He was only there for his wife. For some reason, Ereshkigal enjoyed these events. She seemed to have fun mingling with outsiders. He tried time and again to get her to stop, but she never listened to him. Not about that, anyway.
Never marry a strong-willed woman. Correction: Never love a strong-willed woman. You end up letting her get away with far too much. But love her he did, so here he was at some party the Greeks were throwing for what they considered the start of a New Year.
While still believing that Reshi’s dress required a jacket, Nergal did his best to match her attire. He wore a black suit and shirt with a gold tie. He could not find a mask as close to resembling anything Sumerian, but he thought the one he had chosen looked a bit fierce. Even with the music notes.
“No blood tonight? That could be a worthy challenge.” The Greeks seemed to annoy him more than any of the other pantheons. The Norse were bad, as well. The Egyptians were tolerable.
He observed Ninkasi’s hasty retreat. “Our niece seems to be avoiding us. Is there something I should know?”