An Erebus Christmas Carol – The Past, Part I
“Without seeing what has been, what is and what may come, you will never know true happiness.”
For this year’s winter solstice, Nyx is hosting a soiree in the far north. As in, the North Pole. It is as neutral a place as she could possibly find, and she reached out to a dear friend of hers to help set up a venue, who was all too ready to accommodate. Noel Klaas is one of the sweetest beings she had the pleasure of dealing with in all her years. When she came to him looking for a space for the solstice soiree, he immediately offered up his Snowflake Estate and all his staff that came with it.
“Without seeing what has been, what is and what may come, you will never know true happiness.”
“Whatever,” she sighed. “I think you have delusions of grandeur. It’s not like we’re Zeus and Hera.”
You have not been alone because you are evil, it is because you have to wait to find the one worthy of all that you are.
“He is a very nice man who makes toys and gives them away to children all over the world every year.”
She takes all the credit, you know. Is it too much to ask to maybe share the power and glory once in awhile?
When she came to, her heart ached. The one truth in her life was gone. Her compass. Her heart.
Technically, we met because she stole my car. I mean, you didn’t expect me to go through legitimate channels to find an assistant, did you?
“A lot has changed since then. Erebus isn’t the man we once knew. I guess he’d much prefer to be by himself then to visit with family.”
I decided right then I was going to smite the smart mouth little snot on the spot, then call Zeus to strike the place with a few lightning bolts and destroy it all.
“I’m sorry, Bayia. That’s the best part! We’re going to be the life of the party, handing out candy before giving the puppies away at the end!”
If I save her, I would be interfering with fate. Could I really just leave her here to die?
“I mean, Zeus couldn’t be happier; Erebus After Dark rakes in a ton of money. You have your own brand, clothing line, vodka…but all that came at a price.”
The car stopped, the doors opened, and there stood Clive. “You’re late,” he snapped. “We’ve got a schedule to keep. You’re not all that and a bag of chips, you know.”