Kate Rhodes, Paranormal Detective

 

So I understand you want to hear my story? I’ve spent more than 450 years trying to stay hidden from the world. What I do isn’t for the faint of heart. I’ve seen and done things most mortals couldn’t fathom. However, this modern society does seem to be a little more accepting of the macabre.  

What the hell? Why not? Maybe it’s time I tell my story. It hasn’t been all that pretty, but it hasn’t been all that bad either. I’ve met some of the most interesting people, fought some of the strangest beasts, and loved some of the worst scoundrels in history. 

My name is Kate, Kate Rhodes, and I run this agency. It’s not much but it pays the bills. Okay, it’s was a pretty lucrative business in the past, but you mortals don’t seem to fear the unknown as much these days. I remember when you mortals cowered from every little thing that went bump in the night. Now, you can’t seem to get enough of it. 

Let me give you a little history about myself. I was born in the Black Forest region, in 1566. My family lived in a tiny village deep within the woods. The villagers had purposely cut themselves off from the rest of the world in an attempt to stave off the persecutions of the church. You see, my people still believed in the old ways.

My ancestors had migrated from the Mediterranean region after the downfall of Rome. Over the course of some three hundred years of travel, they ended up in the Black Forest. They came across a small village that was on the verge of dying out. In an attempt to keep both bloodlines alive, they merged into a single society. 

The men of our village worshipped Odin, the god of the people who’d taken us in. The women of our village worshipped the goddess Hekate, the deity we’d brought with us on our travels. It was because of this that our village was sought out.

The men became known for their wisdom and knowledge. As followers of Odin, they spent all their time learning and teaching. People would come to us from miles around, in hopes of gaining some of the knowledge that our men possessed.

The same was true for our women. As followers of Hekate, the women were known as great healers or poisoners, depending on the circumstances. However, as the new religion took hold, we became the stuff of nightmares. Our men were said to be sorcerers who knew the secrets of both life and death. Our women were said to be witches who communed with the devil himself. 

I was born just before the first full moon of the harvest season. The women of the village had taken me out into the forest and began the dedication of my life to the goddess. It was the last time I ever felt the touch of my mother’s hand. 

Just before they began the ritual, a young boy came running from the village. He told the women that soldiers had invaded and were rounding up the men. My mother placed me in the hollow of a tree before she and the rest of the women made their way back. It was the beginning of one of the biggest witch hunts in the region’s history. 

As she was being bound and thrown into a wagon, my mother begged the goddess to save me and protect me from the creatures of the night. She vowed she’d give up her life in order to save mine, and that’s just what she did.

Sometime during the night, my cries were heard throughout the forest. However, not a single predator or scavenger came for me. Something had come to the forest that kept them all at bay. Something that reeked of ancient magic. 

While I lay in the hollow of that tree, a mist came in and covered the land, wrapping itself around the tree. Handlike wisps reached in and picked me up, pulling me into the darkness of its folds. It was cold and damp, but somehow calm and comforting. 

“There, there, child,” I heard a crackling voice say to me, “you’re safe now. From this day on, you’ll never have to worry about a thing. Grandmother Hekate will protect you forever.” She pulled me to her breast and I began to suckle, allowing me to become immortal.

Hekate took me to her lair and raised me as her own. She gave me the name Hekate Medea Selene Rhodes and taught me everything I’d need to know in order to fulfill my destiny. She taught me how to make potions and poisons, how to commune with nature, and how to traverse the veil between life and death. 

For a little over 30 years, I grew and aged as anyone else. However, on my 33rd birthday, Hekate began the ritual that would put an end to my physical aging. Her daughters Medea and Circe joined us, helping their mother with my final transformation. It was magical, it was enlightening, and it was bloody-well painful. Did you know that you have to die, in order to live? There, that’s a thing you know now.

So, anyway, around the first part of the 17th century, I left Hekate’s lair and joined the mortal world. I had seen the way mortals lived, but only from the shadows. I began to wonder what it would be like to live as I would have had my mother not died. I had no idea what I was in for.

It didn’t take me long to realize that the mortal world is filled with strange creatures and otherworldly beings. Some are dark and creepy, gaining pleasure from tormenting humans. Others are quiet and secluded, wanting only to live as normal a life as possible. 

I created my detective agency to help mortals rid themselves of unwanted guests. Before long, I was helping some of those otherworldly beings with their problems. Things aren’t always as they seem. 

Yeah, so that’s a quick rundown of my life. It’s not the most exciting part, but we’re just getting started. Tell you what, let me set you up an appointment and we’ll talk some more. I’ve got a lead on a recent Mothman sighting and I need to find my witness. 

Oh and hey, before you go, that weird dream you keep having? Her name is Clementine and she’s a bored Succubus. Tell her I said back off or she and I are gonna box…again. 

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Image by pictures101 from Pixabay

 

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Christine has been writing online for nearly 30 years. She's been published both online and in print in a wide array of genres. She is the owner and main writer for The Multi-Verse.

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