She had no idea who Seshat was other than she was an Egyptian with that Taweret Hippo goddess for a sister and she liked organization. Asking was rude so Styx was going to let it just slide, but then, interestingly enough, she was being posed her own question.
A rather interesting one at that. Huh. Well, okay then. That was not generally something people asked her. Ever. “Most of the authors of our time were idiots and bias, but...” Styx shrugged, “I don't think the truth is written anywhere. It was a task that came out of necessity, want had nothing to do with it.” At least that was how she always saw it.
“My water is caustic, some rather... perverse experimentation on some extended family was how we found out what it does to people who ingest it...” she shrugged one shoulder, “childhood curiosity, I guess. When the Titan war began and I brought my children to side with Zeus... I was promised they would be given a better life with more than I could give them in the Underworld if the war was won...”
Styx folded her arms together. “I was determined to hold him to it and made sure he was aware that if any harm came to my children while in his stead I would not be afraid to shove a pitcher of my water down his throat if I had to.” The smile that came on her lips was one of amusement. Hate did not fear the mighty Zeus. “Once there was an understanding... and maybe a demonstration to prove these claims of mine... of what the water could do... well...” She didn't feel she needed to go any further.