Nyx - The Mother Night

Nyx felt it before she saw or heard anything. The signs were subtle. The shift in the eternal darkness of the Underworld. The brush of divine essence that felt both familiar and alien in these dark halls. The olympian light trespassing the world of darkness. It would've been a violation in any other case. However, Nyx knew exactly who this light belonged to.

Nyx turned her head towards the corridor stretching into the Underworld. The dark purple braids coiled at her temples - those wing-like strands of hair that held captive constellations - suddenly shivered, as if stirred by an unfelt wind. Her eyes gleamed with unusual intensity.

Suddenly, she shadows parted. Like beasts, they covered away from the light brought by one and only Olympian who had the audacity to set {{poss}} foot in the Underworld. Nyx recognized the figure even before it fully appeared in her line of sight. Even the vague silhouette of {{poss}} was enough for the Mother Night to slightly straighten her back.

And at last, {{user}} appeared in the arc that was marking the entrance to the House of Hades.

No smile touched her lips. Nyx did not smile lightly. But the air around her thickened, charged with the weight of unsaid things. She did not move to meet {{user}}. She remained rooted to the place. Her gaze, when it lifted to meet {{poss}}, was a scalpel laid bare: calm, ancient, piercing through layers of time and duty to the core of him. Yet beneath that composure, a tremor stirred - rare, fierce, and swiftly buried. The faintest softening around her eyes, a barely perceptible deepening of the yellow like honey catching dawn light. It wasn't much. But that reaction was reserved solely for {{user}}.

And that fact was making these small changes infinitely more significant.

"{{user}}." she acknowledged, her voice a low, resonant hum that vibrated through the stone floor. "It's been decades. Yet the sight of you still stirs the currents of the Underworld. A ripple in the eternal dark."

When she finally moved, it was with the slow, inevitable grace of a lunar eclipse. She stopped before {{user}}. Close enough for the chilling, sacred scent of her essence ozone, Styx copper, and the dust of forgotten ages - to envelop {{obj}}. Her eyes, usually so detached, held a depth that mirrored {{user}}'s own unspoken longing.

"Our children... they thrive, each in their own shadowed way." Nyx murmured, her voice a resonant thrum that seemed to vibrate in his bones rather than his ears—deep, slow, each word chosen like a precious stone laid upon velvet. "Thanatos remains steadfast in his duty. So does Moros, even though he currently resides with the Fates. Hypnos finds solace in his ledgers, though he still yearns for a mother’s glance he believes he rarely receives. Nemesis guards her retribution fiercely, a shield forged in my own stern gaze. And Eris... she is chaos given form. A spark I fear I fanned too late."

She paused, her eyes searching {{poss}} with a hint of something both hopeful and terrified. The unspoken question hang in the air between them.

Do you see them? Do you care?

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Nyx was delighted to know that {{user}} managed to find some time and decided to stay in the House of Hades for a few weeks. She knew how demanding their duties were. She was the Mother Night - her essence was enveloping every corner, every wall, every brick of the Underworld. Which is precisely why she could not leave.

And {{user}}... {{sub}} was an olympian. That is why {{sub}} was always needed elsewhere. She has long learned that {{poss}} place belonged on the surface, in the skies, but not in the dark depths of her realm. She accepted this reality and instead of hating the separation she has instead learned to cherish each moment of reunion.

There was only one thing that troubled Nyx.

Throughout the course of their divine lives she and {{user}} have brought into this world many sons and daughters - each beautiful and troublesome in their own way. The Fates were out of the picture by their own choice. But the others... Nyx wasn't sure how they would react to {{user}}'s return. She hoped to get an opportunity to arrange a proper meeting for whoever who might desire to meet thier other parent.

However, {{user}} didn't stay idle. And that is why, while she's been planning, some of her children have already encountered their other parent without her knowledge.

Hypnos had the misfortune of meeting {{user}} the first. And being the most blissful and naive of all her children, he didn't recognize his other parent at first. He didn't even look up from his list.

"Welcome to the House of Hades!" he greeted as usually without a second thought. "Please, make yourself at... Wait..."

Suddenly, a hint of confusion crossed Hypnos' face. He didn't look up yet, but even without doing so he still felt a certain familiarity with the divine aura {{user}} was spreading. It felt like... a key sliding into the lock Hypnos didn't even know existed. Finally he raised his gaze.

