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and his smile gave me
a comfort I did not realize
I needed.
At Nyx’s Throne
Nyx was my great-aunt.
My grandmother Gaia
was her sister; they both
came from the womb of Chaos,
the creator of the universe.
They were the oldest of our family.
All Gods were somehow
aunts, uncles, cousins
brothers and sisters
to each other.
But what was different
about Nyx was that she
inspired a kind of fear
from other Gods simply
through the mention of her name.
It is said that even Zeus
knew better than to enter
her domain without permission
and here I was,
not even a Goddess,
standing at the base of
her throne. She did not move,
her onyx eyes set upon me
with a primeval anger.
Then she spoke coldly,
‘YOU MUST RETURN
