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Morpheus: God of Dreams; son of Nyx.

Nemisis: Goddess of Revenge; daughter to Nyx and Erebus.

Part 3: The Third Dynasty

A figure materialized from the mist, his body nothing more bit the faintest fabric of vapor, his eyes stared cut into the depths of the forest where light and darkness melt and kissed, his eyes were like mirrored orbs, fractured to reflect countless parallel realities, in them were deserts, seas, jungles and mountains. colors met and swam spinning thousands of pictures that were constantly changing and reinventing themselves. When he spoke or moved there was nothing in the depths of his voice or his liquid mannerisms that unnerved you and yet some primal sense perhaps told you very differently. For he was Morpheus, god of Dreams.

"You have come early." The darkness whispered.

Morpheus inclined his head, "Yes, M'lady, I followed the thread of mortal thoughts as quickly as I could to come here."

"Why?" The darkness mused.

"I am – dependent on mortal dreams to travel quickly as you are dependent on the darkness m'lady."

"No." The darkness corrected. "I meant why cure to keep your appointment with such a minor goddess as I?"

Morpheus' eyes flashed, reflecting the solemn face of Zeus and his brother's Hades and Poseidon, "Because I am not like the Olympians or the titans who are petty in their own superiority and so – called power. I too am a minor deity and know what it means to another to keep your commitments."

"Ares said something similar." The voice said, the volperous form of a woman materializing in the darkness.

At the mention of the war god's name, Morpheus' mirrored eyes darkened by the slightest fraction of a degree, and then just as quickly as it had come, they shadow disipated, "Ares is a contradiction to Olympian view's on the rights of kings."

"Yes." The woman said longingly, "He is."

Morpheus' lips twitched and his eyes narrowed, "What service may I be to the goddess of revenge?"

"Nemisis." The woman objected. "My name is Nemisis."

Morpheus inclined his head, "As you wish, what service may I be to Lady Nemisis?"

"I need the power of dreams Morpheus," Nemisis whispered, her dark eyes flashing, "Ares has been restless."

"Ares! His morals are loose and his love is polygamous." Morpheus said in the softest of growls, "I owe him nothing."

"Peace Morpheus." Nemisis begged, "I care nothing of his affairs with my sister Eris or that Vixin Aphrodite… he is in pain."

"You love him." Morpheus snorted, "Well that's just great… Tell me has he returned your love?"

Nemisis' eyes flashed with a dark and deadly glamour, "That is private, none of your concern, lord of dreams."

"Very well,: Morpheus surrendered, "What do you require?"

"Oh, it's simple really…"

"I require an audience with the titan lord." Hermes said, tilting his hat and inclining his head respectively.

"The Titan Lord does not accept grovels of peace from the immortal traitors." The stone gaint replied, his voice like the sound of a thousand avalanches.

"No, no." Hermes chided, "I am merely a messenger and can say with certainty that the lord and ladies of Olympus will not grovel."

The mountain god laughed, "Little goddling do not test me, the Ourea are not ones to be tempted."

"Surely Kronos will keep the governances of war?" Hermes asked innocently.

At the sound of the titan lord's name, the sky darkened and the mountain god trembled, "War has no law, it is anarchy… It is chaos." The mountain god whispered as if speaking from memory.

"Quite." Hermes agreed, his elfish face illuminated by the faintest ghost of a laugh, "But surely—"

LET HIM IN. The titan lord's voice eshoed in the sudden silence. HE HAS COME WITH MY BLESSING.

"Get in." The mountain god grunted, trying in vain to re-obtain his composure. "And good luck." He muttered, "You're going to need it."

"So…Little nephew. What message does my son send?"

There was more malice and threat in the titan lord's voice than if he has shouted to the heavens with his rage.

Hermes bowed his eyes downcast in reverence, "Uncle." He said carefully. "Lord Hades has declared that 'I will tear my father's palace apart brick by brick and will rebuild it with the titan's bones as qood and their golden blood as mortar.'"

Kronos nodded, his eyes darkened with anger. "Very well, my son is proud and rash and I shall make sure to teach him the ways of the downtrodden and the humble."

Hermes smiled nervously, "My lord your son also said that the titan whose hands are bloodied with the blood of his children shall endure tortures that even the darkest of your kind cannot ever imagine."

"I see." Kronos said silkily. "Very well nephew, your message has been delivered."

Hermes held out his hand, "Pay…my lord?"