The Black Box At The Bottom of The Stairs

House of the Ouroboros

The Children's room once again grew quiet or at least quieter.  Nyx and the Nymphs played beside little Epeboc on the floor for another hour or two, till the young boy once again grew tired and started to fall asleep.  It was now late into the night, Nyx's most favorite time.  Late into the night, after Epeboc and the Nymphs have all gone to sleep... with little noise, the little goddess had pull out a bright silver necklace from under the collar of her night gown.  The brilliant silver circle shined brightly hanging off a thin chain.  And the necklace was called, Moon!

 carrying her Moon in front of her to help light her path, Nyx skipped herself down the stairs and into the basement.  Tip toeing her way over to her mother, Shekinah, Nyx lightly leaned over kissing her mother's cheek and whispering in her ear.

"Good night my most beloved, it's me you daughter Nyx."

"I know my dear, you are here every night shinning your Moon upon me," The Goddess Queen replied mildly.  "And how have you and your little brother been?"

"Well, I could lie and say that everything has been great... But I can't back that up. Plus you and Daddy hate it when people lie.  It's a very very disgusting habit," Nyx stated.

Shekinah nodded her head. "Yes, a little goddess's first job is to learn the importance of having integrity and being honest, in all that she does."  Shekinah lifted Nyx and sat her down in her lap.  The beautiful necklace of her daughter illuminated the two of them with it's soft light.

"The fairies never stop their nonsense plus Amenadiel is being a major jerk towards Daddy.  And I'm only pretty sure, that when Epeboc farts... it makes things in the children's room even darker," Nyx had stated, with two wide golden eyes hidden under long red stands of hair. 

Shekinah laughed gingerly. "Mmm Hmm.  And what about a beautiful little girl,  kicking her older brother in the leg?"

"Oh, I guess the jerk told you.  I was only trying to defend my Daddy. I'm not about to let Amenadiel, say stupid things about my father... So if  he thinks he wants to fight me, then you can tell him, I'm shaking in my little black boots!"

"Listen my dear.  Both your father and I have not raised all of you to fight.  The House of the Ouroboros is not about fighting.  What would our family look like to other gods, if we didn't practice what we preach?  Your father is the God of Love, is he not?  We are not about that disgusting habit.  Fighting belongs to the House of Toru-El, and the Elohim.... With that being said, I would like it very much if you go and tell your brother sorry."

"Tell him to tell my Dad, sorry!  I don't care, I love my father and won't let anyone hurt our family.  And if Amenadiel won't defend our family, then I will," Nyx announced loudly.

"Do as I say my young goddess.  That is an order from your Mother.  Do I make myself clear? And when you come back, I will tell you a story about the Circle and the Square.

Reluctant of her mother's request, the young goddess walked down a dark hallway carrying her Moon in front of her.  She eventually came upon a large wooden door.   Nyx knocked on the door loudly.  "Hey butt face, are you awake... It's me Nyx."  The girl waited patiently in the hallway.  "Hello, Amenadiel," Nyx said louder.  "You said if I called out for you, you would answer me.  I just wanted to say sorry for kicking you and that I still love you... Hello.... Hello, hello, hello.  That's it Mr BigTime, I'm coming in there so you better be dressed and stuff.

Nyx warily opened the door and peaked her little head into the room.  She glanced all around the room, but didn't see her older brother anywhere.  There was a beautiful golden keyboard laying up against a wall and a brilliant dark green electric guitar tossed upon a messy bed.  But the strange thing was the several pages of paper tossed across the ground.  All of them having a  triangle with the palm of a left hand in the middle drawn across them.  Other pictures of triangles where nailed into the walls.  On a wooden desk that Yeshua had carved out for his older brother, was a notebook.

"What are you up to Nyx said softly."  Her heart beating fast, as she held Moon with one hand.  With the other hand she slowly opened the notebook.  There across the pages of the notebook looked like blueprint for a new creation.  At the top of the page were the words... Lord Amon Ra...God of all forgotten creations.  "Oooo, Daddy is not going to like this one bit."  Nyx closed the notebook and carefully took it with her, before considerately closing the door to the bedroom.

Outside the room, Nyx opened the notebook once more.  She quickly looked over many pages talking about the symbol.  On some pages where a triangle with measurements... 60 degrees by 60 degrees by 60 degrees.  On another page was a triangle with an hand in the center.  Under the drawing it read, THE HAND of AMON RA... Frightened and concerned with what she had seen, Nyx placed the notebook between her lower back and the bottom half of her night gown.

Nyx proceeded to walk back to where her mother lied slowly, keeping her back facing away from Shekinah. 

"Are you okay my little goddess," Shekinah asked.  

"Yep...I'm fine," Nyx replied looking to the side and trying hard not to let Shekinah look her in the eyes.  "I know that you really wanted to tell me a story about shapes, but I think it's very important that I tell the Nymphs the importance of not fighting."  Nyx carefully tip toed backwards towards the stairs.

"Are you sure your alright honey?"

"Yes mam," Nyx said turnning around and running quickly up the stairs. 

Nyx closed the door to the basement, pressing it up against her back.  She tried catching her breath as she pulled out the notebook from under her night gown.  "That was a close one."  The young goddess didn't know what to do next.  If she turned the notebook in to her father, he would no doubt get angry at Amenadiel and want to punish him.  And that would make her older brother only hate her father even more.  And with mom already preaching the importance of love, Nyx felt that it was up to her to keep the family together.  But she also didn't like having lied to her mother.  Lies were a very very disgusting habit.

Having Amenadiel's notebook in her possession, made Nyx feel strong.  She knew that she could decide who was aloud to see it or not, and that made her feel important.   Eventually she would have to show someone else.  But she needed someone smart to help her decide if she turn it in, or was it wise to keep it a secret.