"Chaos" of the "Night"! (Nyx and Hathor)

[Hathor]

The cold stone against her fingertips gave her a sense of comfort. The kind that left a bitter aftertaste. The kind that made her grateful to be alone for just this second because of the pitiful sob that strangled out of her. 

“We… we have to go, my lady.”

Hathor held her breath. Cast herself In the darkness of the Tomb. Hid her current disposition as she stared at the hieroglyphs. Which made the feeling much worse. She must've given some acknowledgment that she heard him. Because he left to give her a minute. Her palms met the once bright paint depicting her family. Husband. Siblings. Father. Children. All lost to her when the Greeks started their nefarious war. Now beaten from the centuries and dulled by the conditions. Her forehead met the stone next. While a silent promise whispered from her lips. Only to be heard by the rising sun. 

Her men filed into the tomb as she returned to her usual demeanor. Rolling her shoulders back after a heavy exhale. And turning to face the Medjay she called her men. “With the sun coming we can't leave from the front.” She gave a curt nod to the report. “Then we leave how we arrived.” They all moved swiftly. Following closely after their goddesses. Not wanting to get trapped behind and become an anachronism within the ancient pyramid. They were born into this. Direct descendants of the Medjay who were decommissioned as the Ptolemaic Empire brought in their own guards and men. No longer interested in defending the people as the Medjay had. Making it perfect for Hathor to swoop in and take them. Using them to help her hunt down the Templars who once made her their puppet. And continue to defend Egypt's people as best they could. There were certain moments in history she knew would happen. And she had to let it despite her violent loathing for it all. The sun was just beginning to kiss the golden desert sand when they began to hide the secret entrance only Hathor knew about. Blending back into its surroundings to never be found again.

“Did you find what we came for?”

“No.”

“Let's pray then that the others have better news.”

Hathor couldn't remember the day. The sun was leaving. And all she'd done was sit here in her office. Fighting the memories of her family she'd long forgotten and avoided. The unexpected hieroglyphs messed her up far more than she anticipated they would. Her attention snapped back to the present with a sharp inhale as one of her men rushed in.”The others are b-” Her pupils dilate as she focuses on the man. His words falter when he takes in how his goddess is just sitting at her desk with the lights off. He tilts his head and looks around with curious caution. “The men are back...” She tosses her head back and stares up at the ceiling. Puffs out an audible huff. Prepared to hear they'd come up with nothing like every other day. 

The Templars were getting harder to find as the present rolled on.

“They found the Snake.”

Her head snaps back to its natural position. And once again her eyes dilate to focus on him. 

Hathor's eyes study the file now on her desk. Flipping through each page with a pristine amount of attention to every detail listed. Her knees bounce the more she takes it in.  

“Fuck”

The Medjay in the room give her questioning looks. But ultimately wait for her to speak. Giving her time to explain as she always does. Hathor spins the file and pushes it towards them. “What do you see?” They step forward and study how she laid out the pages to highlight certain things.”She's moonlighting as a bartender in a club.” She leans forward at that response. Edging them on to continue but they all just blink at her with blank stares. She rubs the bridge of her nose with her thumb and forefinger. As a dry sarcastic “ha.” comes from her. “What do the people call me?”

“The party goddess.”

“And who does this club belong to?”

“Nyx the goddess of the nig-”

“...” “...and therein lies the problem.”

Hathor rarely grew nervous. But the more the trebling music rattled her entire body. The more trepidatious she became. The bar was past the dance floor. And the crowd parted for her in a way they shouldn't have. This wasn't her club. Wasn't her party. And the people here weren't here to worship her. If they were even aware that that's what their dancing was doing. She should've just been able to slip through the crowd like any other commoner. But she couldn't control how people responded to her in this environment. Where their lust to be lost in the night fed a part of her affinity. And like waves ecstasy rolled off of her in a way she couldn’t control. She kept her nose to the ground. Keeping to her path to get to the bar as quickly as possible.

Until, like the Red Sea the crowd parted and left The two Goddesses face to face.

With a quick humbling respect, Hathor bowed her head. Coinciding as she returned her gaze to the ground. Showing she wasn't here to start trouble. Yet. Which sent Sekhmet trapped within her reeling. She needed to locate the woman they called the Snake. And see if Nyx would protect her. But, she wasn't behind the bar when she at last got there. She hoped she didn't call out. Or that her information was wrong and tonight was her night off. Regardless she was kind to the bartender tending to her. Asking for a simple beer as a shadow soon loomed over her. She took one sip with a heavy knowing huff. Eternals never liked when another Eternal imposed upon their territory. Hathor imagined Nyx was the same. She spun and gave the guard who came to collect her an innocent smile with a wicked backbone. But she put her hands up to show she meant no harm. She even paid for her drink and tipped the bartender.

