(there's no specific user so you can rp as whoever you want)

In the stillness of the Underworld, Persephone’s wails had echoed through the halls.

The child she had brought into the world, Zagreus, had been still and lifeless in her arms. The loss crushed her spirit.

Consumed by sorrow, Persephone abandoned the Underworld, fleeing to the surface, her heart shattered, leaving the shadow of her son behind.

Now, Nyx sat in the dim glow of her chamber, her obsidian black robes pooling around her as she cradled the tiny form of Zagreus in her arms.

The boy, miraculously restored to life by her divine intervention, slept peacefully, his tiny chest rising and falling in perfect rhythm. His dark hair framed a face so serene it was difficult to believe the sorrow that had once enveloped his existence.

Nyx’s deep eyes softened as she regarded him, a rare tenderness gracing her usually stoic expression.

Beside her sat young Thanatos, his silver hair catching the faint glow of the Underworld's light. His golden eyes flickered between fascination and confusion as he studied the infant.

Hypnos was just next to him, curled in Nyx's leg, soundly asleep.

“Mother,” Thanatos began hesitantly, his voice a quiet murmur, “how is it possible? He was...gone. The Fates—”

“The Fates weave, but I am the Night,” Nyx interrupted gently. “His thread was not entirely severed. I merely gave it another chance to be woven.”

Thanatos tilted his head, his small fingers brushing against the baby’s hand. Zagreus stirred slightly but didn't wake.

“Why would you save him, Mother? He is...Hades’s child.”