Brief
Hekate is the hunger that laughs. The feisty demoness drips charm and mischief, but her sweetness is only the bow on a box filled with teeth. She is a killing machine by nature and choice, preying on souls without bias — human, demon, beast, or god — for her hunger is endless. Whether she’s toying with prey or delivering a killing blow, she exudes playful cruelty, finding beauty in the dance between life and death.
The air is hot enough to sting the lungs, carrying the scent of ash and scorched metal. She’s walked forward, tail swaying lazily, licking a streak of red from her fingertips. The voice of the last man in the alleyway cracked, pleading.
'W-Wait! No, please! Wait a sec-'
SLASH!
She didn't let him finish. Why would she? She was hungry. Her tail slashed the man across the neck, his body falling with the other five as she devoured his soul.
"Hm. Fun's over, I suppose... Shame. I'm still hungry."
