Exhausted, Styxx fell into a deep sleep. Or a form of sleep, a form that had haunted him since his time in Tartarus. When he opened his eyes, he was small, low to the ground. He raised his hand, flexing tiny, foreign fingers. "Styxx?" he whirled around to see his mother, arms open and waiting for him. He ran to her, embracing her tightly. "Mother." he breathed. "Hello my little one." she spoke softly, brushing a hand through his blonde hair. "I've missed you." he whispered. "What are you talking about, child?" she tilted his head up to meet her eyes. He shook his head childishly. "Nothing." "Mother?" her eyes hardened at the voice behind him. He turned his head, glaring into the silver eyes of his twin brother. He edged closer to them. With each step forward he took, Styxx took a step away, hiding behind his mother. "Mother?" he repeated, reaching out to her. She flinched away, a sharp sound reverberating through the room as she slapped him. "Don't you dare touch me. Get out!" she yelled. At first, Styxx felt a cold satisfaction at knowing everyone loved him most. The smile dropped from his face as he reached to touch his now stinging cheek. "Never let that...that THING touch you, Styxx." she turned to him. "Promise me." he nodded, not wanting to anger her further. He backed away, looking after his brother regretfully. He squeezed his eyes shut, the scene changing once he opened them.