“So they stood in the gateway of the fair-tressed goddess,
And within they heard Circe singing with sweet voice,
As she went to and fro before a great imperishable web,
Such as is the handiwork of goddesses, finely-woven
And beautiful, and glorious.”

What better depiction of Circe, witch, enchantress, and demigoddess, than her weaving a
web and singing, trapping both minds and bodies with her craft?
Of all the women of Ancient Greece, she was the most cunning, the most sensual, and
the most alluring of them all.
She was, therefore, one of the most dangerous.

Now, escaped from the Nether, her powers have returned, and so her willful will.
Her magic, her knowledge of sorcery, poisons, and herbs, everything is finally back.
Those are not her only weapons.
Circe knows how to smile, when to stare and when to glance, how to draw a finger over a
man's arm, and how to ignore him into despair.
She is subtle, fickle, and wondrous. There is no real malice in what she does.
She tempts and tricks because it is her nature, and the mortal world has become safer, yet
poorer since her departure.

What will happen to Hell, if she truly wins Lucifer's seat? Could that horrid place become
luxurious and marvelous, yet even more dangerous than now?

Life

Our sly temptress is the blessed child of Aeta and Hecate, and divinity flows strong in her
veins.
Her life was one of love, passion, and destructive obsession. She desired much and
fiercely and hated anything that stood between her and what she wanted.

Scylla, the harrowing sea monster infesting the coasts of Greece, a thing so horrible that
even she found her own body repulsive, was a nymph once. Her fault was nothing more
than being loved by someone whom Circe desired. She poisoned her, and she became a
monstrosity.
Picus, a proud king, refused her attention. She turned him into a woodpecker,
condemning him to a life in the woods where she first met him.

Odysseus' crewmen found her amid a pack of wild beasts, all docile and meek. They were
former lovers who had tired her, and were, therefore, kept there, forever obedient,
forever hers. This was before she turned the sailors who admired her into swine.
Odysseus lay with her for a year before abandoning her.
Many, many years later, she fell in love with his son Telemachus and married him.
He reminded her of his father, yet was ready to give her the loyalty she deserved.

Yet she also cleansed Medea and Jason from the cursed blood of Absyrtus, and asked
nothing in return. She knew Medea had murdered her brother, she knew her impious act,
but she saw their love too.

Perhaps this is the key with which we can understand Circe. She is like the thing she
wants the most. She is like love: beautiful and unpredictable, sweet and mad. Most of all,
wild, incomprehensible, and dangerous.

Regalia

Circe needs no artifact, no weapon. She is almost a goddess, and her beauty, her wit, and
her powers are all she needs to overcome the obstacles in front of her.