Underworld, the kingdom of Tartar, governed by Thanos
Hécate had been following a track for a long time, one that put his hair and that he wanted to think wasn't true. His's skills of his night's seer were somewhat blocked as if something prevented him from seeing at all; That brushed his skin because he could not be anyone to block a god.
For years he had moved the threads in different places without raising suspicions, but it seemed that the snake was quite elusive, something was sure, someone had been a traitor and was not showing himself as it really was. Surely with some more powerful black hand.