The Beginning

When I walked into Nox and saw Prometheus sitting alone, a twinge of pity and irritation went through me. It was Aphrodite’s idea to get drinks, and instead of showing up, she had decided to go for a romp with Apollo. I’d have a word with her later. We shared a drink or two, and when it became too much for him – the lightweight that he was, poor dear – I took him to my mortal residence, expecting to have a chat before he excused himself, as he always did. I was not expecting him to tell me of an undetectable sanctuary, created by Atë’ – though the way Zeus had treated her, I don’t blame her – nor was I ready to hear the next words to come out of his mouth.

“I want to overthrow Zeus. Will you help me?”

It is not a secret that Zeus fears me, nor that I am not fond of him and his style of…managing. But to be blatantly asking –

I leaned back on the couch, curling my knees up to my chest and watching him carefully. “That is a dangerous question you pose, Pro. And even more curious that a Titan would ask this of a Primordial.”

You’d think I had told him he was going back to Tartarus – Prometheus looked like he swallowed worms. He shifted in his seat again, not quite meeting my eyes.

“It’s not a secret that there’s no love lost between you and Zeus, Nyx. Everyone knows he turned tail instead of pursuing Hypnos when he helped Hera out those few times she asked. I just thought maybe, what with your history with him, you’d entertain the idea…” 

His voice trailed off, leaving the room feeling particularly awkward. Sure, it wasn’t a secret that we didn’t get along, but no one knew I was more interested in his motives on bringing the entire pantheon to Earth suddenly. Prometheus was suddenly one of the immortals I didn’t want to share that with.

“Was this Atë’s idea, Pro? Or do you truly want to take out the King of Olympus?” It felt wrong to say those words, but I needed to know his intent.

“It’s a bit more complex than that, but, Nyx,” Prometheus looked at me square now, “Zeus put me through hell, literally. His grand ideas of justice are beyond words. I don’t want to have spent all that time in Tartarus just because Zeus commanded it so.” 

The anger I knew he harboured rolled off him in waves. I could appreciate that kind of rage – not even Ares could conjure that up in battle. 

“I wouldn’t dream of brushing aside what you went through, Pro,” I murmured, my wings materializing, furled closely around me. “But it still doesn’t answer why you asked me and not, say, Nemesis.”

The Titan fidgeted slightly. “I would prefer not to disclose that right now.”

I frowned at him. “You’re asking me to betray the trust of many of my family to dethrone our King. You’ll forgive me if that answer isn’t good enough for me.”

“I can’t tell you, Nyx, I’m sorry. Atë has too many things in the works right now, and it’s…I just can’t.”

I rose to pace behind the couch, wings stretched out as I moved, catching the lighting. Whatever game Atë and him were playing, it was suicidal, even for us immortals.

“Who else knows?”

The Titan shook his head. “Just you.”

I felt out of my element, and yet it was somewhat familiar. The unknown reminded me of Erebus and the war. An image of Gaia’s soft face rose up in my memories, and I missed her even more. I stalked back around and sat on the coffee table, facing Prometheus squarely. I was sure my eyes reflected the night skies I roamed.

“You need to keep it that way. Nothing from this meeting leaves this place or Hades help me, Pro. I do not want any part of this coupe, or Delusion.” 

I sat back, watching his face register my words, my heart pounding. “I think you should go.”

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Nyx (Ashley Gallaher-Pollard)

Nyx (Ashley Gallaher-Pollard)

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Nyx is portrayed by fiction writer and gamer, Ashley. She has been writing poetry and fiction for fifteen years, and has had poetry published through the Poetry Institute of Canada, most recently winning the Award of Excellence for the 2018 National Poetry Contest. She has been an ardent lover of mythology, history, and the occult since elementary school, which can be found in much of her writing. She is currently working on her debut novel, a mature, high fantasy adventure novel (working) titled War Wine. If you’re feeling charitable or kind, you could buy her a cup of Ko-Fi, follow her on Twitter, or become a Wine patron. She is a simple creature.
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  1. Why waste all that effort when you could just ignore Zeus and do whatever you want, like I have the last two thousand years or so?

    I have more worshippers now than he ever had anyway, so he couldn’t make me do anything even if he tried. Just to check, I stole one of his precious magic thunderbolts, had one of my Bacchae throw it at me and you know what?

    It tickled, like a 9 volt battery.

    You all can quibble over the 20 people who worship Olympus. I’ll be out here, swimming in the juice flowing to me from a billion partygoers, drug users, gardeners, movie watchers and wine drinkers.

  2. As someone who once tried this, I can tell you it’s not as some may think. Zeus is pompous as hell but he is not a fool. Mistress Nyx, you are wiser than I. Still, take care.

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