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An interactive museum dedicated to maritime history, exploration, and marine science. Visitors can engage with hands-on exhibits, model ships, and educational displays that highlight the city's seafaring heritage and its connection to Poseidon's influence.
Laura
It had been some time for Elisa to become used to the changes, the small slips of information that everything she knew wasn't entirely truthful. The city they had moved to was clearly glamorous, though it's residents were peculiar. Elisa had done her best to fit in, donning a dress of pale pink with a cream overcoat atop it. Darkened shades shielded her eyes from wayward glances, attention focused on the artwork and displays of the museum itself.

Each ship donned copious amounts of detail, for she couldn't help but struggle to restain herself on toying with any of the items. Elisa's mother Anna, had informed her that her father was a great lover of ships, of the ocean; 'a passion like no other'. Her boots clicked soundly against wooden floors, as turning around brought her faced with a wider corridor that opened up to a gallery of paintings, each one to represent the evolution of maritime sailing. 

*A daughter of a sailor.* Elisa thought to herself. *He loved my mother... And then he left.* Grey eyes drifted to one of the paintings, a magnificent ship etched into the canvas. Her hands rested idle by her sides, though her fingers clung tightly against her palms.
Wayne
As Elisa passed all the paintings on display, a sense of unease seemed to wash over the room as if the lights within had seemingly dimmed for whatever reason. To most visitors, they would assume it to be an automatic system to help preserve the artefacts on display, who would dare face the wrath of Poseidon for damaging such an impressive collection? None of Poseidonia people. But, in truth, there was no need for such systems in the land ruled by Gods, so this adjustment to the room? Something else was causing it. Something, just like her, visiting.

Another painting hung on display, it's frame a bit more aged with faint cracks around the sides of it. A harsh storm brewed as a longboat sailed on, carrying what could be estimated as over 60 men. The round shields, the sail bearing a Celtic-weaved hammer, the dragon carved into the front of the vessel; Elisa had no doubts that this was a Viking ship. *'The Vikings travel to America - 1021AD'*. The harshness of the waves, the depiction of each man screaming what could be assumed was orders to one another. Despite their clashing beliefs, it wasn't hard to see why Poseidonia would hang a piece dedicated to them up... But with every moment spent looking upon the painting, that same uneasy feeling crept up, like a spider slowly scaling up bare skin.

"You know the Vikings had Gods."

A voice, unrecognisable. It came from just behind Elisa. If she were to turn, she would see a figure dressed in all black, a thick cloak wrapped around it's shoulders and draping down to it's feet. They stood out so much, like they had been pulled from one realm of existence into another. The aura he gave off... He was a God, no- something else that rivalled a God. He wasn't from here, and judging by his appearance, the only logical answer was from the Underworlds of Hades.
Laura
Dimness, a faintest smell of ash creeping into her nose. She continued to stare at the painting, the date releasing it to ancient history, far more than she would ever remember, if she could remember. Reaching out a hand, Elisa's fingers were mere inches away from touching the painting..

A low timbre of a voice cut through, forcing Elisa to turn around to face whomever, or whatever it was. The unease allowed itself to further crept along her spine, along her neck, leaving every hair to stand on end. Who was he? A clenched jaw made words difficult, merely taking in the sight of a man whom could have very well stepped out of the same bygone age as the ship itself. "They did." She managed to say, one foot sliding backwards. 

"I thought those like you wouldn't be allowed here.." Surely she had read the tales of the Underworld clashing with those of Olympus, not often welcomed in eachother's realms. One of her hands shot up to touch her shoulder, as a sinking feeling seemed to run across it—Elisa found nothing amiss. The young Demigod's eyes met the figures own, staring with caution, and staring with **Fear**. 

Would he have sensed the connection? Anna herself never would let it slip from her lips, at least not until she felt it was time. But time was fickle, like the ocean.
Wayne
The Personified Darkness cold sense her unease and fear towards him. He had spent countless millennia getting use to the sensation that never truly went away. To be feared, to have one dread your presence, to be unsure of your nature and intentions towards them. The most common fears in the world was that of the dark; and Erebus did a good job of reminding people why they feared it.

"We're not." He simply responded to her question, that seemed more like her mind trying to frame the possibility of why someone like Erebus would be in Poseidonia. His kind wasn't welcomed, well, not unless they bent the knee to Poseidonia's namesake. No, his presence in this realm, in this city, in this very museum broke the neutrality that Hades had established. To the World around, Erebus was technically conspiring behind the Emperor of the Dead's back. Now, would he care? Come now, this is Erebus. Since when did he care what the three brothers thought?

