Erebos, personification of Darkness (darknessrises) wrote in history_dot_com, @ 2013-04-24 00:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | ~erebos, ~nyx |
Awakening [the Dawn of Time] (tag: Nyx)
Some people claimed that they remembered being born. He didn’t. He just remembered becoming aware. He never knew why he had been brought into being. Had Khaos been inspired to create life or had she just become lonely? He never asked. He was just happy that he had been made. Birthed? Created? Again, he cared little for those kinds of details.
He remembered opening his eyes to see… Nothing. He was surrounded by this vast nothingness. It disturbed him a very great deal. He did not like it at all. Something needed to be done about it. He closed his eyes and stretched himself out into the nothingness. He reached for every corner of the nothing. His mark covered every inch of it. He opened his eyes again, smiling for the first time. This was much better. This was something he could enjoy.
That annoying nothingness that he had awakened to had been replaced by a beautiful darkness. He could see so much more now. Before, he could see nothing and no more. Now, there was everything. The subtle play of colors in the darkness, unseen by most eyes, stood out like flames to him. Nothing was hidden from him in the darkness. He was Darkness, and Darkness was he. What sounded like a poor attempt at poetry was the only way he could think of to describe how he felt.
Then one of those flames of color caught his eye. It was the most beautiful thing he had seen in his short period of awareness. That flame was even more appealing to him than his darkness. His instincts were telling him to go to the beauty. She was meant for him. She was made for him. To be his equal. To be his partner. To be his other half. Those thoughts brought a good, warm feeling to his heart.
From somewhere in the darkness, he heard a voice whispering to him. It told him that the beauty before him was Nyx, the Night to his Darkness. Was it Khaos telling him this? Was the voice his own? He was never certain. The beautiful flame had been named and he knew she would be his home until the end.