Erebos had spoken to Re recently with regards to other matters. He had visited Brighid's region of the world after the fall of Greece. But The Darkness had never found it necessary to visit Isis. This was more difficult than he would have liked. The advice his wife gave him was only marginally helpful ( Read more... )

One as ancient as he should have known better than to take any skill for granted. There were always twists and turns that never could be smoothed, except by a master's hand. And a master's hand hardly ever faltered (even with the most difficult of tasks), so their craft seemed seamless and easy ( Read more... )

Erebos did not often visit the mortal plane in corpus anymore. For nearly 500 years, everything he wanted and everything he needed was at home in the Underworld. His wife. His family. Nothing else was of concern to The Dark One. It was as he liked his life. Simple. Uncluttered with pointless material possessions. It had been very good. He regretted ( Read more... )

After spending a shockingly good time with Atropos, Erebos returned home ( Read more... )

His home in upstate New York was rebuilt. This is where he chose the scene ( Read more... )

He left his daughters' Underworld temple, Lachesis' stifled laughter ringing in his head. It was a good sound. A decidedly good sound. It provided him with a fleeting bit of relief from the rest of what sounded in his head. If only for a few minutes ( Read more... )

Fate had a temple in each of the Realms; the one on Olympus, which had known too many visitors of late to provide the kind of privacy that the two elder Moirae desired at the moment ( Read more... )

He wanted his wife.

He wanted his wifeThe satin sheets under his back still smelled like her. The entire grand palace he had not bothered to deconstruct on his return still felt like her. But she was not here ( Read more... )

[OOC Disclaimer: The following post will not be pretty physically, emotionally or mentally. Please do not read if you are weak of heart (or stomach). Here there be dragons (or dragon ladies getting laid).

Our thanks,

The Typists]It was a gorgeous chalet in the French Alps. Gloriously appointed, with incredible views everywhere you looked, and ( Read more... )

Nyx felt cold ( Read more... )