Ephemeral Death

they are held by Night. her long star-stained fingers are tangled into knotted feathers dark as the sky… light as the moon… and they are twins. the two sides of the same coin. he is one type of darkness. but his brother is…unspoken. Nyx holds them when they are born but they just grow to stand in the darkness —again, again, and always. “it feels better in the dark,” he whispers. and his dreaming twin, with bruising circles beneath heavy black eyes, nods in agreement. Thanatos smiles and runs his hands through cobwebs of dreams. this one died in his sleep: sometimes, the twins hold hands.

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"which river is most powerful?" zeus yells to the gods. "the styx," hades calls out. “nothing compares to hate. it powers sisyphus still.” "the acheron," ares insists. “pain will bring down even the strongest of warriors.” "the cocytus!" aphrodite wails. “its waters are swimming with lost love and lamentation.” "the phlegethon," hera says, head held high. “because it reminds us that life and pain go hand in hand.” "the lethe," whispers hestia, and no one hears her speak. “when you forget that which you stood for, you are gone. "you are nothing."