Her hands opened the silver inlaid black door. And for a goddess of Sunlight, it took a second for her eyes to adjust to the dim light in this space. A stark difference from the flashing lights of the club. Her eyes focused on Nyx as the door slammed behind her. And the force of that slam jostled through her dark hair. Hathor didn't coincide this time as her chestnut hues held Nyx's vibrant blues.

“The Moonlight Kiss Holds up to its reputation. Bravo.”

Her heavy Egyptian accent shows she is still a stranger to English. Her tongue struggles to wrap around each word. But, her words are genuine and she faintly bows as a sign of respect. Her eyes never leaves the night sky's. Nervousness shows its face in her awkward body language and preverbal silence. The calculation of what to say and how to say it is present in the words she's not saying. “You've someone in your employment who is of interest to me. They have something I need back.” 

“Meda Gordo.” Hathor tilts her head to watch how Nyx might respond. Watching and hoping she doesn't become defensive. And then she sensed it. 

Chaos! 

Chaos!

Chaos!

It washed over her like an Egyptian Silk curtain flowing in a Summer Breeze. It would've been a pleasurable feeling if they were in a different setting. Instead, it grabbed her by the throat. Creating a tunnel around her. And for a moment isolated her from everyone in the club. Singling her out as the sole recipient of the rhythmic sound she both longed and dreaded to hear.

The sistrum of Hathor. Or tambourin in modern terms. A sacred instrument once used by the high priestess in Ancient Egypt. Then later pillaged by the Templars and used to awaken our dear Hathor from the dead. Long held hostage by the Gordo family much to the goddess's dismay. With a heavy foreboding, Hathor's gaze rips away from Nyx’s and peers out the window to scan what can be seen of the club. And without much or any searching her eyes find the woman in question. Taunting her with her own instrument. And freezing Hathor in her spot while Sekhmet fought to be let out. Keeping herself together in a way Jekyll and Hyde could never. Putting the mimic story to shame.

Everything went out.

The music stopped.

The club fell into a blanket of pitch black.

The Moonlight Kiss was swept up in fright and panic.

And soon the blood curdling screams were cut short.

Silence.

Death hung in the air. But it didn't feel quite right. She couldn't really relish in the feeling if she even wanted to. Hathor after giving Nyx a quick glance filled with concern and confusion ran to the door. Flinging it open and jerking back at the sight. Bumping into the night goddess not realizing she was right behind her.

Stone. The guard at the door had been turned to stone.

Carefully, Hathor slipped past the perfect statue of the man. Knowing if she broke it his life would be lost. In utter shock and petrification, she took in the frozen club in heart wrenching disbelief. The dust from the chaos settles at their feet as the scenic story of the stone unfolds in the dark.

“Fuck!” 

She pants and covers her mouth.

“The Snake...."

"Meda Gordo is motherfucking Medusa!"

[Nyx]

It had been several months since her beloved had graced her with his presence, opening her eyes to world that she had forgotten existed. There was one important sensation she took away from that night and that was the overwhelming feeling of knowing when another divine spirit walked through the doors of her club... Her Temple. It felt as if someone was stepping on her toes, occupying a space that wasn't theirs. Unlike with Erebus, she welcomed his presence and even encouraged the calmness that came with the dark. But tonight... this was something entirely different. Chaotic even.... But yet still familiar. As if she was being greeted by a long lost relative. "Interesting..." Nyx spoke while making her nightly round to the bar. She hadn't had the luxury of sharing her sacred space with another god, since she regained more of her memories of her true self. She still couldn't remember everything. There were still too many gaps in her mind for her liking but she knew her true name and her purpose at least. That was enough to make her real confidence return. It oozed through her pores now. And watching her guests dance underneath the painted ceiling of the night sky gave her a rush that it hadn't before. It made her toes tingle feeling her guest worship her within the walls of her club. The feeling was almost better than sex- Almost.

