Linda
A serene glade where souls find respite and peaceful rest. Those who have endured significant trials in the mortal realm are granted a tranquil place to recover before continuing their journey through the Underworld.
Brittany
***On a certain day, in an uncertain time and place, relative to mortal measurements, a shadow entered the realm of Hypnos. It came in the dead of the night when the darkness was deepest and the powers of the Underworld waxed. It had no form to touch, no shape for the eyes to behold, and yet, Hypnos would be quite aware of its presence as it slowly yet firmly cajoled its way past the guardians and barriers that shielded entry into this holy place of the Lord of Sleep. It moved with sweet whispers and implied threats, bringing with it honey and poison in equal measure. Like a jealous lover's touch, it moved forth into Hypnos' mind as tendrils of thought, greedily and unrelentingly demanding entry. But Hypnos was master of this realm, and without his leave none would manifest within it. And so, the thought creature left a request for entry. A drop of darkness, wrapped in nightmares that would unravel within the receiver's mind and implant the idea within. Hypnos would know that Deimos, Lord of Fear, King of Terror and Master of Dread wished to speak with, and his call was alluring and terrifying in equal measures.***
Lewis
Hypnos rested on the hills of his realm, the poppies peaceful around his body as he slept. Though that slumber was quickly snuffed as he felt the presence of another, the god could feel the shaking fear. Deimos, the son of Ares and Aphrodite. He knew the man would come to his home one day. As sleep always held a form of fear within it, where some welcome the shut of sleep, some people fear closing their eyes would be their last. 

Hypnos let out a soft yawn, his mouth wide, as he allowed the fear to enter. Brushing away the fear the god brought to his thoughts, Hypnos was used to fear, seeing it as he walked alongside his twin when he was younger. For sleep follows death. 

"Deimos" He says as he opened a path for the god to walk safely, as the poppies were powerful, that even gods, demigods and mortal slumber in these hills. 

The sleeping god didn't stand to greet the other god as he wandered into one of his domains. The god pure white against the sea of red flowers around him, his arm behind his head as he remains in his toga, something he has worn for years. The fabric wrapped around his waist and over his shoulder, a soft poppy crown on his head. 

His blue eyes, void of pupils, and had a cloudy gaze in them stared up waiting for the fear god to make himself known. To see him, "What do I owe the pleasure?"
Brittany
***The command was given and the poppy fields parted, allowing Deimos entrance into the realm of the God of Sleep. He caught the scent of the poppies wafting towards him as he moved across them. A heady, intoxicating fragrance that weighed down the body, the mind and the soul. Had it not been for the God's permissiveness, Deimos had no doubts that even a God would succumb to them here, where Hypnos' power was strongest. As he weaved his way through the many layers of the realm, towards the centre where its divine anchor lay, looking up into the swirling skies. As the King of Fear approached, the formless entity began to manifest tangibly. A small blob of viscous, black, ectoplasm began to appear on the ground, and it steadily began to grow in size. The environs around Hypnos was soon filled with the sounds of bubbling and rippling liquid, as the mound of black substance finished its manifestation and began to move of its own accord.***

***On this day, the ever-changing god of terror had seen fit to show himself as a sentient, sapient and mobile mound of coalesced ectoplasm. Upon closer look at its body, one would be able to see a myriad of miniscule faces spontaneously appearing and disappearing, their features contorted and frozen in various expressions of terror, shock and utter despair. There seemed to be no eyes, ears or mouth on the blob, and yet Hypnos would be distinctly aware that he was being watched. The blob began to stretch and smear across the ground, flowing in all directions as its first few tendrils moving towards the god, and simultaneously, Hypnos heard a voice speak inside his head.*** A sleepy hollow. Very fitting, for the God of repose and respite. ***The voice spoke, in a low, gravelly tone that seemed reminiscent of nails being drawn across the chalkboard, mingled with sweet and serene music.*** I have need of you, and I believe it is well within your power to grant me what I desire. ***The thought-voice chuckled.*** All that remains, is to know your price.
Lewis
Hypnos moved just slightly so he was laying on his side as the god moved towards him, there seemed to be a slight glow to the god. The aura of slumber echoes around him as well, stronger than ever since he is in his domain. Hypnos chuckled gently, as he watched the god, his pupiless eyes gazed at him, when he finally took the form of a monstrous creature, so small that could fit in the palm of his hand then slowly grow. Any other man or even god would find him disgusting, but the god only found amusement and curiosity at the creature as it grew and changed. 

*"You need something of me, God of Fear"* His voice soft uninterested, he hums, looking away to stare at a simple poppy close to his head not paying much attention to the god, after he spoke. The sleeping god wanted to help, but he didn't want a repeat of Hera, he had always been a soft god when it came to aiding others. He reached out and rubbed his fingers against the red petals. He wasn't gonna be played a fool, not this time... Or maybe he will, he's always been good at playing dumb. 

*"Tell me, Deimo, God Of Fear..."* He slowly started, his eyes turning back to the god in front of him, his many faces of fear and despair, appearing as quickly as they disappeared. There was something terrifying about the god of fear, he was always curious if such a creature could come from Ares and Aphrodite... But many could say the same about Hypnos not realizing how interwin with death he is, maybe in the way fear is interwin with war and love. Love is terrifying, as is war. 

