Styx: Hate, Detestation and Keeper of Solemn Oath (stygios) wrote in deities_dot_com, @ 2013-02-02 19:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | ~bia, ~kratos, ~styx, ~zelos |
Hello, Children [tag: Kratos - open to all Styxlings]
It was time.
There was a certain something... a complete and utter peace to be found when an everlasting being went back into their most pure and primal state. For some gods, that was leaving Corpus and entering Concept. Sometimes it was an extended stay in Concept. For Styx, Concept was used more or less as a manner of transportation, not respite. When she wanted to be her pure essence, she melded with with her waters. She was, after all, her river. But even when she was physically separate from it, she was still her river at the core.
As Hate emerged from the water, taking form anew, and stepping up the slipway into her bedroom; Styx knew exactly what she was doing and where she was going. She didn't do things without purpose. At least not as a general rule.
Her home was quiet -something she reflected on briefly as she dressed herself in something appropriate for her task. Not alarmingly quiet -the trickle of her river was ever present, but it was quiet enough to remind her that her home was empty... outside of herself, of course. It had been that way for ages upon ages and while there was comfort in having a house to herself, there was the mother in her that ever wished to have the sounds of small feet padding from room to room. Or of the joyful laughter of children at play.
So while there was always the desire to greet her siblings or alert her parents to her emergence, Styx was a mother above all other things. Grabbing a pair of sunglasses -it was ridiculously bright up there sometimes, Hate left the Underworld and brought herself back info form on Olympus. It had been far too long...
She was going to see her children.
Up the steps into Zeus' grand palace and through the door, Styx refused any offer of assistance. She knew perfectly well where she was going and she was quite sure her presence did not need to be announced to the King. Zeus and her went back farther than the trollop of an attendant who was bothering her could ever fathom. He would understand.
Styx walked past each apartment door that housed one of her children, knocking four times on each door. Exactly four times. Two knocks was common, three knocks was insistent. But four knocks done in a distinctive knock-knock-pause-knock-knock pattern was her own. It would tell her children, if they were in, that she was there to see them. The door she finally paused in front of long enough to see if she got a response, was Kratos'. She knocked in her usual fashion... and waited.