Naughty | Nyx [exclusive]

In the deep velvet hush of the mortal world, everyone believed Nyx was the gentle goddess of the night—the quiet mother of Sleep and Death, the one who pulled her dark cloak across the sky so mortals could rest.

"You swapped Ares’s spear for a rubber chicken during the Trojan War," Chaos said, arms crossed. "You made the Milky Way spell out 'I LIKE PIE' for a century. And now this?" naughty nyx

Nyx tried to look innocent. "It's called creative astronomy , Mother." In the deep velvet hush of the mortal

And somewhere in the fading night, Nyx whispered, " You're welcome. " And now this

Nyx was still laughing when her mother, Chaos, appeared behind her. Chaos wasn't angry—just tired.

For three thousand years, she had done the same perfect routine: drive her silver chariot across the heavens, unfold the stars one by one, and watch mortals yawn and go to bed. It was elegant. It was dignified. It was excruciating .

Nyx giggled—a sound like wind chimes falling down stairs.