Quietly stepping forward, Erebus' eyes lingered on the painting, taking in all the details as if he was recalling a memory; a distant memory. He stopped just within arm's reach of it, almost standing right beside Elisa as he looked on, finally speaking up once again. "Yes... They had their Gods that they prayed and worshipped to, just like how the Mortals pray and worship us. We murdered them, well, Your Father and the other Olympians did. Your family seems to have a efficiency with that; *Deicide.*" The Primordial would speak before coming to a pause, his voice dripping with venom whenever the mention of family came from his words.

"But what happens when you kill every other God? Well, you turn the sword on your Brothers and Sisters. That is exactly what your Father and his Brother are doing now." Erebus finished, turning down to Elisa now as his eyes burned into hers. Even behind the shades she wore, she could see the burning orange in Erebus' eyes, flickering alive as a power unlike any she had come across so far...
Laura
His accusations burned as much as the ferocity laced between his words. Elisa had grown up in the mortal world, with their ideals, and their dreams. Lands of the Gods were a reality that she had barely one foot inside, the testing of power. Surely she would be exempt, even as a daughter of Poseidon, from the malice of the primordial. Shoulders falling rigid the closer he drew, her lips pursed tightly. "Are you hoping I answer for the actions of my family? Of my Father? Neither of us hold the scales." 

Her hand removed the shades from her face, revealing a pair of grey-hued eyes in their wake. They stared ahead, defiant. "You may have the wrong person." Little did she know of what her family truly had committed, aside from what had been cherry-picked for the history books. *Deicide.* It stung to even hear it. No nearby objects were in sight aside from the paintings, nothing to truly defend herself. What was the point of being born a demi-god, she wondered, if you were denied the very power that ran thick in the veins of your sire? 

Further, she took a half-step backwards, still keen on keeping distance between them. The power radiating from Erebus's eyes sunk into her mind, and it was Elisa who felt cornered, the muscles in her legs pleading her to run. "Darkness." She wouldn't say his name, only what he represented.
Wayne
Darkness? So she knew who he was, not that he cared, but it was better than be mistaken for Hades for the three-hundredth time. Her words painted her in... A much more wise and mature image compared to the rest of her family. Of course, he wasn't going to hold her accountable for the actions of family she had only just met, she was probably still coming to terms with being a literal deity too. It wasn't everyday that you learn that you're the daughter of a literal God, let alone that said god was actively starting an entire war within the Pantheon.

Shaking his head at both her questions of if she would be punished and if he had the wrong person, Erebus' eyes turned back to the painting of screaming Vikings as they battled the very seas. Did any of those men know the true extend of how the world came to be? All existence and time itself? 

"Long before you and I existed, there was nothing but the single true Master of all. With his power, he brought forth me and the other Primordials who helped create all we know today. Soon enough, the first Titans and Gods came into creation. The Gods declared war on the Titans and Primordials, wiping them all out except for a select few. Once all power had been seized, the Gods would rule in a relatively twisted sense of peace... Until other Pantheons came about; beings with their own beliefs and Followers..."

Erebus paused, clearing his throat as he took a breath. The subject itself clearly had a toll on the Primordial, but alas he continued:

"Believing themselves *'Superior'*, The Gods... Your Father, wiped the others from this World. Now as the sole ruling Pantheon, turmoil and conflict has brewed within ourselves, leading to your Father and the King of Olympus declaring war on each other. They threaten everything, for none of them realise the true extend of their destruction... Tell me, what do you know of ***Chaos?***" Erebus questioned, turning his eyes back to Elisa now as he awaited a response.
Laura
She had not expected a history lesson, though it gave her time to recollect on the recent knowledge. The status of Demigod so often carried a sense of wonder, and underneath, a cruel reality. Elisa had yet to grasp why her Father had chosen so brashly to start a war, leaving Mortals to be trod underfoot at the cost of their pride. "And they ruled and ruled until my Father decided to question the very power they held." She gestured a hand infront of the painting. "If you are wondering why he did what he did, I cannot answer that. I am not my Father." There was an accusatory glance towards Erebus, for his explanation only stung the wounds inflicted by Elisa's upbringing. Pausing, a brow arched. "I thought beings of darkness hated the light." 

Erebus's next question caught her off guard.

"I know little of chaos. It can mean many things. War, conflict of the mind... It has no end." She shrugged her shoulders. "Chaos to everyone else can be frightening. You must already be used to it." The Demigod could imagine chariots of fire, hounds of bone and ash nipping at the wheels. With the amount of times war had been raised, Elisa found it peculiar the God of Darkness himself say it to be questioned; When one has seen it once, have they not seen it all? Her fingers dancing along the rims of her shades, Elisa's head tilted. "Why do you **Care**?"
Wayne
Hearing her response, Erebus was not surprised at the answer he had received back. Her definition of what *Chaos* Was was the representation of the term itself or the state of being within it. She didn't know that Chaos itself was a being, like him and her... Or rather, a concept that established everything from nothing. He turned his head away, an almost amused glint in his eye as if he was a teacher receiving an expected answer only for them to correct it once their student finished speaking.

