His children were amazing. While there were a few that he would not want to introduce to Hel or any guest, these girls were making him proud. He hadn’t been certain of how Styx would welcome their guest, but she was as welcoming as Philotes. If in a slightly more restrained manner. There was more to Hate then most people realized.
Erebos caught Nyx’s look when Styx went to straighten the painting. She always was a bit of a perfectionist. He would speak to her later. There was no reason for his child to become obsessive over trivial things like that. Actually, he might have a child that does handle that sort of thing. He never forgot any of their names, but it was hard to keep track of their aspects. Nyx would know. He’d remember to ask her about it later.
However, now was time for dinner. He was pleased to see Hel walking with Philotes. Erebos had been a little nervous when his friendliest child kept asking to hug their guest. He had a feeling that the Norse goddess was still a little shy about being touched. He wondered how many people would shudder at the thought of holding Hel. Erebos, himself, would love to do nothing more than wrap the poor girl up in Darkness and protect her from every narrow-minded idiot from the North.
“I added onto the balcony, my love,” he told Nyx as they walked to the dining room. “That was after I learned that it was really better not to see what Dolos is doing. Last time I looked, he was acting out scenes from that idiotic novel he wrote. That was not a pretty sight.”