Stacey
At the heart of Apollo's Arts District, the Helios Gallery stands as a testament to the divine aesthetics and artistic brilliance inspired by the god of the arts. This grand gallery showcases an ever-changing collection of divine artworks, ranging from classical sculptures to contemporary masterpieces. The gallery is adorned with murals depicting scenes from Apollo's myths, and it hosts vibrant art exhibitions, performances, and cultural events.
Rebecca
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*The strokes of paint upon a blank canvas resembled a challenge that was barely comprehensible for those who did not engage in such. Those who did not think about it and simply started to fill that blank canvas stroke after stroke, as if possessed by some mindless entity, were those who simply did not understand. Where he stood, such worries were long gone, replaced by the fable and beauty of a bygone era, that had once shone on all the gods and created an era of beauty and tragedy. His hues, were filled with a reverence for the pieces of art that had assembled in the Art gallery named for the god that had bestowed upon him a favour, and more than that a home.*

*Indeed, he had found himself visiting the Art Gallery of Helios, and it was no surprise that there was a crowd of visitors, all watching one piece or the other, while talking to their friends, families and loved ones. But such a reverence that the young Demigod held deep within his heart, was not shared by many who visited, after all they did not understand, nor see as much as he did. The existence of Greek Gods, was a myth to them, a simple lunacy. Perhaps had someone asked him just two years ago he would have said so as well, but everything has changed.*

*He stood far away from the mortals, and watched a statue depicting a Greek god with particular interest. Though he did not care much for the statue, the interest was in the things he saw that were beyond the statute. People walked past him, though luckily he was not dressed to impress, but rather in plain street clothes, so no one would pay much attention to him. However, this was a way to train his powers properly, and learn how to use them even more effectively, and he was sure that Helios would appreciate such.*

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*And so he began, his gaze was kept upon the statue, though if someone truly looked at him, they could notice that he did not truly look at the statue or at anything, rather his gaze seemed strangely absent-minded. After all, it was hard, neigh impossible to perceive the present and the future simultaneously. But no one would look at him, and such was his consolation. His gaze stayed in the future as long as it had allowed him, and it seemed as if no wrong was done within the Art Gallery by none. The visitors came and went, one by one, and looked through different exhibits. However, there was something off, a figure emerged from the depths of the shadows right before Andros, and then it ended.*

*His blinks became rapid as he was catapulted towards the present. He hated the feeling of being back, he had always hated, the future was so much easier for him. After all, in the future he did not have to interact with people, or none saw that little stutter of his whenever a crowd was near, or the embarrassment when he misspoke, or spoke too quietly. Alas, he wanted back, it was almost an addictive feeling, but this time there was none of the addiction present, and instead of that, he wanted to see what the person was and from whence it came.*

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*Once again his gaze peered into the future, but this time he did not focus upon the mortals that looked at the exhibits, but rather the area surrounding andros himself. To see if there was anything out of the ordinary, but this time once again, this figure appeared seemingly out of nowhere. His hand moved towards Andros, and his shoulder. It was then that Andros stopped gazing into the future. Instead, he frantically looked around, at any of the possible exits, though these rapid movements did cause some people to stare at him for a few moments. It was that behaviour that forced his cheeks to redden from embarrassment slightly. But he could not forget the hooded figure, that had seemingly appeared out of nowhere. How could he forget the figure? It directly influenced him. In the depths of his mind he replayed the scene over and over again, as if it was something that could not escape his thoughts, or rather that he could not let be.* 

*His gaze once again, looking around the potential entrances and exits, unfortunately however, there weren't many exists and entrances present, and those that were present he could easily see with his eyes. It was as if the figure teleported itself towards him, and it was then that he felt a strange hand on his shoulder. Quickly his head turned towards the intruder, and he almost froze in shock and surprise both when he saw the hooded figure behind him, that had appeared out of nowhere. That scene that he had witnessed within the future he gazed into, and that he had rewound within his mind over and over again, seemed to have come into reality. But for some reason, he just kept remembering that short timeframe.*

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"Who... Who are you?" 

*His voice was a mixture of surprise, and nervosity, as he wondered, but he dared not look at the hooded figure. However, the one consolation he had was that if it came down to it, Helios had granted him a power to defend himself. But it would come at the cost of Mortal lives, and those, despite his afflictions of cheating and gambling, he did not wish to risk.*
Eva
In this current war-politics climate of the Pantheon, Erebus needed allies on all sides. This wasn't just about Poseidon and Zeus' personal beef made manifest across the whole world, now the potential of the Underworld getting involved, as well as Athena's guardians being thrown into the mix? Every side had a part to play, and Erebus needed eyes, ears and influence in all of them. He could hide in the shadows, observe from afar and learn what he can of course, but then what happens when people lurk in the daylight? Where Erebus can't watch them? That is when these selective individuals would stand in.

