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A space where gods and souls gather during nightly celestial events. The hall is adorned with celestial motifs, and gatherings are held to honor the quiet beauty of the night sky.
Crystal
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*Hecate sat in her mother's quarters awaiting for her to arrive for a more serious conversation. As much as she didn't want the issue to irk her and keep it plaguing her mind, she couldn't help, but to deal with it. Such treatment couldn't go ignored for so long, she may have been a god, but she has a heart. Many of the gods don't possess that anymore, but Hecate does. Many would think that her connection to the mortals has made her grow soft, but it is quite the opposite. The mortals teach her something new everyday and emotionally they have influenced her. This was the moment of truth, but little did she know that this would __truly__ be the moment of truth.*
Candida
Nyx stood regally in the dimly lit hall of her domain, her ethereal presence casting a subtle glow amidst the shadows. As Hecate approached, Nyx's smile illuminated her features, the soft curves of her lips reflecting the warmth she felt for her daughter. With arms open wide, Nyx enveloped Hecate in a tender embrace, relishing the rare moment of familial connection.

"I'm so glad to see you," Nyx murmured, her voice a melodic echo in the stillness of the underworld. Her gaze, deep as the night sky, met Hecate's with a mixture of curiosity and affection. "What brings you here?"

Though Nyx possessed a mother's intuition, she couldn't discern the purpose behind Hecate's visit. Yet, regardless of the reason, Nyx welcomed her daughter with open arms, ready to offer solace and support in whatever capacity she required. With a gentle hand, she brushed a stray lock of hair from Hecate's face, her touch conveying a silent reassurance amidst the uncertainty of the moment.

As Nyx held Hecate in her embrace, she couldn't help but notice the subtle tension in her daughter's expression, the furrow of her brow and the faint hint of worry in her eyes. Sensing the weight of unspoken thoughts lingering between them, Nyx gently withdrew from the embrace, her hands lingering on Hecate's shoulders as she peered into her daughter's troubled gaze. "What's wrong, my love?" Nyx inquired softly, her voice a soothing melody in the somber atmosphere of the underworld. She offered Hecate a comforting smile, ready to lend a listening ear and a guiding hand through whatever turmoil weighed upon her daughter's heart.
Crystal
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*Title: The Crack in the Shadows.
Settings: Nyx Nocturnal Hall | The Underworld.
Characters: Erebus, Nyx, Hecate.
Notes: We back at it!! LET THE TRUTH REVEAL ITSELF.*
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Silence. It wasn't foe nor acquaintance to the goddess, but this time it was different. The silence was deafening . . . Cold. The air was thick with tension, but Hecate's throat was thicker. A sudden dryness developed in the catacombs of her throat. It was comparable to being desiccated in the middle of the Sahara Desert. It was as if somebody had her in a chokehold, she could sense that something was wrong with her mother. Such a feeling casted a heavy weight upon her body like an iron dumbbell. Hecate hadn't known her mother to be dumbstruck, she was unable to see her mother's eyes filled with the umbra of the eclipse.

The departed eye contact, overbearing silence, and sudden coldness in the atmosphere only helped her to reach a repudiated conclusion. Such thoughts manifested goosebumps along her skin, followed by shivers that tickled her body and soul. It posed the question: Is she hiding something and if so, what?

Hecate's hair that was once the sight of a flame, dulled by the looming shadow of her mother's palace laid docile upon her chest. The daughter tuned into her mother's coos to her. Her mother's voice was synonymous to the moon, it was serene and it touched the soul lovingly as if every word decorated a constellation. Her voice made her believe that there was no lie to be involved, just the truth. The embrace of Nyx's hand clutching her own only sold it more. Her family and the concept of the idea was one of the biggest struggles in her life. There have been many stories and tales of her origin that even she questions her origin. There's always been a mystery and animosity of her lore, one of the biggest pieces of mystery being family.

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For a moment, time froze and she couldn't believe that her mother would lie. Hecate was usually not a pawn to her mother's words, but something about this felt different. The Witch thought it be best to apologize for such scrutiny until the link was untethered by a familiar shadow. Erebus had arrived and that glare of his was prominent, Hecate had been on the receiving end of that stare multiple times. Not purposely, but still. At that moment, she wanted to be on his side, but she had a sneaky feeling it wouldn't become that. Seeing those unyielding brimstone eyes caused Hecate to allow her mind instead of her heart to guide her. Fruitful thoughts flowed as she remembered what her mother said to her.

