Erebos had meant to be with Nyx as she welcomed their guest. After all, he was as fond of the girl as his wife was. Someday, Darkness would have a discussion with Odin about the poor, dear thing. No one should be abandoned like Hel had been. Thrown into a new realm, told to rule over it, but without instruction or company. Not that he would ever say it aloud, but it was Erebos’ opinion that Hel sometimes did a better job ruling her Underworld than Hades did with his.
His intentions to go with Nyx to the gate were thwarted by one of their children. Moros had called him shortly before they were to leave. Ere would never deny any of his children when they called. He went to see what Moros needed and Nyx went to greet Hel and bring her to their home. He would catch up with them as soon as he could.
Fortunately, Moros had a minor issue this time. A mouse had gotten into his bathroom. Erebos suspected that Momos or Dolos might have had something to do with the rodent, but he would wait to deal with them later. He captured the mouse and released it back onto the mortal plain. Philotes would get upset if he had killed the little creature. Once that was taken care (and Moros calmed down), Darkness was able to return to his original plans.
He arrived at the gates just as Hel was entering. He smiled at his good fortune and made a mental note to thank his daughters for helping that happen. The Fates were such good girls.
“Hel, welcome,” he said, smiling at the young goddess. He kissed her forehead in greeting; not caring in the least which side of her face his lips ended up on. To him she was as beautiful as any of his children.
“I hope you had a pleasant journey. Cerberus did not drool on you, did he? He gets overly excited sometimes.”