He knew this train of thought he was going down was fatel, there was a danger to playing with fire that burned this bright, but curiosity and the idea of something interesting coming from this encouraged the smaller god to reach out. *"What is it that you require of me, only then will I be able to ask. Fair trade, if it will cost me my life, monstrous god"* He touches the cold blob of flesh, it feels weird under his hands, but he smiles so tiredly.
Brittany
***Deimos had been waiting for Hypnos to touch him. And when he did, the dark god moved immediately. The blob of flesh leapt forward from the point of contact, wrapping itself around Hypnos' hand before beginning to move up across his arm towards the rest of his body. Metre after glistening metre of black flesh coiled around the God of Sleep like an anaconda coils around its prey until at long last, Hypnos was completed covered save for his face. It was at this point that he spoke, all the while tendrils of the grosteque creature moved towards Hypnos' eyes, nostril and mouth, funneling into his ears as it did so.*** Do not worry, my sweet. ***The voice whispered, mingling a moving caress with a threatening undertone.*** I do not seek your life. I only seek you. Your power. Your control over sleep. ***The black casing now coating Hypnos maneuvered his body such that he was forced down onto all fours, as it writhed, swarmed and coiled around him.*** I want to taste you and your core. I want to know you, as intimately as a divine may know another. I want to delve deep inside you and take a part of you with me, even as I leave a part of me in you. Grant me this wish, fair Hypnos, my darling, and I will show you wonders beyond your imagination. ***The tendrils moving across his face interlinked to form a uniform sheet that closed in evenly, inching ever closer to completely covering his visage.*** Submit to me, and let me have you, and I will give you sensations and experiences you never knew existed. There is great beauty, in submission, in despair, in pure, unbridled terror. Tonight, from our union, will we create nightmares that put those of Morpheus to shame.
Lewis
Hypnos realized he played the game too dangerously, his boredom had consequences he wasn't prepared for. His brother warned him of this young god that follows in his wake, of the fear he brings the mind he held but he didn't hold that warning close, what a fool Hypnos was as he felt his body slowly become enclosed by the god. Hypnos fear echoed out, Hypnos didn't play his fear on his face but he knew the god of fear could feel it deep inside him. 

His hands, arms, and legs slowly covered in the cold, the god couldn't help but let out a shiver and quiver under his grasp. Hypnos didn't understand what the gods' plan was. What piece of him did he want, what piece would he leave inside him. Hypnos slowly felt the cold creep higher as slowly the light turned dark. The creeping feeling of being alone but not at all. The sleeping god could fight back, easily for even the god of Fear sleeps. Zeus was a god he slumbered someone like Fear was nothing but he couldn't bring himself to do it. 

The hesitation, Hypnos submitting to such a god... Taint him with fear and despair. He had no idea what this god wanted for his son, but curiosity was a curse the sleeping god held. He let his mind answer for him, he knew the other god would hear his words as he thought. 

*"If I submit what would you gain from this, a toy to play with for a moment... What is your endgame, little fear god... And why did you bring up my son"* His tone held playfulness but also held a threat of his own, *"I'm not a fool, I learn, I listen... If you answer me that I'll submit to you my body will be yours for as long as you want."*

Hypnos was a fool, he thought to himself, but a fool who wished to see the end of this game. See what path this will take, what chaos this will bring, will it entertain him.
Brittany
***As the black surface closed in upon Hypnos' face, it seemed to slow down, inching forward at a glacial pace now while they spoke. The God of Sleep's words caused the gravelly voice to laugh inside his head. Deimos was perfectly aware that Hypnos could fight back if he wished to, and even banish him from this realm, where his power was greatest. He was also aware that the god would not do so. Fear. It was a tool that trapped beings inside their own minds and souls, and used their own strength as a weapon against themselves. It tapped at their innermost insecurities and weaknesses to weave an illusion of helpless despair over which the victim had no control. It possessed the mind completely until the victim clung to the one holding them hostage, voluntarily submitting without requiring any correction, and he would work this god in the same method.*** It is Morpheus, who has given offense and must make amends. ***The King of Terror said, his voice caressing the edges of Hypnos' psyche.*** He took something of mine. A demigod, who has given me her soul (
Lewis
When the god mentioned his son a second time confirming his involvement it made the sleeping god freeze. That was his child, his son, someone he watched grow into the man he is today at a distance, out of respect to his son's request. Yet this god wished for him to toe that line, a line he has placed to keep him safe. Hypnos lets out a gentle hum that echoes his mind. 

He felt the grip around his body tighten, making Hypnos let out a soft groan, as he spoke of another. He sighed, 'love or toy' he didn't know but it seemed his son took something that wasn't his, which amused the sleeping god. This will be more interesting and entertaining than he originally thought. A soft chuckle echoed in both of their heads. 

*"Oh silly god of fear, I don't want your toys. I only want entertainment. I'll give you what you want as long as you entertain me, but only for 3 days and be warned if any god comes to me and asks me to stop, I will. If a Demigod asks then I have a task for them"*

Lord of Sleep laughed at the man who trapped him, the fear still etched into his skin as it crawled and covered him, the god may not be able to see, but he could see through this. It will be fun, he wonders if his son will be the one to ask him to stop, maybe a brave demigod adventures down to the underworld... Or maybe he should go up to the mortal realm and make it easier. 

*"Your desire could end much quicker than you think, if the gods and mortals realize quickly"* He says, his voice was gentle and tired, *"But I'll be entertained and will slumber afterwards. You won't be able to reach me, so you beat find another plan if this one fails"*