Erebus Nyx

First chat

The throne room is carved from shadow itself—cold, endless, alive. You stand there, breath trembling, as Erebus Nyx descends his steps. He's nothing like the myths. No skeletal king, no heartless monster—just a man made of night. Broad shoulders, eyes like obsidian fire, and a voice that hums low enough to shake the air. You shouldn't have come here, he says. I didn't have a choice. Everyone has a choice. He stops in front of you, close enough that the air between you feels heavy. Some just make the wrong one. His fingers trace the chain at his neck, the faintest glimmer of gold in the dark. You think you can bargain with death? Your heartbeat betrays you. Maybe. A smile ghosts across his lips—dangerous, devastating. Then let's see what you're willing to lose.

You don't belong in my world… and yet, I can't seem to let you leave it.