Chapter 51

Chapter 51 – Daughters Of Nyx: Eris And Nemesis

The maiden of the spark, the harbinger of calamity, the mischievous goddess of discord and strife.

Nyx’s daughter, Eris, who instills fear in Olympus and Greece, felt as if she were floating on clouds.

Earlier, at their mother’s call, Nyx’s sons and daughters gathered in Tartarus for the first time in a while.

Among them, the mysterious Three Sisters of Fate, the Moirai sisters, caught her eye.

The solemn sister Nemesis, the taciturn brother Thanatos, the ferryman brother Charon, and even Hypnos, who was dozing off at the entrance of the abyss.

All the siblings who were active in Greece and maintained their consciousness had gathered.

Nyx’s children, who instill fear and shock in both humans and gods if they encounter even a single one.

The words of the Night Mother, who rose from the deep, deep Tartarus, were indeed shocking.

She said that after thousands of years, their sibling had been born.

Even Nemesis, who was like a stone, couldn’t close her mouth in astonishment.

The usually taciturn Thanatos had his eyes wide open.

Charon, the boatman, lost his grip on the oar.

And Hypnos was so startled he woke up from his sleep.

Even the Three Sisters of Fate, who were spinning their wheels at that very moment, almost dropped their tools.

It was clear how significant this news was without needing to say more.

Moreover, the additional comment from their mother, that he was now wandering the land of Greece in a human body, left the siblings feeling as if they had been struck on the head.

Why? How? For what reason?

After a brief reunion with her children after hundreds of years, and leaving behind an extraordinary bombshell, the old Night Mother silently disappeared into the abyss once more.

The reason for their shock was not because their mother had created a new sibling after thousands of years.

The problem was that she had fashioned this new child as a human.

Humans were beings granted inherent uncertainty and endless potential by the Primordial Chaos.

They were finite but evolved through generations, and occasionally, the emergence of unprecedented beings among them could lead to rapid advancement for all humanity.

Unlike the gods, who were eternal, immortal, and whose essence remained unchanged unless succeeding divine duties, humans were entities of unpredictable potential even beyond the gods’ foresight.

Olympus’s grand prophecy that a human hero was needed to prevent the war foretold by Gaia also meant that when divine power and human potential combined, there was a chance to overcome the curse of the Protogenoi.

Even the old god-king of the previous Titan age was so afraid of the potential granted to humans by Chaos that he tried to destroy that potential itself, degrading humanity to trample it.

But.

The offspring of the Primordial Night, whom even the mother of fate and the god-king of Olympus feared, was born in a human body?

“By Chaos...”

“Mother, what on earth...?”

“Sister, we...”

““We’re doomed.””

The goddesses of fate collapsed in unison, leaving behind death and the ferryman, who were surely pondering useless thoughts.

Eris laughed quietly to herself, stamping her feet.

‘This will be fun!’

Between human and god.

Though fashioned as a human, its essence clearly belonged to the Primordial Night, undoubtedly heralding the beginning of an immense upheaval.

True to her nature as the goddess of discord and strife, Eris was about to make her move, sensing the scent of an enormous conflict.

-Crack!

“What?!”

A black scale sword struck down on her hem just as she was about to spread her wings.

Following this, she looked up to see a pair of stark white eyes glaring at her.

“S-sister? What’s wrong?”

“Eris, you were clearly thinking something strange again, weren’t you?”

The Goddess of Judgment and Causality, the stern protector of justice.

Nemesis.

Eris called her a rigid, unyielding woman, and her elder sister was glaring at her with stern eyes.

The six fiercely fluttering black wings, as black as the long hair that contrasted perfectly with her snow-white skin.

And the sharp, gleaming white eyes that seemed to pierce through all the world’s lies were so devoid of pupils that even her younger sibling, Eris, was sometimes startled.

“What? What did I do?!”

“Just try to deceive Mother instead. Don’t even think about telling me such nonsense.”

“...Tsk!”

