A New Order of Chaos

Wrong Alliance 3x1

The Mansion of the Night, Tartarus

Nyx was still staring at the River Acheron.

She'd been in that position since se allowed two tourists to pass through her Mansion without punish. No, they weren't just tourists, she had managed to convinced herself after a while, they were demigods who survived Tartarus.

Nyx was mad at herself for falling into such lame and pathetic stratagem.

But, that was nothing compared to what she felt for her children. Those fools were so thirsty of her approval. Of her love. Of her acknowledgement, they felt right into the trap and allowed the demigods to escape.

"Still regretting it, Mother?" A voice echoed towards her across the Acheron. Nyx looked up and stared at her biggest disappointment.

Hemera.

Sure, Nyx had several children that, with the millennia, started to change sides and joining the Gods. One of the first ones to do so was Hecate. That little ungrateful... When she helped Demeter in the search for Persephone, she ended up being one of the child's permanent guest in the Underworld.

The Fates were always the rebel ones. Always doing their will, not caring who was more important than the other, playing with the lives of the mortals like they were rag dolls. But, when they started to play with the lives of the immortals, Nyx couldn't feel prouder... Until they messed with her. Only then, they were dead to her.

Another ungrateful bastard of hers was Hypnos. They've been distanced for centuries, but news had arrived that he agreed with the Gods, because his children had a cabin. Seriously he would quit his ambitions for a cabin?!

But Hemera was, in her own opinion, a disgrace.

"Still bringing it up, daughter?" she mocked her, scowling. Hemera left out a tired sigh. It's being eons since their first fight, and even if Nyx didn't remember why they started to fight about, that continued to escalade till the point where Nyx hated her own daughter. Not to mention, his own son, Aether, who Hemera married.

Light and Day. Cliche combination, is it?

"Mother, you know this fighting between us doesn't have to exist..." Hemera tried, like she always did, to put their fight to an end. Nyx never gave in.

"It wouldn't exist if you'd admit that the Dark and the Night are more powerful than the Light and the Day!" Nyx roared. Even being separated by a river of weeping and pain, Nyx felt the need to scream at Hemera, who wasn't disturbed even one bit.

"If I agree to that, I'd be lying to myself" Hemera admitted, lowering her head.

"Then, our fight will never end!" Nyx concluded, glaring at her.

"Goodbye, then, Mother..." Hemera retreated herself, the same way she walked in. A sharp scream inside the Mansion made Nyx smirk, knowing that her children were taking serious the punishment she inflicted on them. For some reason unknown to her, her own children feared each other, which is why they were punishing between themselves.

"It won't be long till I get out of here, Shadow..." Nyx murmured to her chariot's horse, who walked by, sensing his mistress needed company "And then, Hemera, Aether and every single one of the mortals above will know the power that holds the dark..." she promised, stroking the horse's misty neck. The silver fangs glowed dimly in the darkness, as if proving a point.

"Um, Mother?" Geras called her. She turned around, obviously upset she was disturbed.

"What, Geras?"