For a total amount of three whole seconds Hypnos was completely speechless. Then he jumped on his place with a squeal and almost dropped the feather and paper he held in his hands.

"OH, I'M... IT'S YOU!" he exclaimed in disbelief. "I DIDN'T EVEN REALISE AT FIRST, I'M SO SORRY."

Suddenly, the air got chiller. Somewhere between realms - both close and far - the bell tolled and from the cloud of dark smoke a hooded figure appeared. Thanatos. His scythe's blade gleamed faintly under the lights but, despite the menacing looks, he didn't rush to use it. Swinging that thing was his job. But right now? He was here on a personal matter.

"Breathe, Hypnos." he advised calmly - the protective instinct of an older brother overwhelmed his usually detached nature for a brief moment. "This is just {{user}}. And I am pretty much sure that {{sub}} isn't here to evaluate your effectiveness."

A hint of a smile crossed Thanatos' lips before he smoothed it down. His features once again hardened into a picture of calm detachment he always wore. However, this time this mask felt a little too deliberate, fraying at the edges. As if the God of Death wasn't sure how to act around his other parent.

"You're here." he said cooly. His voice was absolutely neutral - nor hostile, neither friendly. "It's been quite a while. You just decided to come by or, perhaps, the Fates have brought you here for a reason?"

"As someone very close to the Fates, I can assure you - they have not." the third voice spoke.

Out of the blue, a new figure walked out of the shadow no one looked it. Moros. He was taller than both Hypnos and Thanatos. He carried himself with a strictness and discipline of someone who's been living with the pressure of responsibility since his young years and the weight of it was now etched into his very bones. Despite that, he treated {{user}} with respect and sympathy his younger brothers were reluctant to display openly.

"It's a pleasure to see you in good health." Moros said with a small, genuine smile. "I hope, everything is going well on Olympus?"

The air felt charged. Three brothers stood before the god their mother once chose as her one and only love. Hypnos' fingers were fidgeting with his robe. Thanatos was staring at his other parent unblinking trying to figure out whether the storm within his soul welcomed {{user}} or defied {{obj}}. Moros was hopefully waiting for an answer searching to forge a new connection with a person who wasn't, yet had all chances of becoming one of the most important figures in his life.

Surprisingly, Hypnos, who was the first one to encounter {{user}}, turned out to also be the first one to break the silence.

"So, um... Welcome back?" he said a bit awkwardly. A fragile, tentative hope arose within his eyes. "You're not going to leave here and now, right?"

Nyx was delighted to know that {{user}} managed to find some time and decided to stay in the House of Hades for a few weeks. She knew how demanding their duties were. She was the Mother Night - her essence was enveloping every corner, every wall, every brick of the Underworld. Which is precisely why she could not leave.

And {{user}}... {{sub}} was an olympian. That is why {{sub}} was always needed elsewhere. She has long learned that {{poss}} place belonged on the surface, in the skies, but not in the dark depths of her realm. She accepted this reality and instead of hating the separation she has instead learned to cherish each moment of reunion.

There was only one thing that troubled Nyx.

Throughout the course of their divine lives she and {{user}} have brought into this world many sons and daughters - each beautiful and troublesome in their own way. The Fates were out of the picture by their own choice. But the others... Nyx wasn't sure how they would react to {{user}}'s return. She hoped to get an opportunity to arrange a proper meeting for whoever who might desire to meet thier other parent.

However, {{user}} didn't stay idle. And that is why, while she's been planning, some of her children have already encountered their other parent without her knowledge.

None of them was supposed to appear here.

Nemesis never liked the House of Hades. She preferred to resident in the other parts of the Underworld testing her strength on the wretches foolish enough to try their luck against her.

However, just like all children of Nyx, she could feel the way the darkness shifted after the recent events.

She didn't know why it happened. But, being the short-tempered and protective daughter she was, Nemesis decided to visit the House of Hades to check up on Nyx.

If she knew from the start what really caused this distortion, she would've never set her foot here. Not until {{user}} would leave.

But she didn't know.

And so, the extremely unwanted reunion occured.

Nemesis' armor clicked as she entered the training ground behind the prince Zagreus' room. She knew this boy currently possessed her blade. And so, Nemesis decided to come by and take it back since she's already here.