Hecate looked down at their hands and she pulled her hand away from her mother. The goddess took two steps back before surveying her mother. "I am aware of those complexities and dangers that you speak of in this world. In fact, I am more aware of the world than half of the gods and goddesses that sit high on their o' so mighty thrones." Hecate's eyes shift to Erebus for a sliver of a second before returning to Nyx. "And I'm not just talking about our world, the entire planet. Our reality is changing and this facade that you speak of . . . Has grown weak and the way to prepare is to be transparent." A flood of memories pooled into Hecate's mind of the encounters that she has had with both god and mortal. At some point, the two became synonymous with their greed or need. "The truth always comes to light . . . So show me that light just thisonce* Before I am consumed by your unwavering darkness to keep me safe." Hecate's voice carried such a stern, but benevolent tone as she spoke. One would refer to it as the Calm Before the Storm. She didn't remove her moonlike contact from Nyx. She looked to hear her judgement and authenticity as if similarly to her witches.
Annie
Nyx shivered as she felt Erebus's presence behind her, his rage a palpable cold pressing against her skin, his eyes glaring with their orange hue. She glanced from him to her daughter, Hecate, who pulled her hands away, causing a sharp pain in Nyx's heart. How could she explain the truth? How could she share it when it caused so much pain, and would only cause more?

She looked at the two, her mind racing. Could she reveal the darkest secret of her life? Did she even want to? It seemed she had no choice. Pulling away from them, Nyx moved gracefully, the night air swirling around her, her eyes fixed on the shimmering sky above.

"There was a time," Nyx began, her voice soft but steady, "When I was so alone that Grief was my only companion, joined with the ambrosia that washed it away. I was alone for centuries, while Erebus was consumed by our duties." She cut a look to Erebus, ensuring he knew she spoke of him.

Nyx continued, her voice trembling slightly with the weight of her confession. "Centuries passed in darkness, and for once, I had no companion. So I drank, the ambrosia numbing my thoughts, dulling the ache of loneliness. And then, one night, Erebus appeared. I didn't question it—I wanted so desperately to believe it was him after centuries apart."

"He didn't speak, not a word," Nyx recalled, her voice wavering. "And I didn't notice, lost in my own haze, the way his eyes shimmered bright blue like lightning. It was only after... After I felt myself filled with a life that I realized. That's when I knew Zeus had tricked me, appearing in the form of my husband."

Tears welled in Nyx's eyes as she spoke, the pain of betrayal still fresh after all this time. "I was deceived, and from that deception, you, Hecate, were born. A constant reminder of the darkest moment of my existence, yet also a beacon of light in this eternal night."

"I begged Zeus to keep our secret, to tell no one of his deceit," Nyx whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "But I was trapped,

Unable to avenge myself without the risk of my secret spilling out, exposing us all to the wrath of Olympus. I feared for you, Hecate, knowing that revealing the truth could bring you unimaginable pain."

Her gaze shifted to Erebus, her beloved, her partner in darkness. "And Erebus," She said softly, "I feared you could never see me the same, knowing the truth of how I was deceived. But I couldn't bear to lose you, to lose either of you." Nyx's voice cracked, the weight of her burden heavy upon her shoulders as she looked at the two beings she loved most in this world.
Tiffany
His eyes shimmered and locked onto Nyx, unmoving as she explained the origins of Hecate. Once the story hit his ears, it all began to make sense. The familiar yet uneasy stench that Hecate carried within her blood, the mixture of Nyx's as well as something else. It *Was* Olympian he smelt, but not just that... It was that pathetic degenerate's blood, Zeus. The eyes locking onto Nyx burnt a deeper shade of orange, one not even Lady Night had seen before.

His eyes never swayed. He didn't look upon his 'daughter', not once. Could he even call her that? She called him 'Father' but was that out of how she viewed him, or what Nyx's wanted to hear? Either way, he wasn't really her Parent. Far from it. His mind was only on Zeus, the things he wanted to do to that rotten excuse for a deity. Maybe Erebus should personally awaken Chaos, ask his Master to tear the skin from the King, splay his form across the stars and make his soul stretch and tear from every seam. Then, and only then would he be satisfied.

"I should kill him."

They were the only words he could manage. Quickly pivoting away, he finally shot a glare towards Hecate. Did he hate her? Despise her for being half Olympian? No. But how could he look upon the God without seeing *Him* In her eyes? She was his Zeus' child, not Erebus'. Without a second wasted, Erebus turned away and began to walk off, feeling any second left there would only add to his growing anger.