GODDESS OF THE NIGHT

                                                 Nyx ♥ Erebus

     If she missed Erebus?

     What a question…

     Every waking hour of her eternity she was reminded of her seperation to the one she loved so much. Though she was a mother, she could never love her children like she loved her husband. A husband and a twin brother. A being so close to her and sharing a heart with he,r that it had never crossed her mind that they could ever be torn apart

     How foolishly naive she had been.

     Now every day she could only stare at the giant sealed door that held her away from her beloved, feel every m o v e m e n t on the other side, yet never be allowed to reach for him.

     Her place was here behind the seal, away from his claws of madness.

     Away from the tender touch on her skin

     Locked away from his spiteful words of illness

     Away from the loving poems he used to whisper to her

     Out of reach so he couldn’t dare touch her and use her powers

     Away so he couldn’t love her.

     The existance of humanity in exchange for her own happieness…

All too quickly does Thanatos’ expression change, shifting to a more at peace likeness. In fact, soon after does the rest of his body follow suit, a deep breath expelling any of his earlier thought. So too went with it his words, apparently, as he remains silent to her statement, instead focusing upon the hand that so lovingly runs through his hair.

It is a small action to be sure, but nonetheless one that he is pleased beyond measure to be able to receive. Given the nature of his mother’s relationship with his father, an occasion such as this was not to be squandered. It very well could be years upon years before Erebus became too exhausted to test the seal again and allow Nyx a respite from her prison.

“I wonder, yes…” He speaks up after a few moments of reveling in the quiet. “They always seemed so…. detached from their surroundings, until they were around that group of friends. To think that they all grew so close together that they were willing to sacrifice themselves to become the seal is…” He cannot even think of the correct word to use, not one that would do them justice, at any rate.

     Nyx thought back to the moment when Arisato Minato sealed her away from Erebus. It was a living memory inside her. If he had waited any longer both gods would have melted together to pure destruction and brought The Fall upon humanity. Erebus had been all to close, his claws on her throat, ready to completely meld with her, when the Childs light had seperated them, throwing Nyx into a safe place far away from her husband. 

     Truth be told she had hated him for it at first. All she wanted was to reach back to her beloved twin brother who was now unreachable to her, calling for him and trying to destroy the seal from her side, but soon she understood the truth behind it all. Her beloved brother had lost his sanity thanks to the craving of humanity. Despite his love for her Erebus had been willing to connect with her to destroy humanity. And with her solitude and time the thought of that scenario grew crueler with each moment.

     “Yes.... That Child in particular was quite hard to read. I too despised him at first. But he saw the truth and was ready for the worst punishment of it all. Sometimes I wonder if he wasn’t a Child of Eros.”

Ah, of course. It almost seemed cruel on his father’s part; to be so close, to speak with his mother dearest at one point, to promise of his unyielding love. Yet, in the next, to dash that all away beneath maddened bellows. Madness, that, Ryoji would quickly remind himself, is the fault of man.

For a moment ( oh but a moment ), the consideration is taken. There can be no humanity-driven madness in desire to afflict Erebus if no humans remain. And who is better to make it happen than He who guides Mankind to their Death anyway? Of course, it would be a grievous misuse of his power, and a direct offense of the highest degree to Zeus, but it pains him to see his mother and father alike in pain.

Of course, that thought is quickly dashed ( far too unreasonable of course ), and instead, his eyes fall closed. As Death often does, he fades from the sight of mortals of his own volition, not that many noticed him to begin with. With the steps that he takes, his surroundings blur before him. It stands as a mess of colors for a good while until they condense once more,

No longer does he stand among crowds in Port Island; nay he looks upon the grand, golden gate that seals one half of his family from the other. And, how convenient it is, that he stands upon the more sane side of the gate.

“Mother.” His eyes open once more, imploringly seeking out her figure. “Do not believe that I would rather spend my time among mortals when my own mother agonizes on her own. I have one parent driven to madness, I will not stand by as the other descends into it on account of loneliness.”

     She felt his arrival the moment he started to dematerialize on earth, a soft gasp escaping her as she stood up from her seat and went several steps towards the seal where she expected her son to take form again. But it seemed as if she wasn’t the only one that felt his presence.

     A heavy shaking went through the room as Erebus felt his son behind the seal, trying to losen it, crying for Nyx and Thanatos both. It was ripping her soul apart. She made her steps towards the almost human figure and wrapped her arms around him, as if to shield the boy from the craze of his father. Another deep shaking rattled her realm as her grip grew tighter, body almost shaking itself.

     “Thanatos... You should not have to endure this as well.” She murmured into his ear relaxing a bit as the shaking seemed to stop. For now Erebus had given up on the seal, or maybe his sanity had slowly come back. Whatever it was, a small portion of peace was coming back now. And yet, Nyx didn’t let go of her son.

“I do try and keep the place at a reasonable light level.” Not that he’s gonna tell her that he’s a stickler for money and wants to keep his bills low…

He provides her with a dark roast, as black as the night itself, with a small jug of milk and some sugar cubes to add at her discretion… 

     “It’s home to me.” She says, examining the cup before giving it a sniff. This definitely had a unique smell to it. All she knew of this liquid was that some humans praised it as almost holy, a sacred beverage that was akin to do miracles. A little sip explained it all. It was a strong and unique taste, almost jarring her awake with a single sip of it. The soft sweet aftertaste and creamy overlay made it an incredible experience.

“If you’re going to guilt trip me I’m just going to leave~. You can adore me without overdoing it.”

“Any milk or sugar?” He has to ask. It’s part of the job. Does she even know what milk or sugar is…?

Just don't smother me, okay? I don't do that.

     “Well now that’s just unfair!” lET HER LOVE YOU AND PROTECT YOU LOKI!