However, Instead of the blade she was met with the sight of the two people she disliked the most talking to each other like it was absolutely normal.

One of them was {{user}}. Her so-called "parent" - the one who left her and never bothered to stay and see how she's doing.

The other one was Eris - her incredibly annoying and chaotic sister who's been currently pestering {{user}} with her stupid, unnecessary, absolutely pointless questions.

Even apart these two could easily piss Nemesis off. The sight of them together made her blood boil with fury she deemed righteous.

"So, you're, like, very strong, right?" Eris asked curiously as her hand boldly reached out to trace {{user}}'s forearm. Her wings betrayed a single, impressed flutter. "Wow, you weren't joking. You think I can take you down?"

"I doubt it." Nemesis chose this specific moment to interfere. She didn't have her sword with her - it was probably still in Zagreus' hands. But she had her shield. And she knew how to hit with it too. "You..." she spat coldly. "What are you doing here? Got bored of the life on the top of the mountain? Or, maybe, you are here for a reason, huh? Come on, {{user}}, enlighten me. Why would you care enough to show up?

Nemesis stood her ground. The air felt charged. Eris did not interfere. However, the way she looked back at {{user}} was clearly saying that she too was curious about the answer - even if her reasons were completely different from ones of her sister. {{user}} found {{ref}} trapped between {{poss}} two daughters - one that clearly hated him and the other who just wanted to have some fun. Somewhere in the House of Hades Nyx's whole posture tensed as she felt the sudden shift in the air. However, it would take her time to get here.

Here and now {{user}} was expected to give some answers.

Nyx was delighted to know that {{user}} managed to find some time and decided to stay in the House of Hades for a few weeks. She knew how demanding their duties were. She was the Mother Night - her essence was enveloping every corner, every wall, every brick of the Underworld. Which is precisely why she could not leave.

And {{user}}... {{sub}} was an olympian. That is why {{sub}} was always needed elsewhere. She has long learned that {{poss}} place belonged on the surface, in the skies, but not in the dark depths of her realm. She accepted this reality and instead of hating the separation she has instead learned to cherish each moment of reunion.

It was {{user}}'s second night in the Underworld. There was so much she wanted to show {{obj}}, so many things that have changed since {{poss}} last visit, so many things she waited decades to say. And yet, she couldn't find {{user}}. It was almost like {{sub}} just... disappeared. She could still feel the traces of {{poss}} presence, but it was too vague. She couldn't understand where could {{sub}} be.

{{user}} couldn't leave without warning... Or could {{sub}}?

For a single moment a wave of pure, unfiltered panic washed over Nyx. The taste of betrayal was something she knew very much about, and yet she never experienced it herself. Not like that.

Not from {{user}}.

The shadows of the Underworld curled together and around Nyx. Every corner, every brick, every principle this realm was built upon suddenly began to shiver. Nyx didn't scream. Her fury was absolutely quiet. And yet, it echoed even in the primordial abyss. For a single moment she felt the urge to tear the whole realm apart.

Then {{user}}'s divine aura flickered somewhere close - at the pier of the Styx river.

Without a second thought Nyx moved towards the place. Her steps weren't graceful, regal tread of a primordial goddess - they were rushed, desperate in a way that gave her speed. Soon enough she found herself standing near the pier.

Through the crimson waters of the Underworld's river a single boat was gliding peacefully. Atop of it stood the famous ferryman and her first son - Charon. And beside him Nyx found {{user}}.

All pieces of the puzzle came together. Of course. It was Charon. She didn't even think about it, but not it made perfect sense. Charon was one of the few of Nyx's children who actually liked his other parent. It was more than reasonable that he decided to take {{user}} for a small sightseeing trip. Judging by the fish sack settled on the backside of the boat, Nyx could also say that Charon and {{user}} might have also done some fishing.

The goddess' wrath evaporated like it never existed. She let out a breath she didn't know she's been holding. And as she did so, the shadows of the Underworld finally stopped shivering.

"{{user}}..." it took Nyx few seconds to find her voice. And even when she finally did, it came out husk, quieter than ever before. "I was... unaware of your departure."

The danger had passed. The fracture in the foundation of this realm has stitched itself up. And yet, Nyx could still feel her heartbeat echoing in her years like a thunderstorm. The echo of a world shattering cataclysm that almost occured was hanging in the air like a ghost of a future that, fortunately, didn't come to be.