"True. Also incorrect. Chaos isn't just the state at which we can be lost and confused in; It's a being like you and me. Before there was Gods, Titans, and Primordials, there was nothing but **Chaos**. The Christians were almost correct; a being that existed and ruled above all, creating the very substances we reside in before resting. All things exist *Because* Of Chaos... *My Mother. My Father.*"

Erebus stopped his explanation. He let all the words he just spoke enter Elisa's head as she began to process the realisation that there was one, all-seeing, all-powerful being that ruled over them all. There was, however, one small detail of note in Erebus' words: Chaos created everything before resting. What did he mean by that? How does an all-ruling being rest? Not even Erebus was sure how his Master 'rested', beauty sleep or all, but It laid dormant for now. Erebus feared for the state that It wouldn't.

"Now comes my fears." He said, pacing slowly towards her, his steps releasing a soft spell of black mist with each step that quietly vaporises under the shining lights from the windows. A simple dance of darkness & light, darkness & light, darkness & light. Until finally, he was now directly in front of Elisa.

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"While I do not know My Master, I do know that he holds all power over everything. If he wishes Zeus gone? It's done. If he wishes Hades non-existent? At his command. If he wishes your Father dead? Only a word needed. I fear what will occur when so much death and destruction plagues this world, that Chaos must awaken and intervene. I have seen his eye, for only a second. I fear he will simply gaze upon the destruction left by this war and merely... **Restart.** Wipe the board clean. Do away with us... Do you see my concerns now?"
Laura
Elisa stood in silence. It was difficult to come to terms with what Erebus was laying out. The source of chaos was the very being that could end all conflict with a simple word, a whispered command. Turning away from him, she paced to the left, to the right. "So you are telling me, all this conflict, this **Chaos**..Can just be ended with what, a snap of the fingers?" Running her fingers through her hair, she dug her toes into the soles of her shoes. "When my mortal mother raised me, she did so without questioning the entirety of the universe. She cares about the smaller things in life, despite our lifestyles." 

Her heartbeat was picking up its pace, and briefly, she thought that the very paintings themselves were moving. Staring into the being's glowing eyes, she decided to confront him directly. "If you are so concerned with my Father, why not do it yourself? **Why do you care so much?"** Words tumbled from her lips, giving life to each thought that entered her mind. Elisa saw Erebus as being selfish for going to her instead of anyone else. It was almost insulting, to feel as if she were merely a pawn to be toyed with until no longer useful. Her expression contorted with a mix of fearful confusion. Her father was a King, yet he seemingly abandoned her all the same.
Wayne
Watching her pace across the room with what he could assume was an existential dilemma, Erebus gave her the moment she needed to process the facts of an all powerful Master being the one ruler above all... Oh, and he has been slumbering for over well over a couple Millennia by now. "They could snap their fingers and end everything, like an artist throwing away a canvas to start anew. That is the fate I fear for us if this War goes on." Erebus said, enforcing his prior point even more for the Demigod.

 Upon being confronted by Elisa now, Erebus' head lifted itself to gaze down at the little deity, a brow cocking as she spoke about why he was so concerned; why he *Cares* So much. In truth? Erebus would've liked nothing more than her Father and his Brother's to tear each other apart for all they had done. Nearly all the problems the World and Realms has come to face was by their hands. Three incompetent kings with all the power, well, almost all the power. "Because. I will put it simply as I can: despite the idea of Watch bother Poseidon and Zeus kill each being incredibly satisfying, both do not understand the consequences of what happens if this war escalates. Collateral damage, Landscape becoming unstable, *Deicide*. If this Pantheon destroys itself, **We all die.** Chaos would awaken upon feeling feeling their creations tear themselves asunder, wipe us all from existence, and start fresh."

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He paused, exhaling a breath as he turned himself to gaze out into the world that sat behind the large glass panels. So much life and creation laid there, and it could all be so easily swept away, rendered back to nothing. Not even atoms left. Then, his eyes returned to Elisa. "That is why I came to you. Despite your Father's claims of being the powerful King, him and his Brother's can't comprehend doing something without the support of others. If his lovers, children, and followers all turn against him and demand that No, they do not want this war, then they will be forced to submit to what the rest of the Pantheon wants."

He paced over to the window now, the sunlight being of unease to him, but would survive. "It's not as simple as going to either King and demanding them end the War for all our sakes. You'll come to learn that this family is driven by petty, emotionally driven, ego. Sensibility seems to be the rare trait amongst us... And I hold hope you possess it."