in the sky, on land, and at sea.
Out of Zeus's respect, she received even more.
The epic specifically mentions Zeus's respect for Hecate, but what is even more intriguing is that the obscure myths rarely mention any great achievements Hecate has made. Unlike the Goddess of Wisdom, she did not make any contributions. Theoretically, as a deity of the same generation as Artemis, she gained immense prestige.
Even Samael, who indirectly participated in the war of the Old Gods, never saw the goddess Hecate actually appear.
Therefore, the most likely explanation is that Zeus received help from an Origin God from her.
Loom of Fate!
In return, Zeus helped her become the only one among the three gods of the underworld— Tartarus, the god of the abyss; Erebus, the Dark God; Nyx, Goddess of Night— to attain a physical form.
This is the origin of the so-called Hecate, Goddess of the Dark Moon. However, to transcend nothingness, there is no doubt that the price paid was extremely heavy.
Therefore, Hecate lost most of her powers, was unable to leave the underworld, and could no longer threaten Zeus's royal authority.
Another piece of evidence for this is that Nyx, Goddess of Night, and Hecate, Goddess of the Dark Moon, are both legendary triads, and their powers regarding night, death, and the soul overlap significantly.
The final piece of evidence comes from the attitudes of Thanatos, God of Death), Charon, Ferryman of the Styx), and Hypnos, God of Sleep) towards Hecate.
That respect went beyond the intimacy of peers; it was more like blind obedience and subservience.
Without a doubt, Hecate is the physical embodiment of Nyx, Goddess of Night, and the creator of God of Death and the others.
She and Aphrodite, the goddess of love and beauty, who inherited the powers of Eros, the primordial god of love, are both continuations of the old gods.
So these two are old acquaintances, no wonder their fight in Colchis was so intense.
At the same time, Samael's thoughts returned, and he also figured out the point that had been puzzling him the most.
Ananke does not exist now, but that does not mean it will not exist in the future.
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