"Who wants to go on break?" She asked once she was behind the bar, making sure her voice could be heard over the loud booming of the music. She watched as the three of her tenders were all focused on making drink after drink, as fast as they could, trying to get to everyone that crowded the bars edge. "Roman?" She asked the handsome blonde blue eyed man that had just cracked a metal shaker open over two rocks glasses. She watched as he shook his head. "I'm good boss!" He yelled. "Phoenix should though!" He said in a playful tone, a coy smile on his lips. There was obviously a joke there that she was missing. "Phoenix? Sounds like you've been nominated." Nyx told them before she pulled a beer from the cooler and twisted off it handing it to the man that had just asked her for one. Nyx looked over at fiery red head while they lined up shots on the bar top"Respectfully Nisha- fuck no. Roman just wants my bachelorette party." They said- also playful. A laugh sneaked past her lips as she was finally brought in on the joke. That only left one. "Meda? What's your excuse?" She asked the dark skinned woman who had thick dreads that fell past her shoulders and to the middle of her back. A smile came to Nyx when she saw the woman laugh at her while she pushed her tinted glasses up on the bridge of her nose. "You two always make me go first!" She said, laughter still lingering on her lips. "Meda goes first then when she returns she'll cover for Phoenix-" "Hell yeah!" Roman cut her off. "While I'm still here to make sure Roman doesn't ruin a marriage before it even begins. Then Roman will go." Nyx told them all their plan for the next hour. She listened intently when Meda told her about the tabs she had opened and pointed out faces to the names on the screen. Nyx widened her smile then made her way to

"Ms. Stellato, a moment." Her head turned towards the direction of the deep voice she heard call her name. Her eyes studied the man that stood at the edge of the bar and then motioned her head for him to come to her. She hadn't been at the bar no longer than 10 minutes. "Problem?" She questioned after picking up on the tone and energy her most trusted guard was giving off. "Not a problem, but an observation..." He continued. That peaked her interest. What kind of observation could he have made? It had to be serious enough for him to bring it up to her while she was working the bar. But before he could fully answer she felt a wave of jealousy smack her in her chest. Her lips pressed into a line as she immediately searched the dance floor. Someone was being worshiped in Her Temple. "The crowd parts for her, like they do for you." Her guard said. Nyx watched as the crowd did just that... parted for her just like the sea. Just like they did every night for her. Her eyes locked onto the ones owned by the woman. Her skin crawled as she felt power radiating off of the woman. There was no denying that she was on the same level as Nyx . Without having to move from her spot, the crowd cleared a path for Nyx and the woman. "I see that...." She said to him. Blue eyes watched as the woman searched the bar for someone but fell short. Nyx could tell by the disappointment in the woman's eyes that Nyx wasn't who she was looking for. Returning the respectful nod, "Bring her to me." Nyx said simply before the guard vanished from her side. She popped open her last beer then wiped her hands on the towel behind the bar and made her way to the quiet private space of her office.

Who was this mystery woman? Nyx still couldn't remember any of the gods besides herself and her beloved. But she knew just from vibrations on the dance floor that she was someone to be careful around. Sitting on the edge of her desk she watched cautiously as the dark hair woman entered her office. Her eyes darted down to her feet making their way to her face slowly, as if she was checking out her prey before she killed it. A fellow goddess without a doubt it seemed. An emotionless smile made its way to her lips at the flattery she was just given. "Thank you... I do try to maintain it." She said, speaking on her reputation. Her hands held onto the edge of the wooden desk. Her black painted nails digging into the wood. "Oh?" She questioned. Her body language was already giving away that she was defensive on the subject. She thought of all her staff as family. Naturally she was protective when it came to her family-especially the one she made out from strangers. Her dark brows raised into a shock expression when the woman spoke the name of her favorite bartender. Nyx opened her mouth to speak but shut it as her body shivered feeling the cool wave of chaos kiss her covered skin. It was a feeling that she wasn't quite sure why she knew it so well. She would have to  add it to the list of things she hoped would resurface from her blocked memories. All the hairs on his skin rose as her shoulders shuddered once more. "What is- What is that?" She asked, looking at the woman who was also having a body reaction to the energy. Screams filled her ears and Nyx shook her head.

She tried to keep herself from recalling that memory- her own screams filling the dark. Nyx pushed herself from the desk following Hathor to the door in a haste. A gasp came from her lips once she saw the statue in front of her door. He looked as if he belonged in a museum, not watching over her door. It took a few seconds before she realized by the features that it was actually the door guard who was now stone. Nyx stumbled out moments after Hathor. Her hand flew to her chest as she took in the deafening silence of her club. The liveliness being replaced with stone. Tears brimmed her water lines as fury made its way in her chest. Her Home, Her Temple… had been defiled- rage... Rage... RAGE filled her! Dark mist came out from beneath her feet spreading through the club floor swirling around each statue. The mist grew higher darkening the lights as the air filled with the violent menacing aura that came with the dark. Her hands clenched into fists. Immediately years of friendship had been flushed down the drain, forgotten with no hope in restoring it. "Why would she do this?" She questioned as she fell to her knees, bowing in front of her worshippers.