Page 170 of Hekate: The Witch (Goddesses of the Underworld #1)

At Nyx’s Throne

Nyx was my great-aunt.

My grandmother Gaia

was her sister; they both

came from the womb of Chaos,

the creator of the universe.

They were the oldest of our family.

All Gods were somehow

aunts, uncles, cousins

brothers and sisters

to each other.

But what was different

about Nyx was that she

inspired a kind of fear

from other Gods simply

through the mention of her name.

It is said that even Zeus

knew better than to enter

her domain without permission

and here I was,

not even a Goddess,

standing at the base of

her throne. She did not move,

her onyx eyes set upon me

with a primeval anger.

Then she spoke coldly,

‘YOU MUST RETURN

TO YOUR GUARDIANS

IMMEDIATELY.’

I do not know

what came over me,

but I looked into her eyes,

my chin raised stubbornly,

my feet planted firmly,

and spoke loud and clearly.

‘NO.’