Nyx had famously never cared for a human in her entire existence.
Though this wasn't really all that surprising, since most gods around her age didn't care about humans either.
But Nyx had the rare disposition of being even less fond of them than others.
This was in part because of Keres.
Since her daughter was the spirit of violent death, she saw the worst of the mortal world and often confided in her mother about her exploits.
As if that weren't enough, most of her other children who embodied negative emotions were in possession of similar stories.
The more that Nyx heard, the more disillusioned she became, and she saw humanity as little more than savages subsisting on treachery and brutality.
As Nadine had told Malachi, there was a day where the gods convened a meeting for the relocation of the various species of monsters dwelling on earth.
That day, Nyx had no real interest in the proceedings and barely recalled the actual vote count.
To alleviate her boredom, she made an off-handed comment to Erebus that they should have been voting whether or not to dispel the humans instead, since even the most ravenous monster was better behaved than an ordinary human.
While he laughed and overlooked her seemingly lighthearted jest, Nyx continued to think about it, over and over again.
Eternity is a very, very, long time.
As such, it isn't uncommon for gods to grow bored with their run of the mill routines and direct their attention to more 'exciting' avenues.
Nyx of course was one such goddess, and her boredom had long reached a level that very few experiences could ever hope to induce.
So of course, now that she had actually thought of something that could alleviate her boredom, she was going to jump at the chance.
She talked to Keres and only Keres about the plan she had in mind, and of course her daughter tried to talk her out of it.
Primordial gods have lots of freedoms and can do just about whatever they set their minds to, but even they have limits.
For instance, interfering in a decision made by the collective body of gods in any capacity, is highly forbidden.
Punishment need not be mentioned now, but it is severe enough that even Nyx does not act too rashly.
But this, she considered to be harmless.
As such, it took Nyx relatively little time to convince Keres to participate in this wager of hers.
'Live well.'
The first few years of Nyx and Keres' observations went by somewhat slowly.
Gods can sometimes be impatient after all, and not every development of theirs is monumentally exciting after all.
So in the same way that you might put down a show when it stops being exciting and come back to it a few days later, Nyx did the same.
Only she waited years on accident.
When she finally remembered her little pet project, the woman she'd left behind had grown up well into old age, and was seen as a divine healer in her tribe.
Nyx felt a bit like she had missed out.
How had this one little monster wearing the skin of a human acquired all of these connections, become so renowned, and most importantly, how had she done it all without showcasing any of that vicious nature?
Unfortunately, it was impossible for her to go back and watch things at the beginning again.
But there were ways around it.
When the woman finally died, Nyx had Thanatos bring her the soul.
Once she had it, Nyx communicated with the woman so that she could hear her entire life story from A-Z.
And somehow, the strangest thing happened.
Nyx found herself intrigued.
The highs, the lows, the elevations and the pitfalls are all so compelling to hear.
The life that her creation lived wasn't pretty, but her responses in and of themselves were miraculous.
At every turn, she met the brutality inflicted by the world and the people around her with grace.
When Nyx asked her why, she could give no answer.
The goddess developed her own theories pertaining to this, but she never voiced them out loud as she felt no need.
When she heard the full weight of her creation's life story, she was met with a bow and a surprisingly bold request.
'Please, continue to watch over the children I left behind.'