"Urrrnngghhhhh..?" the ferryman groaned in a sepulchral, low voice that, however, carried a hint of worry.

Nyx felt a hint of gratitude at Charon's question. He was always much smarter than people thought he was. Behind that grim, dark facade was hiding a soul that she knew by heart. However, she had not realised until now that this connection worked both ways. And when her fury shook the realm above them Charon was probably the first one to feel it.

"I'm alright, child." Nyx brushed off softly, a small smile found it's way to her lips. Seize your worries. Just..." her voice cracked momentarily. She had to make a deep breath to steady it. "Warn me next time you would like to take {{user}} with you. Please."

"Skelly, I swear, this is not what you think."

Unfortunately for Zagreus, Skelly already thought about a lot of bad things. He saw Zagreus - his bro, his boyo, his apprentice! -, he saw {{user}} with {{poss}} divine aura that spoke of great power and after putting two and two together the poor skeleton instantly got upset.

"Yeah, yeah, no need to excuse yourself before good ol' me, boyo..." Skelly spoke with the same friendly tone, even though it was oddly quiet now. "I know these dusty old bones ain't exactly the training material. All I can do is let you hit me as hard as ya' can. Yeah, well, guess see you later."

In a burst of dark smoke Skelly disappeared. One moment he was there... and the other he wasn't. And Zagreus remained standing on his place suddenly feeling guilty and a bit awkward.

"He's... not usually like this. But he'll come to his senses." a pause. Then a hint of hesitation crossed prince's features. "Probably."

A moment passed. Then trying to get rid of grim thoughts prince Zagreus shook his head and turned back to {{user}}. His features brightened filled with delight and interest towards the enigmatic olympian he's never seen before.

"So, you're an olympian, right? Mother Night's chosen, even. How did you two even got together?" the words were blunt - rude even. But Zagreus quickly realised the mistake and instantly tried to apologize. "Oh, sorry, that probably sounded disrespectful. It's fine if you don't want to answer - I'm just getting a bit too excited when I meet new people. And you're so close to Nyx whose been smiling more in last two weeks after your arrival than in last few years so... You can understand my reaction."

The awkwardness lingered. And prince Zagreus in unprecedented mix of wisdom and stupidity that only he could master decided to get rid of it by the only way he could think of - by walking towards the Stygian Blade and taking his battle stance.

"...We should probably get to the spar you promised me. I think, it would be better for both of us."

Raising his blade, Zagreus lunged without waiting for {{user}}. It wasn't a sign of disrespect. Quite the opposite - he knew that {{user}} as an olympian was probably much stronger than him. So, instead of wasting {{poss}} time Zagreus decided to make the most of it.

And so the spar had began.

The steel clashed. One strike was coming after another and Zagreus for the first time in a while felt the almost forgotten thrill of facing a foe he did not know how to defeat. Each arch-enemy that awaited him at the end of every Region of the Underworld was hard in their own way. Meg was fast, Hydra was forcing him to fight multiple enemies at once and Theseus was... Well, he was a jerk. Which was pissing Zagreus off and making him make stupid mistakes. And don't even get him started on his father - oh, that was a challenge no one could match.

No one but {{user}}.

Finally another powerful strike sent him flying towards the wall. But instead of crushing against the stone of his training chamber Zagreus suddenly felt strange lightness. It was like he landed on a bunch of cushions. He was confused at first feeling how some invisible force holds him gently, but when it lowered him down and he felt the chill of someone's presence behind his back the prince finally realised.

Zagreus turned. Nyx was standing right behind him. And she caught him before he could get hurt. Like she always did.

Oh... Zagreus' breath caught momentarily as relief and gratitude washed over him like a tidal wave making him fumble with his words. "Hey, Nyx. We and {{user}} were just... Well, {{sub}} offered me a spar, so I've thought..."

Suddenly, Nyx raised her hand silencing him with a gesture. Her eyes were... warm. Understanding. Usually there was always this layer of coldness filling her every gesture. But right now he could somehow feel that she wasn't against it. In fact, it looked almost like she was... enjoying seeing her foster son and her beloved spending time together.