Athena's guardians were a unique bunch. They didn't believe in the war, they actively never took a side yet they seemed... Well, secretive isn't the word Erebus would choose to describe them as. Whatever the case, Erebus needed connections within them. He needed to know what their plans or next movement would be, to either be one step ahead or to avoid having any clashes with them. The last thing he needed was Athena or Helios butting heads with him. That would lead to news spreading across the Realms, and soon enough, the Gods would know what the Personified darkness would be up to. He didn't need that happening, yet.

Andros was the Son of Pan. Erebus had his thoughts on Pan, neither good nor bad. Whilst he wasn't aware of the God's whereabouts, he knew where his Son was and he knew that his Son was on terms with Athena and her Guardians. Perhaps start with him? A foot in the door, some might say. He felt he wouldn't have much trouble convincing the Demigod to work with him, who would deny the request of a Primordial?

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As Erebus made his approach, he could sense something was afloat with the boy. His head constantly jerked around the gallery, as if he was looking for something or someone. He wasn't very subtle about it, and it became more and more frantic as it went on. He was a cautious fellow it seemed, but it was beginning to cause a scene with visitors looking upon him as if he was mad. Time to move in before security tosses him out.

As Andros snapped back and forth, Erebus appeared just as a woman turned her back to the overhanging light, casting a brief shadow that allowed the Primordial to appear whilst nobody was looking. His movements were quick, smooth, and undisturbed. His eyes were set on Andros, and soon enough the distance was closed and gazed upon the boy. Sooner or later, the Demigod would snap himself around to be greeted by the Personified darkness. Erebus was yet to learn that Andros was actually looking for *Him*.

*"Who... Who are you?"*

A good question. How would Erebus introduce himself here? Through fear and intimidation? Or would he actually try to be reasonable and give away his identity so quickly? Well, it's best to work between the layers and see if he could get the best of both words. Raising his head up to gaze down at Andros, Erebus' eyes flickered orange through the hooded shadow of his face, letting the Demigod know that he was also of Godly blood, more than that actually.

**"Lets say I'm someone trying to stop a massacre, and I need you to listen to me."**
Rebecca
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*Somehow the figure had been able to catch him off guard, and he could not understand how this may have happened. After all, he saw the entrances and exits, and he knew it was not how the figure had made its way inside the gallery. Mortals and Demigods, even gods, may not be able to say with sincerity that they may have overlooked something, but Andros knew that he did not miss anything. Helios had blessed him with the gift of sight, such as he possessed, and yet this figure was beyond his gift of sight. However, as he gazed up at the woman, or at least what appeared to be as such he saw divinity within him, as he looked at his orange eyes. And his gaze seemed to calm slightly, no longer wishing to truly cause harm to the god, perhaps he could not even do such, if he wanted to. But still Andros was weary and filled with distrust, he would tell Helios, first and foremost, about this encounter when he returned towards his room in the palace of the Sun God.* 

"Lets say I'm someone trying to stop a massacre, and I need you to listen to me."

*There was an urgency in those words, but it did little to remedy the situation, he was torn between wanting to know how he managed to sneak up on him, and what he was talking about. Though he could figure what this was about, it was no secret that the Gods were at war with each other, and Helios had yet to pick a side officially. Andros knew that the Sun God would have preferred to stay with the Guardians, and it is for that reason, that Andros followed him towards this side. There was no allegiance he knew towards any of the gods, besides Helios. He was the Champion of the Sun God, and would not wish to falter so easily.*

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*After a moment of silence, it seemed as if the Demigod had made up his mind. But he gazed towards the mortal's worry shining within his eyes, after all he did not want any of them overhearing any of his conversation by accident. There was no need to involve innocent souls into something that they did not understand truly. When he peered back towards the Primordial, he simply nodded his head at his words, and peered at the exit, and then back to the God.* 

"You have quite a few questions to answer... When you have spoken your mind and I have heard what you wish to tell me. But know this that I shall not keep any from Helios. I am his Herald in the Mortal Realm, and the words you speak to me, you speak to him by proxy." 

*And that seemed about it, as if he was finished. But he could not help but remember the memories of seeing the future, albeit just a glimpse of it, after all he was only interested in the figure sneaking up towards him. He spoke again after a moment of silence, breaking his word to let him speak first. A voice nagged inside his head that he needed to resolve this, before he could actually start listening to him and his words. His voice was quiet, barely a whisper, though his tone filled with worry, and yes insecurity.*

"How did you manage to evade my sight? I can see things most can not. I primarily use it for gambling, but today. Helios blessed me with his sight, seeing things that haven't happened yet. **I saw you**. Not how you entered, nor how you walked, but I saw you behind me. Grabbing me... How?"

