Hori sighed quietly, and bid Ate and Anteros goodbye. He was a bit more calm now that Strife was gone, a bit more...alone agian. He was used to it, after all...all his other siblings had been shoved in the box, but not him. Never him. He'd been at Justice's side, glaring with a tad-bit of hate down upon those who'd lie, or break an oath ( Read more... )

Falling through the air was completely different the second time around. Less sudden when you were less disorientated ( Read more... )

War strode assertively into the center of the Pantheon and gathered himself for a moment after a message had been sent by himself and Strife to..those below....“Hera, Mother Goddess ( Read more... )

Nephthys was happily chatting with Dike, when something felt... wrong. She couldn't pinpoint it. It was too vague, too foreign, too different ( Read more... )

Lady Death had been working constantly since she returned to her temple, severing, soothing, sorting the mortals whose time had come and providing a sort of relief to the loved ones The Departed left behind. Many who called on her found that she provided exactly what was needed. One mortal who stood out prominantly in Death's mind was an old mother ( Read more... )

Father was, gone.

Dike sat on the steps of a temple to an Egyptian God she knew little about. Other than he had a talkative daughter and he apparently liked pie ( Read more... )

Justice was homeless ( Read more... )