Judgement Seat
Styx appeared hand in hand with Pasithea on the steps of Nyx's temple in the Underworld. Pushing open the door ahead of them, she let Pasithea go inside, before she sent out a silent summons to her family.
"Mother Nyx, Goddess of Night; Brother Thanatos of the Dead; Nephew Morpheus, King of Dreams. The Keeper of Oaths summons you."
She didn't expect them to be long. Strumming her elegant fingers on the doorway, she sent a softer message to Hypnos. "Brother... It may be of interest to you to come to our home, with regards to your wife."
Hate followed Pasithea, closed the door behind her, and walked her into Nyx's living room. The decor was modern, elegant, understated. All the furniture was comfortable - save the austere black wood chair in the corner, which belonged to her father, Erebos - and Styx led Pasithea to a couch that looked so soft, it couldn't bruise a marshmellow if it dropped from the top of the high-vaulted ceiling overhead.
"Please, sit down," Styx said, still using that voice that hinted of nothing-wrong-at-all.
Hate herself sat across from Pasithea's couch.
"Mother Nyx, Goddess of Night; Brother Thanatos of the Dead; Nephew Morpheus, King of Dreams. The Keeper of Oaths summons you."
She didn't expect them to be long. Strumming her elegant fingers on the doorway, she sent a softer message to Hypnos. "Brother... It may be of interest to you to come to our home, with regards to your wife."
Hate followed Pasithea, closed the door behind her, and walked her into Nyx's living room. The decor was modern, elegant, understated. All the furniture was comfortable - save the austere black wood chair in the corner, which belonged to her father, Erebos - and Styx led Pasithea to a couch that looked so soft, it couldn't bruise a marshmellow if it dropped from the top of the high-vaulted ceiling overhead.
"Please, sit down," Styx said, still using that voice that hinted of nothing-wrong-at-all.
Hate herself sat across from Pasithea's couch.