Hypnos didn’t say anything… He hadn’t even turned to look at Pasi, who had stood with a bowed head and quivering lips, hadn’t acknowledged her in the slightest
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Styx herself was at home alone in the Underworld, far away from the politics and complications of her fellow gods. She had been planning her wedding, but ended up staring out across her living room, smiling like an idiot instead. Moros had made her so happy. Phobos had made her so happy.
But then a voice, a hated voice, lanced over her river. Pasithea.
Styx had not forgotten what Pasithea had done to her nephew, Phobetor. It had been bad enough that her brother's wife had tried to kill her son. But she had done it in Styx's own river, the most sacred river to all the gods. And Styxie, oh, she was not a happy river anymore
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Pasi blinked for a moment, seeing feet that...were not feet...but feet all the same. And then there was a dark voice calling for to raise her eyes and spy upon the dark, and looming visage that was sister to her Husband
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"My family call me that name. My loved ones call me that name. You do not have permission to call me as you have."
The urge to strike Pasithea - strike hard, strike fast - was thrumming through her current, rippling the water-skin that sheathed her form. The only thing that held her back, at this point, was the fact that Pasithea was married to her brother, Hypnos. And family was family.
"Nor have you the right to use my river for your own devices. The Furies have spared you - thus far - probably because my nephew did not die. But he is hurt, is he not? Badly. I know what my waters do. They can steal immortality. Immobilize the strongest of gods. It is a terrible thing that I bring to our kind, when employed as the Keeper of Oaths, and I am rightfully reviled. But my nephew broke no oath. You forced upon him the punishment reserved only for the worst of gods, the oathbreakers, and it is not to be borne."
Furies….Mommsie had mentioned them as well, about…about…Oh, yes. The Nightmare…happy, gobbling little Nightmare that put nasty little bugs in her hair! But! Pasi had defeated the Bug Boss, and the Nightmare was just sleeping…Because the Bug Boss being defeated was the key
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But then a voice, a hated voice, lanced over her river. Pasithea.
Styx had not forgotten what Pasithea had done to her nephew, Phobetor. It had been bad enough that her brother's wife had tried to kill her son. But she had done it in Styx's own river, the most sacred river to all the gods. And Styxie, oh, she was not a happy river anymore ( ... )
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The urge to strike Pasithea - strike hard, strike fast - was thrumming through her current, rippling the water-skin that sheathed her form. The only thing that held her back, at this point, was the fact that Pasithea was married to her brother, Hypnos. And family was family.
"Nor have you the right to use my river for your own devices. The Furies have spared you - thus far - probably because my nephew did not die. But he is hurt, is he not? Badly. I know what my waters do. They can steal immortality. Immobilize the strongest of gods. It is a terrible thing that I bring to our kind, when employed as the Keeper of Oaths, and I am rightfully reviled. But my nephew broke no oath. You forced upon him the punishment reserved only for the worst of gods, the oathbreakers, and it is not to be borne."
Styx began to form a plan.
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