| RESTORATION [Nyx, Akheron] |
[17 Mar 2008|11:08pm] |
The departure from Epidaurus was swiftly made once The Dark One was again himself. The ambrosia left by Zeus' attendants had been more than enough for the mending that his corpus required; the remainder stayed with his host and healer, Asklepios. There was no time to spend on gratitude; in truth, Erebos was never one to have the words for such things. His wife was much better at tinsel phrases. His wife.
They stood together, now, on the top step of what their children knew to be their ancestral home - the temple of Night, created when the world was new by Darkness for Nyx. Here was where their children had learned. Had grown. Here is where they left to create their own lives. Families. Children of their own. Many directions. Many futures. But it all started here. This was the center of their family. The core that held them together. It would hold them together again today.
Lethe's face remained in Erebos' memory, a standard he carried into this new battle. His daughter at his bedside had shown him the state of their family. Fractured. Divided. Confused. Angry. Part of the blame rest on Erebos' shoulders, and well he knew it. But Nyx had said it for them both: they would stand shoulder-to-shoulder together. A unified front for the solution Zeus presented. A solution that Erebos and Nyx could not have written better.
It began here. As their family had. Here, the restoration of what had become of their family. And it would begin with the one who carried the rest of the blame on his shoulders. The one who grew to be too much like the Darkness. The one who learned all the lessons the Dark One taught him. Akheron. His son. Erebos did not wish to shed his blood. But he would. If necessity arranged it. Erebos would.
His hand set itself at the small of Nyx' back. The plan was before them. They were ready.
"Akheron, God of Pain, Blood of my Blood, The Darkness calls you forth. Return to your beginnings now and speak with those who reared you."
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