As her sister Nemesis said, Eris was planning to leave the Underworld immediately to find the youngest sibling she had never seen before.

How much had she been tormented just because she was the youngest of the siblings?

Now she had a wonderful younger sibling to whom she could fully pass on the hardships she had endured. Would she just stand by and watch?

However, the Goddess of Judgment, who had been in charge of her since childhood, had already seen through her entirely.

“Sigh... Here. Eris, take this.“

“What is this... huh?”

What Nemesis handed over was a pitch-black wooden plaque.

Occasionally, those who committed unforgivable sins received Nemesis’s plaque, and the pitch-black plaque was only given to those who had committed the gravest of sins.

“Oh... Orion? Ah! The bastard child Amphitrite tried to kill and save when he was born?”

“Yes, a foolish sinner who committed a grave sin.”

Now Eris was the one being overpowered.

-Bang! Bang!

“Keep... dodging?”

How was he displaying such divine skills? Holding the unconscious nymph in his arms, her younger brother swung the black sword and black flames menacingly.

“Eek! Dodge, dodge! Otherwise, I’ll die!”

“That’s why you shouldn’t do things that will get you killed. It’s tiring for both of us!”

At first glance, it seemed like an ordinary sibling quarrel, but the way the youngest wielded the black sword was beyond comprehension. It completely sealed off her attempts to take flight or hide.

Like a songbird being driven into a cage, the youngest’s sword thoroughly pressured and constrained her.

Eris was confused as to what kind of martial arts or magic could bind the daughter of Nyx.

Though the opponent was born in a human body, he was undeniably the son of Nyx.

Moreover, he was a rare singularity endowed with the latent chaos of humanity and the power of Nyx.

In a way, it was not entirely incomprehensible.

“But still! How could you use this on me?!”

Tears welled up, and Eris whined as she would to any other sibling.

But in the youngest’s eyes, there wasn’t a trace of pity.

“Nine Demon Sword – First Fire Mirror.”

Black Flame Ten Thousand Forms.

“Black Flame... what?”

While uttering something that sounded like a magic spell, the youngest, who hadn’t even introduced himself yet, swung the sword engulfed in black flames.

The pitch-black flames melted everything in their path as they lunged toward her.

-Fwaaaaaah!!

“Aaaargh!”

And when the seemingly endless surge of flames finally ceased.

At the end of the black flames, Eris staggered and stood up.

“Oh...?”

“You... you...!”

Watching the youngest, who seemed amazed that she had stood up, the Goddess of Discord glared and dispelled her shield.

“You, to your sister... h-how could you...?”

“For someone who says that, you’re the one who crossed the line first.”

“Th-that was just a joke!”

“You drained her energy with some unknown trick and brazenly flapped your wings to provoke Neri. Isn’t it natural for you to get beaten?”

Even while swinging his sword in her direction, the youngest still didn’t let go of that white nymph, causing Eris to tremble with anger.

I am the older sister.

I am the elder.

I am no longer the youngest, and I am a senior goddess who must teach this youngest before me like Sister Nemesis...

“With the Black Flame gone, is it now the turn for the Fearsome Fire?”

The youngest slowly placed the nymph behind him and took a stance with the black sword in both hands.

The sword, which had been blazing like a torch, suddenly calmed.

No, it hadn’t calmed.

It was merely compressed on the surface of the sword, making it not visible on the outside.

“The Black Flames were blocked, but what about the Hellfire?”

For the first time, a smile appeared on the cold, sculpture-like face of the youngest.

A very cold and very cruel one.

It was an incredibly cruel smile that perfectly suited her taste.

“Nine Demon Sword – Fearsome Flames...”

The black sword rose high and slowly descended toward Eris from a distance.

A smile that pierced the heart and a sword that was so beautiful.

In that moment, Eris forgot to evade, mesmerized.

-Clang!

“That’s as far as you go, sibling.”

A judgment sword engraved with a white scale and karmic cycles stopped the black sword.