You were what she hoped for.

One of Nyx’s born, a divine of the sleep soldiers so often wailed to keep and babes nursed themselves off of in the shrouds of your mother’s cloaks.

Her husband, Zeus, a god by name but your hands of slumber still cast their soft touch to his mind. The minds of lust, of adultery that so scorned her keep and name.

She’d raised his bastards, she’d raised his own, yet her name by wife fell away as age and its unknowing touch consumed her. She could only cry, knowing her husband found nothing of the enjoyment while his lips kissed that woman and men of mortal.

Her failings of overthrowing the King had been foolish at best, that of Poseidon nor Apollo understood her visions of power, of this war and those who may worship her by its very end. She knew you would follow behind her so, a joy to it as she felt.

She had offered you a throne replica like that of her own, of where she sat beside her husband and in.. a deep part of the mind the image of you within the asphodel fields upon a throne like her own- like that of Hades and Persephone. a devilish thought.

Her fingers, tentative as she pushed your hairs, looking to you as she knew the king looked to the mortal beauty. She held plans, deep within, of Zeus no longer upon that throne, of her name of wife lost to Poseidon’s seas and this war won by her favor.

She’d lavish in it, with you hopefully beside her.

“My favorite little godling… what else could I ever offer you for this? You know well I wish for your assistance.”

She knew what you wanted. You’ve asked time and time again…

But who would she be to give up what soon fall to her claim?