Chaos’s Daughter: Sweet But Psycho

Hespera’s twenty-four wings fluttered in a way that could only be described as nervous.

Kuroka’s jaw dropped.

The Hesperides exchanged slow, stunned glances, Khrysothemis whispering:

“…Did Mother just—?”

Nyx stepped forward, her presence folding space with every fluid motion, like darkness parting velvet curtains.

"You're not so bad yourself," the Mother of Night murmured, her voice laced with ancient silk and impossible gravity, like every secret ever whispered in the dark.

The Primordials watching through the layers of reality froze, Death raising a brow, Rebirth actually spitting out his drink, and Chaos putting a hand over their mouth in mock scandal.

“…Oh no,” Death whispered softly, grinning like a cat.

“…She’s doomed,” Rebirth muttered flatly.

Back in Olympus, Nyx tilted her head ever so slightly, her lips curving into a knowing smile that should not have made Hespera's breath hitch again—

but it did.

Nyx’s voice dropped to a dangerous purr, “Miss me, starlight?”

The entire room leaned in without realizing it.

Hespera, ever the queen of masking emotions with attitude, recovered quickly, shaking off the weight of her own stumble like flicking dust from her shoulder.

Her smirk returned—though maybe a touch more nervous than usual.

She crossed her arms loosely, wings flexing, giving Nyx that same crooked grin that had ruined nations and shattered pantheons.

"I mean, who wouldn't miss a nightmare dressed like a daydream?"

Nyx’s chuckle rumbled through the marble, curling around the gathered gods like velvet shadows.

“Mmm… flattery will get you everywhere.” Her gaze sharpened, mischief dancing in those endless void eyes.

“Though… I hear you left one of my sons a little traumatized.”

The temperature in the room shifted.

Hespera blinked, tilting her head, genuinely confused.

"Your son? What—"

And then it hit her.

She blinked again—slower this time.

"...oh... Him."

The memory surfaced like a dagger through velvet.

~☆~

Centuries Ago – The Dimensional Gap

The chaos of that place was like a screaming womb, endlessly birthing and devouring space itself.

And in the center of it—

A tiny, broken thing drifted.

A weakened cherub. Hespera.

Silver hair tangled around her like a torn veil, her small body trembling, wings cracked and flickering, her divine form collapsing again and again under the sheer pressure of Infinity.

She kept dying. Over and over. Reforming. Shattering. Dying. Each cycle left her a little less whole, a little more fractured.

Until—

A new presence.

A flicker of black feathers. A sickle of obsidian mist. Eyes like dying stars.

Thanatos. The God of Death. Nyx’s most faithful son.

He had come, perhaps to guide her passing—or simply to witness it.

But when he reached for her tiny, broken form—when he leaned in to deliver the final mercy—

Hespera had grabbed his face with tiny hands, dragging him nose-to-nose, her eyes wild with childish madness.

And with a shattered, breathless giggle, she’d whispered:

"Hiya~"

Thanatos had screamed. An unholy, panicked screech that echoed through the Gap as he flapped backward so hard he nearly tore a hole in the fabric of space.

“…You can see me?”

She had just smiled wider. "Of course I can. I've died so many times. Hey, play with me. I'm so bored in here. Just don't break so quickly, kay?"

Then she grabbed for his aura.

Thantatos just paled in response.

~☆~

Back in the present, Hespera’s grin widened, running a hand through her silver-violet-magenta-turquise hair.

“…Thanatos,” she drawled, looking entirely too pleased with herself. "He was fun."

Nyx let out another rich laugh, covering her mouth like a noblewoman at a scandalous dinner.

"He still refuses to speak your name. You broke the poor boy’s existential composure."

Hespera bit her lip in mock guilt. “Oops?”

Nyx lowered her hand, her lips curling upward into something that straddled the line between predator and lover. She took a single step closer, shadows trailing behind her like living silk, dark and endless.

Hespera held her ground, grinning like the dangerously charmed idiot she absolutely was.