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*That whisper of his had adopted some hostility as he voiced his frustration, after all, this was supposed to not happen. He was not supposed to be surprised by things any more. It was one of the rare moments, when he talked to someone so extensively, but not out of joy nor out of his own free but out of necessity in order to delve deeper into the mystery. He did not wish to ever be surprised like that again, and it showed.*
Eva
When Andros spoke his agreement to listen to Erebus' words, the hooded Primordial couldn't help but roll his eyes at the declaration that the boy would inform Helios of their interaction. Just what he needed, the personification of the Sun learning what the personification of darkness was up to. Then again, the mention of Andros being the Herald in the Mortal Realm did strike an idea within Erebus' mind. What if they... *Weren't* In the mortal realm?

The Boy saw him before Erebus had even arrived. That would explain why Erebus saw him frantically looking around in all directions, he had future-sight. Helios was always a somewhat generous God, and giving the gift of *His* Vision was definitely a beautiful gift and a curse. As Andros spoke on the visage of Erebus' appearing behind him and grabbing him, well... Who's to say that hadn't happened yet?

**"Evade? I didn't evade anything."** Suddenly, Erebus' hand would grab a hold of Andros' shoulder, exactly as it would occur in the vision. With his other hand, he brought it up with his thumb and middle finger pressed together, a quick movement away from a snap of his fingers. **"You saw exactly what would happen."**

***SNAP***

Within the blink of an eye, Andros would be plunged into darkness. Pure unfiltered and unending darkness. Where was he? Where had he been taken? What did that figure want with him? Although he couldn't see anything, he could feel the tight grip of the man's hand on his shoulder still for a moment before feeling the man's grip on him letting go. **"There, I needed some privacy. You're not in the Mortal Realm anymore,** ***Herald***. **That means whatever I reveal to you, Helios will not know. Is that understood?"** Erebus questioned. His voice commanded authority, it demanded respect, and it dripped with venomous annoyance. It was clear he wanted to hear an answer, and he wouldn't accept anything he didn't want to hear.
Jessica
There wasn't much that the immortal didn't know. He was a witness to everything and all that his light reached. There weren't many places one could hide from the Sun's glory, but Glycon knew him all too well and knew the perfect ways to guise himself in the darkness and away from the watching eye of Helios. Knowing that he was in Olympian, especially with the war brewing in the midst and the uncertainty that brought on its own, there wasn't a moment of ease for the god. 

To say he had a good tracking record with his sons would've been an understatement. Despite his intentions of wanting to be a good father, his choices and methods of protecting his sons ultimately earned him their scorn and discontentment. A parent's mind worked beyond what a child could understand. The sacrifices made, the pain shared, the anger and resentment of not having found a different and better way, it all bubbled within Helios though with time, it calmed and eventually, it became momentary instead of constant. He never forgot his children, but Glycon and Perses had no longer occupied the forefront of his mind and rested in the back where all his other age-old concerns lay. 
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He had yet to tell Perse. How does one tell their wife that their sociopathic son had escaped the prison that was supposed to be known as unescapable? Then there was Yujin, his mortal wife whom Glycon may still have no idea existed. While he knew Glycon would never harm his mother, there was no reason for him to hold himself back against a mortal, especially if they held any significance to Helios. He didn't know how to tell her either. There was always the risk of marrying a God and while Helios originally had none, it seemed that with the war and now the God of Snakes being out in the mortal realm, he was more of a danger to her than he foresaw. Or maybe it was that he never did find himself looking, his pride and arrogance believing that there could never be any harm as long as he was around. 

Oh, how he was wrong. 

Then there was his champion, Andros, who the God had grown to care for as a son of his own. He called upon his herald, setting up a meeting place at the gallery that carried his name but had nothing to do with him. The Helios Gallery was empty, with only one worker stationed at the front but in the hour of which it should have been busiest, instead, it was barren. The Sun stood in front of the large art piece displayed on the wall of a younger depiction of Apollo, before all his skin markings and piercings, stationed upon a chariot that pulled the sun across the sky. Normally, this would have brought his annoyed feelings he had toward the younger god up to the surface, but today, he stared at it blankly as he found himself lost in his thoughts. 
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He had used his foresight more in the past few days than he had in years, looking for Glycon, any trace he would come about and cause harm or find himself on his previous path of harming humans. Yet, there was nothing and nothingness was much more daunting to the God. He liked predictability, it was why he never found himself worried even in times of war. There were certain patterns within the cosmos, earth, and even behaviors that created predictability. However, he couldn't predict anything he couldn't see. 

His hands were held behind his back, his trailing thoughts coming to a halt when he felt Andros' presence close, and when he heard his footsteps, the immortal's shoulders lowered and relaxed with his slow exhale. His voice, smooth yet deep and stern, echoed through the gallery as he posed his question.

"Do you remember the story of Python, Andros?"