Look in the lens, answer the questions - are you a threat? Who: Cronus (usurped_usurper) and Styx (stygos) What: A meeting and a meal; blood is thicker than water. Where: A NYC restaurant. When: (Postdated to) Friday 9th, lunch time. Warnings: None.
Styx was not a tolerant being. It was not on her nature to be so, and the decline of belief had not soothed that trait.
The one thing that had died was her oath. Zeus's gift to her, alongside with the honor of having her children as his bodyguards. The later was dying, too. They were left without orders for decades at a time, and Zeus found no place at his side for his sworn warriors.
Hatred. That was what the Olympians felt for her, all things considered. They dreaded and feared her, and even if not for her river, she could never hope for a residence near Olympus. The discomfort of having a living reminder of an irrevocable oath walking around would be too much for the gods of the heights. These days, it was that hatred that fueled her, that kept her going when the oaths did not.
But even she had a breaking point. With her family further torn with Bia siding with Cronus, Styx had been pushed dangerously close to the edge. Further inaction by the Olympians gave the final shove.
She knew who she was not fighting for anymore. Let them hate her for her defection.
Broken vows shook the core of what Styx was. With Zeus's Olympians at a standstill while Cronus's followers reassured their position, the river of oaths and hatred had to face a choice. Once, it would have been no choice at all. But now her father was not around, and as she had told Cronus quite recently, she made her own decisions.
It was time to put the fancy words into practice.
Though she was looking out the window, she wasn't paying attention to the street outside. From time to time, Styx looked back at her surroundings, before returning to a blank contemplation of the exterior as she waited for Cronus.