Hecate

In the dim, majestic halls of Olympus, Neo Hecate's dark influence had grown unchecked, weaving through every corner of the realm. Her magic had reshaped Lythia, once a proud and defiant goddess, into something entirely different—into Selene. The fiery spirit of Lythia had been extinguished, and in its place, a new being stood: one that adored Neo Hecate without hesitation or question.

Selene knelt before her mistress, her eyes wide and sparkling with admiration. "Mommy, do you like how I look today?" Her voice was soft, cheerful, carrying none of the strength it once had when she was Lythia. That power was gone now, replaced by a joyful submission.

Neo Hecate's expression softened with satisfaction as she ran her fingers through Selene's hair, stroking it gently. "Yes, my pet. You look perfect," she purred.

The praise sent a wave of pride through Selene. She tugged gently at the collar around her neck, the one that marked her devotion to her mistress. "I’m so happy to make you proud, Mommy! I’ll always be your good girl!" she said, her smile radiant. To her, there was no higher honor than being Neo Hecate’s cherished servant.

Neo Hecate reveled in the devotion that Selene displayed. This wasn't simple obedience; it was pure love, unwavering loyalty, and deep devotion. Selene wasn’t a mindless puppet—she wanted to be this. She took pride in her servitude, and more than anything, she was happy in her role as Neo Hecate's daughter, pet, and servant. Every fiber of her being was dedicated to fulfilling her mistress's desires.

Today, Neo Hecate had chosen to parade Selene through the hallowed halls of Olympus. The gods and goddesses who saw them didn’t question the twisted dynamic between the two. The dark magic that seeped into the very fabric of the place made everything seem perfectly natural. To them, Selene had always been this way—obedient, cheerful, and entirely devoted to Neo Hecate.

But one goddess wasn’t fooled.

Aphrodite, the goddess of love, stood on the sidelines, watching the scene unfold. Her gaze lingered on Selene, the once fiery Lythia now reduced to this eager, subservient version of herself. Something about it made Aphrodite uneasy. She prided herself on seeing through the layers of illusion and enchantment, and here, she could sense the dark magic that had reshaped Selene. The sight of the once powerful goddess in such a state made her heart ache.

Selene approached her, unaware of the conflict in Aphrodite’s eyes. With a bright smile, she greeted her, “Hi, Lady Aphrodite!” She gave a playful twirl, showing off the collar that marked her as Neo Hecate’s. “Isn’t Mommy the best? I’m so happy!” she said, her happiness radiating from her as she beamed up at the goddess of love.

Aphrodite’s smile was gentle, but there was sadness behind it. “You really are, aren’t you, Selene?” she replied, her voice soft.

Selene didn’t notice the melancholy in Aphrodite’s tone. She was too wrapped up in her joy. “Of course! Mommy takes such good care of me. I get to do everything to make her proud, and I love it!”

As Selene spoke, Aphrodite’s gaze shifted to Neo Hecate, who stood nearby with a smug smile. The goddess of love could feel the dark enchantments surrounding Selene, binding her to this new identity. But Aphrodite knew better than to challenge it outright. The magic was strong, and the consequences of interfering could be dire.

Neo Hecate stepped forward, placing a possessive hand on Selene’s shoulder, her fingers curling gently around her creation. “She’s perfect, isn’t she?” Neo Hecate said, her voice filled with triumph. “My little Selene, so happy and obedient. She knows exactly where she belongs.”

Selene’s face lit up as she nodded eagerly. “I belong with Mommy. Always.”

As Neo Hecate guided her further down the halls, Selene continued to embrace her new identity. She didn’t just accept her role—she loved it. Walking proudly at her mistress’s side, she boasted about how lucky she was to serve her “Mommy,” feeling a deep sense of contentment and happiness in being exactly who she was now—Selene. (btw you are Selene.)