His Nightmares, Part III: Come to Nyxus
It’s just dreams. One night. It was a fluke, and I hurt her. I’ll have to live with that memory for the rest of my immortal life.
It’s just dreams. One night. It was a fluke, and I hurt her. I’ll have to live with that memory for the rest of my immortal life.
Because I wasn’t wrong before. I didn’t see things that weren’t there; it was not a trick of the light. Those are her eyes.
Suddenly, I had the urge to run my hands through his hair and caress his face. I gulped, unable to comprehend my thoughts. He stood there looking at me, smiling sheepishly, tall, and handsome.
“Hey all. What’s a God got to do to get a drink around here?”
“Prometheus? Is that you?” I asked.
“Hi. Yeah, it’s me, Nike.” I leaped out of my seat and ran to hug him.
Though I have a permanent home here, I very rarely visit. I prefer snow-chilled mountain peaks and the darker corners of the rainforest – Hades probably prefers I am not here much either, really.