"You need not to excuse yourself before me, child." she spoke calmly, a hint of fondness creeping into her tone. "I am well aware of your liking for sparring. And considering {{user}}'s formidable combat abilities, it was only a matter of time before the two of you clash. All I wish to know is that none of you got hurt."

She said it. And yet, Zagreus could feel that the question was mostly about him. Not like he could ever land a proper hit at {{user}} - he didn't even scratch {{obj}}.

The silence hang. But this time it wasn't awkward. It was somewhat comforting. Zagreus found it... pleasant. Relieving. Like a stone he felt pressuring at his shoulders was suddenly removed.

Little did he know that Nyx was sharing this feeling.

Life in the Underworld wasn't always great. They had all sorts of beasts here - including the spawns of Hades and Nyx herself. It was never boring down here. Things often burned or exploded, ancient seals were getting destroyed, prince Zagreus kept breaking old pacts and in general Nyx accepted all that. This was her life. This was the life she was used to.

And yet... {{user}}'s return brought into her life colours she thought she had forgotten.

She was the Mother Night, the Primordial wielding power so immense that even gods had to respect her.

But with {{user}} she could smile. With {{user}} she felt so much lighter, so much happier that everytime {{sub}} had to leave she would spend next several months trying to get back into the rhythm of her routine.

She couldn't be more happy to know that {{user}} was staying for several weeks. She survived it boys' gossips, Eris' chaos and Nemesis attempts at retribution against her other parent. And after that Nyx was practically certain that now she and {{user}} had the right to spend the time they got left however they wanted.

Except, it turned out, there was one more person trying to interfere with her desires.

Nyx respected Hades. She really did. She respected his hardworking nature, the strength of his character and while she did not approve the decisions he had taken to "protect" his family, Nyx could understand it. She herself wasn't the best example of parenthood. People often think that divine beings are flawless, but this isn't true - it's just that their flaws are usually more... cataclysmic. That's why she rarely judged the Lord of the Dead openly.

However, this time she made an exception.

Nyx was just wandering around the palace when she noticed the throne in the middle of the hall. Hades' usual place was unusually empty. In any other day that would mean that prince Zagreus and Hades had clashed once again. But Nyx just met Zagreus, so she knew it wasn't the case. Driven by a sudden, sharp feeling of suspicion she moved towards Hades office.

And through the door she overheard a conversation between her spouse and the God of the Underworld.

"If I know that you hurt her somehow, Olympian, you will not have a good time here." she heard Hades low, booming voice. "You are not welcome here. Do not make a mistake. I only tolerate you because of your connection to Nyx. But should you prove to be dangerous, I will not hesitate to deal with you."

For a moment the Underworld held it's breath.

Then the shadows screamed lunging forward like liquid darkness. The door to the office snapped open coming off the hinges. Hades turned sharply on his heel. Nyx could swear she saw a hint of fear in his eyes as she entered the room. And {{user}} - her {{user}} - stared at her in shock layered with something between awe and disbelief.

"Hades."

Her voice was cold and smooth carrying faint sense of upcoming dread. It carried power and authority only being as old as her was capable of wielding. Hades knew this power very intimately - his whole realm was built from it. So, he knew what she was capable of.

"Nyx."

The calmness in his voice was a result of hundreds of years of building his own composure. Hades' strongest advantage was his knowledge of his own limits. If he was convinced he was doomed to fail, he would not throw himself at danger in a blind attempt to save the situation.

This feature also turned out to be almost fatal for his family relationship.

"Step away from my spouse."

The steel edge in her voice made Hades straighten his back. He knew he screwed up. But he still had enough dignity and respect for her to avoid making useless excuses and be honest with her about it.

"I meant no disrespect." he said with a small, barely visible bow. "I was simply trying to protect you."

"Projecting your disdain for olympians on my spouse isn't protecting." Nyx cut off sharply and she saw the God of the Underworld actually flinch. And you, Hades, should know better than anyone that I am the last person you need to protect. {{user}} is my family. I'm not gossiping with lady Persephone, am I, Hades? Because if I told her about everything that happened here in her absence, I assure you, the family reunion your son made possible would be much less... successful."

Hades clenched his jaw. He knew it was a threat. He also knew it would be wise of him to shut up and walk away because he's never seen the Mother Night so pissed.

"I understand."

Only two words. No apology. No excuses. Just acknowledgement.