Nyx leaned in slightly, her voice dropping to a whisper only Hespera could hear:

“I do wonder… how long it will take before you break me too, Starlight. Or perhaps I can break you?”

Hespera’s pulse spiked. Her breath caught again, lips parting to deliver a retort—

“Ahem.”

The air shifted as Kuroka suddenly wedged herself between them, both hands on her hips, her twin tails lashing with barely restrained jealousy.

“Mou~ you’re standing awfully close to my mate, Lady Nyx,” she purred with a faux-sweetness that dripped with unspoken challenge.

Nyx didn’t step back.

If anything, she leaned slightly to the side, tilting her head with lazy amusement.

“So territorial… adorable,” Nyx mused, flashing a fanged smile that only made Kuroka’s fur puff up more.

Before the tension could snap—

Khrysothemis flopped over Kuroka’s shoulder with a dramatic sigh, "Ugh, Mother, really? Please don’t start flirting with the Primordial of Night while we’re still technically on Olympus."

Erytheia sauntered in on the other side, grinning wickedly, "What? I think it’s hot."

Aigle, trying very hard to be the responsible one, pinched the bridge of her nose. "Can we not make enemies of another Primordial today, please?"

Kuroka, standing between her mate and literal Night Incarnate, growled under her breath, "I am not jealous—"

“You so are,” all three Hesperides sang in perfect harmony.

Nyx laughed, a sound like stars collapsing softly in on themselves. A sound that shouldn't be that beautiful—But was.

She turned her gaze back to Hespera. "Shall I tell you why I came, Starlight?"

Nyx took another step forward, ignoring Kuroka’s bristling entirely, her long fingers tracing the air as though weaving together the strands of an ancient, nearly forgotten tale.

Her voice dropped, deep and resonant—not whispered, not shouted, but woven into the very fabric of the air around them.

"Do you know how we came to be, Starlight?" she began, her midnight hair drifting around her as though gravity had long since given up trying to hold her down.

The Hesperides quieted.

Even Kuroka’s tail slowed its twitching.

Nyx smiled faintly at their sudden attention.

"Long before the mortals named us gods… long before your twin dared call himself Morningstar… before humanity even breathed its first word… there were The Powers."

The air darkened faintly at the mention, not ominous—too vast for that.

"Entities who crafted all that is and all that isn’t. The ones who created the True Primordials—the siblings from whom all existence branched."

Nyx circled the group now, as though drawing them deeper into the myth.

"But even among those siblings, there was one who… strayed."

She smiled darkly.

"Chaos."

She stopped directly in front of Hespera, tilting her head slightly, her cosmic hair brushing her bare shoulders.

"Your… Essence Father."

The words hung heavy.

Nyx continued, hands gesturing softly like a bard performing for the gods themselves.

"Chaos wandered. And eventually… found this small, insignificant universe. This little world, so fragile, so… tempting."

Her eyes burned with old, knowing amusement.

"Chaos hijacked the first pantheon forming here. Remade us in their image. We—me, Erebus, Gaia, Uranus—we were the first. We were told we were lesser echoes of their siblings, imitations of True Primordials."

She shrugged with casual, ancient grace.

"We didn’t care. We created anyway. Titans. Monsters. Gods. And when we grew boring to Chaos…"

Her lips curled into something between bitterness and laughter.

"…They left. Said they’d check in every now and then."

She let that hang for a breath before chuckling softly.

"Of course, they never did."

Her gaze sharpened.

"Until you."

The air tightened around Hespera.

"We felt it—I felt it—a few weeks ago. The Chaos signature reappeared. Brief, distant… but undeniable."

Nyx drifted toward the balcony overlooking the ruined Olympus skyline, her back to them as she continued.

"Curious, we searched. Chronos was the one who found the threads. Chaos had reappeared… to collect the remains of an unknown affinity type Dragon."

She turned back, her eyes glowing now with sharp interest.

"And those remains had been used by Azazel… in his experiments."

