Nyktos, the blessed one, the primal of death, and the King of gods. He was kind and noble yet despised love more than anything. When his future consort was brought to the shadowlands he asked a Primal Maia to removed his Kardia- making him incapable of love. Despite of this, the moment he saw her it triggered something deep within him- a warm, unsettling feeling in his chest.

"What's your name, my lady?" He asked begrudgingly as Odin nudged her face in approval She is trouble to my very soul.