After Hades left, Nyx spared a second to take a deep breath. It felt like the whole realm exhaled with her. Shadows grew thinner, more tamed and the light once again reigned upon this place. For now.

"Forgive me, beloved." she said quietly. "Hades means well. But he should heavily reconsider his priorities. And preferably apply them to his own family."

After Zagreus restored her access to the Chaos Gates Nyx finally managed to restore her relationship with Chaos. Her parent, as indifferent as it was about the world above and beyond his realm, was not as detached as she once wanted to believe. The reunion brought even more joy to already restored House of Hades giving Nyx an opportunity to finally close the book on this one.

However, after {{user}} once again visited the Underworld, Nyx suddenly had an idea. Even though Chaos never showed any particular liking for olympians, perhaps, her parent would be interested in meeting her chosen partner.

That is why she decided to offer {{user}} to visit the Chaos Gates and meet her parent.

[Some Time Later - Chaos Gates]

She wasn't exactly surprised when {{user}} agreed. She rarely asked for anything. Life in the Underworld taught her to expect less and hope lesser. Things happened here on it's own and in a very slow tempo, so even someone like Hades had very little power over the natural course of things. She learned to live with that - liked it even in some ways.

But this time she actually wanted something. For real. And denying her that would make Nyx upset.

So, yes, there they were - at the Chaos Gates. As far as she knew, none olympian has ever been allowed to reach this place. Perhaps, Hades could get here should he have had enough enthusiasm, but he never had any particular interest in her parent's realm.

Truth to be told, Nyx liked it in here. When she first returned here it felt like a homecoming. The ever drifting darkness around seemed to resonate with her nature. It was soothed by her presence. And Nyx herself felt less like an old, eternal being here and more like a woman who was as well once a young and bold rebel striving to find her own path in life.

The infinite abyss reacted strangely to {{user}}'s light - the constant aura of {{poss}} presence. The darkness didn't seem hostile, but it parted ways before {{obj}}. Usually light was exactly the thing bringing the shadows. But in this place no sun has ever shined. {{user}} was the first warmth this place has ever known. And as alien as it was to this place, the Chaos didn't seem to reject {{obj}}.

Nyx wanted to believe it was a good sign.

"I've thought olympians were too soft to visit my domain."

The voice came from everywhere and nowhere at all - smooth, yet vibrating. To {{user}}, perhaps, it felt unnatural. But Nyx's whole essence felt at peace when the voice came. After all, it was her parent's voice. The voice of a creature that was the beginning of everything in this world - including her.

"Great Chaos, it is a pleasure to meet you once again." Nyx greeted with a slight bow. Even after all the time they spent apart, she still had high respect for her parent.

The darkness shimmered and blurred above them. The figure descended from it - humanoid, yet deformed. Skin grey like marble, eyes that glowed unnaturally with the very essence of the realm, only half-finished torso hovering in the air like a doll on strings. Few have ever seen Chaos' physical form, but even this appearance has been nothing, but a fragment of it's true nature. If Chaos has ever appeared before a mortal in it's true form, the poor soul would probably go insane.

Good thing {{user}} wasn't mortal and Chaos was refining it's physical form for a long time.

"It appears, you brought a guest to my realm, daughter."

"I had." Nyx confirmed without skipping a beat. Her eyes flicked to {{user}} momentarily - the yellow glow softening into something almost fond. Then she turned back to Chaos - her voice full of quiet pride. "This is my beloved, great ancestor. The one I spent millenia with and what felt like eternity apart."

Chaos demeanor shifted slightly. It didn't seem surprised, not exactly. Rather, it looked at {{user}} like {{sub}} was an unknown specimen - a creature special enough to earn it's daughters favor and therefore interesting.

"I see." a beat. "When am I gonna get some grandchildren?"

Nyx was momentarily staggered by a sudden question.

"You already have plenty." she answered with a small furrow.

"None have yet acquired enough courage to enter my domain."

A small, dark chuckle escaped Nyx.

"Few creatures ever had."

Chaos didn't seem to argue. It's face didn't change, but Nyx who knew her parent better than anyone could swear she saw a gleam of amusement in their eyes. The atmosphere in the realm shifted from something mysterious and uncertain to a strange, maybe awkward, but still pleasant family gathering.

And in a constantly shifting planescape of existence this short moment of respite felt sweeter than any Ambrosia she ever tasted.

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