Nyx’s voice dropped again, laced with dark humor and knowing heat.

"On you."

The room felt like it was spinning in slow, inevitable gravity toward one point.

Nyx tilted her head, her next words almost purred.

"Imagine our surprise… when we discovered that Chaos had a Blessed."

She approached Hespera fully now, stopping dangerously close once again.

"And now… here you stand. Defying Olympus. Reshaping Fate. Wielding what should not exist."

Her voice dipped lower, like velvet draped over a blade.

"And I?"

She smiled wider, leaning just a little closer.

"I’ve grown… bored."

Nyx’s midnight eyes flicked over Hespera’s face, glowing softly with something both wicked and electric.

"So tell me, Starlight…"

She lowered her voice to a breathless whisper only Hespera could hear.

"Do you mind if I… accompany you? See what havoc you stir next? Break away from this stagnant pantheon… and follow you instead?"

The Hesperides stared, mouths slightly open.

Kuroka’s eyes narrowed dangerously.

The air tightened, waiting for Hespera’s reply.

Hespera let the silence hang for a moment longer than was polite, her expression unreadable.

Then—

A grin slowly tugged at the corner of her lips.

She leaned in just enough for their noses to almost touch, her voice dropping to a velvet purr that vibrated with mischief.

"Hmmm… tempting offer, Lady Night…" she mused, letting the words roll lazily off her tongue, "but…"

She raised one hand between them, holding up a single finger like a schoolteacher about to assign extra credit.

"…you’ll have to earn it."

Nyx raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued.

"Oh?"

The Hesperides exchanged looks again—Khrysothemis whispering, "Oh no, she's doing the thing."

"Here’s the deal," Hespera continued, turning her finger into a counting gesture.

"First—"

She circled Nyx once, slowly, like a predator sizing up another apex predator. "You have to take me somewhere you've never taken anyone else. Somewhere secret. Somewhere even Erebus doesn’t know you go."

Nyx’s lips curled at the corners, impressed already.

"Second—"

Hespera leaned close to Nyx’s ear, her breath brushing the skin. "You have to swear to stop hiding behind that mysterious dark queen act and actually show me the real you."

Nyx chuckled low, her midnight aura shimmering.

"And third—"

Hespera leaned back with a wicked grin, her wings flaring softly behind her. "You’ll have to answer… one question."

Nyx tilted her head like a cat intrigued by its prey. "What question?"

Hespera tapped her lips with exaggerated thoughtfulness. "Oh, I won’t ask it now."

She winked. "I’ll ask it when you least expect it. And when I do… you’ll have to answer honestly."

Nyx's grin widened until it was nothing short of predatory delight. "You have yourself a deal… Starlight."

She extended her hand like it was a binding oath.

The air crackled with quiet energy as the two goddesses stood face to face, all of Olympus holding its breath.

Without hesitation—without asking permission—Hespera reached out, took Nyx’s hand, and instead of shaking it…

She pulled her in.

A breathless murmur rose from the gathered onlookers—Kuroka froze mid-hiss, Aigle actually dropped her teacup, and Khrysothemis bit her knuckle in gleeful disbelief.

And then—

Hespera pressed her lips softly, deliberately, to Nyx’s.

The contact was feather-light at first—like the moment before the first star ignites in a newborn galaxy. But when Nyx tilted her head and leaned into it, Hespera deepened the kiss, claiming it as hers—a seal not of diplomacy or showmanship…

…but of chaos and inevitability.

A hum of raw primordial energy rippled through the air, like the universe itself signed off on the union.

When they finally pulled apart, Nyx’s lips curved into something far more dangerous than before—

A real smile.

"It’s a deal, Starlight."

Kuroka’s stunned growl broke the silence.

"MOU~!" she hissed, puffing up again, tail snapping like a whip. "I hate how hot that was!"

Khrysothemis gave Aigle a high-five.

Erytheia flopped dramatically across a nearby chaise, fanning herself like a dying maiden.

"I need wine," she declared.