A grand sillouette against the dark rust coloured sky of the Underworld Nyx's palace lay. One thousand pillars lined the beautifully painted structure. Each pillar painted immaculately with scenes of the Night. Gardens surround the mighty palace, adding warring colours to the red sky. Blue and green flowers glow brightly under the red haze of the underworld, making the palace a beacon for miles around. From the garden reaches a marble path. Ornately painted, it leads down the peak Nyx and her palace perch upon. At the foot of it, a figure stands. It is a young man, chest bared in the red blaring sun, his toga gathered around his sharp hips just above the belt. He wears sandals with unique decoration. A pair of taut feathery wings lay resolutely upon his ankles, as if they could spring open within a moments notice and carry the wearer far away.
The figure stands, staring at the palace in all of it's grandeur. A few moments pass in silence, the only thing that tickles the senses in these few moments is the ever growing pressure in the air. The sun will set soon, the light red orb says, gracing the horizon of the flat plains behind the man. And the man waits. The sun of the underworld gets heavier and heavier, and so does the pressure in the air. The last of the light creeps beneath the sheet of flat land spanning below the mountain. The man's ears pop, a slight and quick noise only heard by him, and suddenly a torch is lit in front of the palace. The man finally moves, but not towards the palace. He opens his mouth first, and moves his jaw around, trying to relieve the pressure on his ears.
"I suppose you expected me to just appear in my palace," a light voice says from behind him. The man closes his mouth with a smirk and looks upon the intruder. "Hermes."
The voice belongs to Nyx herself, who leans against an olive tree picking idly at the bark. She is naked but for a sheer black sash, which drapes over her shoulders and trails yards behind her over the painted marble path. She is not ugly by any means. Her long black hair contrasts her pure white skin, which is so because it never touches sunlight. Her eyes are a dark blue, deep as the night sky but as cunning as nightmares that pierce peaceful slumber. Her breasts are small and plump, her nipples pink, and dark hair hides her sex from prying eyes. Yes, she is by no means ugly.
She parts her pink lips and examines her addressee before speaking. "I would invite you in for a drink but you seem on urgent business. May I tempt you all the same?"
Hermes bows, but does not look at the ground, instead his eyes trail to the olive grove lining the path. Nyx follows his eyes and rests upon a dark mass. Hermes answers. "I will take wine if you will introduce me in the most literal way to the boys Sleep and Death."
The goddess nods and two young boys tumble out of the grove and into the red light of the waning moon. "these are my two closest spirits, Hypnos," she gestures at one boy, a bright eyed boy, black of skin with a sharp smile, "and Thanatos." A plain looking boy with olive skin and black dull eyes.
Hermes nods at them both. "I will take that drink now, Goddess."