Nyx POV
"The white bull is approaching the Gates, ma'lady." The muffled voice of her consort informed the night goddess as he re-entered the chamber. Nyx was lying like a child, curled into a foetus on a blackened velvet bed, rolling under masses of comfort. Her brain was abuzz. Alive. Confused, "What's wrong?" his voice softened further.
"I don't- I cannot-"
"Deep breaths, lovely love," Erebus spoke smoothly like a harp, cool yet it soothes the goddess slightly. The problem was Nyx never liked the Bulls, either of them. Beasts whom caused havoc over centuries due to an ancient rivalry, so old even she did not know the true story. In a moment of weakness, of human-like fear, did she invite the White Bull.
"I need to face him,"
"I understand." A strong hand grazed her naked back, delivering the much-needed assurance. A Goddess of Night could surely face such a vulgar animal. What was there to fear?
"You do not, Erebus. Not even I, who know most, can justify this. I cannot reason with a crook. Therefore I cannot reason with a beast of the bad. Of evil -"
"Hinder not your meeting, Goddess, to explain such business to me."
"- You are right, of course." Nyx sat up decidedly, pushed away the covers and ordered them to vanish once more. Them, with a critical eye of black and gold, she swept her gaze around the infinite room, the chamber, the field. The possibilities of her power where almost endless, "I must change, my dear."
"Yes," Erebus stood faster than Kalona ever did, "My Nyx." And with a flourished bow her perfect golden man left her alone. Before she even began her magic, she felt their distance apart in her huge heart. A heart which, over time, had collected many loved ones and lost just the same. To love someone so strongly, no matter who they maybe, as she did would have destroyed a mortal. The overpowering grief would have been too much. This grief, and shame, is what Nyx hoped to believe is what turned the White Bull to the darkness.
For that meant there was hope for him, too.
Nyx stood still for a long while. Staring and staring at the glowing orb which had first brought to light Erin's actions. The actions which were devastating for the world. I cannot tell anyone, She swore, for they would not empathise with me. With my mistake. She touched the face of Erin with a gentle longing. Nyx wanted to be there to help her child, for the powers at play were beyond the young fledgling. For all the goddess knew, they maybe beyond even herself. The idea of this kept her awake, often.
With a flick of her hand the image of Erin Bates expanded. Nyx only wished to see her eyes for the eyes are the windows to one's true soul; not by how they look but by how they see. To see good is to be good and to see hate is to feel hate. Nyx felt she had failed if any of her children felt the latter. Her job was to guide them, to protect the children of the faith and the Night.
When the zooming stopped, Nyx gasped. There in the corner. There was the answer. Now she definitely knew no-one would understand at all, not one person would compute to the past of her actions. Their actions. Only one person would and she could not trust them totally. They had too many people around them, too many to die.
THe Goddess ran a delicate hand through her flowing hair. She had no colouring, for certain colouring would be inequality. At the moment, however, she chose to change. She altered her hair colour to match Zoey Redbird's. She, whom Nyx had gifted so well, would be the only person in the world to understand. To understand, What I did.
Dear Heavenly Father, Nyx prayed upwards to the man who she always wished to please, I pray to thee for guidance as your blood daughter in faith, smoke and bones. My mistakes are only now coming into play, upon this board of chess where I am the sacrificial pawn. He is coming - I asked for him out of a lack of courage. I think he knows, Father. Of what I did. Of what made you sent me to this place of Good and Evil. As always, I beg your forgiveness. Please protect my children, you know of what I speak.
Nyx stood up, wished her Father love, and began on the change of scenery. By the time her wisps of white, pure magic had created her own illusionist's trick. The room appeared as though it was that of a monarch's - similar to the architecture so common among the medieval period across all lands - the Bull had arrived. She sensed its presence even before Erebus, she knew, because he gave a great cry.
Not out of fear, by Nyx's faith, but out of awe.
The beast entered the chamber on its powerful, convulsing hind legs. Its horns shone and merely grew more attention to how dangerous this animal was. Do not underestimate the monster, Nyx's inner voice cautioned her. The Goddess had never discovered who possessed this inner voice, for she was the one who spoke for many others but not herself.
Then the beast spoke, "Nyx, Oh, Goddess of the Night and all Vampyres: why do you call upon me?" Nyx suppressed an unvoluntary shiver and grew confidence upon Erebus's assuring gaze. She took a breath, adjusting the dress of white and black which swayed in the cool breeze around her ankles. As she completed this task of basic etiquette, the Bull's eyes covered with a strange gleam.
And then the Goddess fell.
Author's Note: C'est tres interessant, oui? Je suis désolée mais le problème principale c'est que j'adore parler le francais! Haha but I suck at french... though I might include some just to frustrate my french readers;) Je suis trés désolée!