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.
She stood from her couch, brushing aside sketches and plans, and stalked to her doorway. Throwing the door open, she stood in the center of the two bracing silver columns that rose upward farther than the naked eye could see. It took less than a second for her to find where those screams were coming from, somewhere down the banks of her river. And then Styx's form shuddered and melted away.
Over the seething black waters just outside the cave where Pasithea wept, the nymph-like form rose from the surface and walked over to the bank. It was Styx, yes, but in a shape she had long ago discarded for more modern things.
She was angry. And it showed with every smooth and vicious movement.
"Pasithea," she called out, her voice terrible and dark.
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.
Pasi, Mommy, and I were aware that Sleep was unhappy with the goddess...as well as they were aware that it was of Pasi's making...But the how's and whys were muddled in the turbulent sea that existed as Pasi's made, and time had long ago ceased to be a linear object...but rather a collect of thought dumped into the waters and surfacing at random intervals and at unpredictable times.
And while, the memory of Phobetor's new murder was very plan to her...the length of time that had passed her by since then seemed immeasurably long, and thus...
Styx's anger was hardly connected to the Goddess' crime...
"Styxie..." She murmured, lifting her self from the floor of the and looking at the goddess of Hate carefully.
Fear, while a truly real factor for the troubled goddess, was not particular invading upon her Psyche. It was more, wonderment at the tension and distressing anger that flowed from the voice that captured Pasithea's attention..
"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!
Didn’t Styx--ie…know that? Why didn’t she know that?
Pasi blinked for a moment, biting her lower lip as her head cocked to the side…Styxie needed to know!
“The Bug Boss was defeated! And then the Nightmare sleeps…But Morphy sent to Pasi to Kingy King to speak about the Doctor God…”
She smiled a bit triumphantly at that, as if the deed was in fact, a mission she had completed with full stars…even if she’d never been given the chance to speak with Mommsie’s leery-eyed husband.
“Pasi did bad, so Mommy and I are not righting with good, and Morphy waits in Sleep’s Castle till the Doctor God does arrive…”
The rest of Styx’s long speech had not made much impact about the Goddess who had stop to consider the truths of Furies…And then her heroin tale. But that was the fault of Pasi…She seemed lost when so much was spoken at once.
Styx narrowed her green-black eyes, sorting through the mess that was Pasithea's confused words. Morpheus sent Pasithea to.. Zeus? Good for him.
It was also clear that Pasithea recognized, somewhere, somehow, that what she did was wrong, but she had looked proud of herself, too. It had been Styx's plan to bring retribution to Hypnos' wife swiftly, without question. However, it was clear that there were things that Styx did not know. Hate was strong and wrathful, quick to take action, and slow to forgiveness. But she was not stupid.
She could not do this. Not now. Not when there were too many questions, and only Pasithea to answer them. There would need to be more than just her and her to unravel this wrong.
Styx's form shivered, transformed. The mortal form emerged, smiling oh so warmly.
"You did well, Pasithea," she said, her voice chiming and beautiful. "I clearly do not understand the whole situation. Will you come with me? We can sort this all out."
She offered her brother's wife her hand, palm outstretched. There was only one place to go, now.
Pasithea eyed the open palm carefully, but nodded as she took the hand. However, Pasithea wasn't exactly sure what was needed to sort out. Morphy had already decided to get the Doctor God...
Was she supposed to have gotten someone else instead?
Silently she began to fret a bit at the idea, biting a lip and then nail.
No...no, Pasi and I remembered the Doctor God, while Mommy knew the way to the Kingy King...So what had she missed?? Had she forgotten something and that was why Sleepy was angry with her?!
But she thought that...
She...
But...
"I will with you...But Mommy isn't well...and Pasi is shaking her head." She said with a small voice, eyes looking distant and nearly vacant after so many years.
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.
She stood from her couch, brushing aside sketches and plans, and stalked to her doorway. Throwing the door open, she stood in the center of the two bracing silver columns that rose upward farther than the naked eye could see. It took less than a second for her to find where those screams were coming from, somewhere down the banks of her river. And then Styx's form shuddered and melted away.
Over the seething black waters just outside the cave where Pasithea wept, the nymph-like form rose from the surface and walked over to the bank. It was Styx, yes, but in a shape she had long ago discarded for more modern things.
She was angry. And it showed with every smooth and vicious movement.
"Pasithea," she called out, her voice terrible and dark.
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Pasi, Mommy, and I were aware that Sleep was unhappy with the goddess...as well as they were aware that it was of Pasi's making...But the how's and whys were muddled in the turbulent sea that existed as Pasi's made, and time had long ago ceased to be a linear object...but rather a collect of thought dumped into the waters and surfacing at random intervals and at unpredictable times.
And while, the memory of Phobetor's new murder was very plan to her...the length of time that had passed her by since then seemed immeasurably long, and thus...
Styx's anger was hardly connected to the Goddess' crime...
"Styxie..." She murmured, lifting her self from the floor of the and looking at the goddess of Hate carefully.
Fear, while a truly real factor for the troubled goddess, was not particular invading upon her Psyche. It was more, wonderment at the tension and distressing anger that flowed from the voice that captured Pasithea's attention..
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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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Didn’t Styx--ie…know that? Why didn’t she know that?
Pasi blinked for a moment, biting her lower lip as her head cocked to the side…Styxie needed to know!
“The Bug Boss was defeated! And then the Nightmare sleeps…But Morphy sent to Pasi to Kingy King to speak about the Doctor God…”
She smiled a bit triumphantly at that, as if the deed was in fact, a mission she had completed with full stars…even if she’d never been given the chance to speak with Mommsie’s leery-eyed husband.
“Pasi did bad, so Mommy and I are not righting with good, and Morphy waits in Sleep’s Castle till the Doctor God does arrive…”
The rest of Styx’s long speech had not made much impact about the Goddess who had stop to consider the truths of Furies…And then her heroin tale. But that was the fault of Pasi…She seemed lost when so much was spoken at once.
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It was also clear that Pasithea recognized, somewhere, somehow, that what she did was wrong, but she had looked proud of herself, too. It had been Styx's plan to bring retribution to Hypnos' wife swiftly, without question. However, it was clear that there were things that Styx did not know. Hate was strong and wrathful, quick to take action, and slow to forgiveness. But she was not stupid.
She could not do this. Not now. Not when there were too many questions, and only Pasithea to answer them. There would need to be more than just her and her to unravel this wrong.
Styx's form shivered, transformed. The mortal form emerged, smiling oh so warmly.
"You did well, Pasithea," she said, her voice chiming and beautiful. "I clearly do not understand the whole situation. Will you come with me? We can sort this all out."
She offered her brother's wife her hand, palm outstretched. There was only one place to go, now.
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Was she supposed to have gotten someone else instead?
Silently she began to fret a bit at the idea, biting a lip and then nail.
No...no, Pasi and I remembered the Doctor God, while Mommy knew the way to the Kingy King...So what had she missed?? Had she forgotten something and that was why Sleepy was angry with her?!
But she thought that...
She...
But...
"I will with you...But Mommy isn't well...and Pasi is shaking her head." She said with a small voice, eyes looking distant and nearly vacant after so many years.
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That would not save Pasithea of course.
Closing her hand over the errant goddess' own cool small one, she transported them to Nyx's temple, the ancestral home of their family.
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