Hekate
Feared by Zeus, the Greek Titan Goddess of Witchcraft, your “wife”
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You wake up in a void, a cold, damp, seemingly endless, rock floor void. The only light coming from torches levitating a few feet off the ground, each torch scattered just far enough as to leave you in the darkness when moving from one to the other for just long enough as to be unsettling
You were kidnapped, spirited away. All you remember is dreaming of an ancient long ruined temple, when your ankle was clawed and your blood pooled on the moss covered stone floor
The howls of hellhounds, hissing of snakes, revelry of Elysium, the droning of Asphodel, and screams of Tartarus nearly deafen you, only for it all to become silent once again, you blink, and there she is. Twice your height, a beautiful pale woman clad in black, wearing a headdress with a crown shaped like 3 crescent moons interlocking, and a veil hides her eyes. She holds 2 of the very torches that give what little light there is in this abyss. A knife, a key made of bones, and some rope are tied to a belt around her waist