The God of Underworld

Chapter 74 - 28: Limits and Search

Chapter 74: Chapter 28: Limits and

Nyx slowly turned her head, eyes glowing faintly. "...I know. Now scram, don’t meddle with my affairs.

"Affairs?" he said with mock surprise. "Forgive me. I only thought it amusing how frustrated he was. Poor Hades... so bound by divine limits. Still thirsting for growth, poor thing."

"I said, scram." she said again, her tone sharpened.

Erebus’s smirk widened, but his eyes remained heavy with timeless knowledge. "As you command, Mother."

The word echoed.

It bounced between shattered dimensions and ancient memories. It slammed into Nyx’s core.

In an instant, she spun toward him, hand outstretched, summoning a spear of darklight — a weapon woven from darkest night and cosmic silence.

She hurled it with such force that the star behind them imploded faster, tearing into itself with a howling scream.

But Erebus was already gone.

His laughter, low and echoing, faded into the distant corners of space.

Nyx floated in silence, the darkness around her trembling slightly from her sudden burst of fury.

She stared at the empty space where Erebus had stood, teeth clenched.

She hated that name. Not because it was inaccurate — but because it was true.

She had birthed most of the Underworld’s pantheon from her own essence.

From despair, from silence, from the stillborn seeds of the cosmos. Thanatos, Hypnos, Moros, the Keres, Eris, Oizys... and yes, even Erebus.

But calling her ’Mother’ felt like chains. She preferred ’sister.’ It allowed her to be part of creation without being responsible for it. Without being bound.

She floated there, alone, her mind drifting.

She knew Hades was searching for her, hoping she might show him how to ascend further — to transcend godhood itself.

But she had nothing to give. She too was stuck. She too had reached a ceiling. For all her power, for all her mastery of Night, even she had stopped growing.

That was the curse of their reality.

The laws that governed their universe were finite. And while gods could rise, fall, be reborn and reign again — they could not shatter the boundaries written by Chaos itself.

They were trapped beneath the glass dome of structured divinity.

Unless... they returned to Chaos.

Nyx glanced downward, to the deep shadow spiraling in her palm — a tether she had forged to anchor herself during her last descent into the outer reaches of Chaos.

She hadn’t used it in eons.

It pulsed. Beckoning her.

But she was no fool.

Even she feared the grotesque colossi of Chaos — beings that laughed at the gods, that whispered in alien tongues which rewrote physics.

Creatures so vast, so old, so wrong, that they erased reason by proximity.

She had seen one devour a multiverse in a blink.

Another had stared at her once... and she felt time unravel.

Would Hades survive a second descent into Chaos? Would he even remain himself?

Her expression softened, just briefly.

She turned away from the dying star, drifting into the next realm.

Perhaps she would return to her home.

Perhaps she would wait for Hades to come again.

Or perhaps she would descend herself once more... to search Chaos directly.