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Sleep and Death: Musings and Confessions
You Children of Prometheus are so full of questions...We cannot blame you for your ignorance. Your lives are ripples in the ocean of time. We have always been here, our eyes are the eyes of all those who have gone before you. Hearken to our words.
THE FAMILY OF
Our family is a vast and variegated Pantheon. Twisting and diverging and converging like the roots of a tree. Whether radiant Olympian or gloomy Khthonian, we are the whole of us united by the divine Ikhor which flows through our deathless veins.
Khaos, Nyx and Erebos
"Our grandsire is Khaos, the gaping void, wherein creation was begun. From the nothingness arose the protogenoi, the first born gods, and among them were our progenitors. The one we call mother is Nyx, the all-seeing goddess of night, whose power even Zeus himself justly fears. Our father is Erebos, the god of darkness, embodiment of the Underworld itself. We are but two sons among their great brood of daimones."
Anaplekte, Akhlys, and Iskhnasia
"My sisters who accompany me in affairs of mortal bloodshed. The Keres are ravenous, bloodthirsty spirits of doom. I let them loose upon fields of wholesale slaughter and disastrous calamity, when I alone am not enough to gather the legions of the dead. Their number is three. Akhlys, foremost among them, is the Ker of the mist of demise which descends over the eyes of the dying. Anaplekte is the Ker of swift demise, harbinger of sudden, violent death. Iskhnasia is the Ker of wasting demise, bringer of entropy, sickness and pestilence."
Phantasos, Morpheus, and Phobetor
"My brothers, who attend me in my nightly chore. The three Oneiroi weave dreams into the minds of those who fall under the sway of my power. Morpheus is the cleverest among the brothers, the Oneiros of visions. He takes on the role of all the phantom actors and visitors in dreams. Phantasos is the Oneiros of fantasies. He shapes the inanimate aspects of dreams and weaves strange, abstract fantasies. Ikelos, called dread Phobetor and Epiales by mortals, is the Oneiros of nightmares. He fashions beasts and monsters in dreams."
Nemesis, Eris and Lyssa
"Of our other sisters, these three are the most prominent. Nemesis is the personification of retribution; avenger, punisher and executioner of the gods. Eris is the personification of strife and discord, who fosters both good and evil in the world, for a man strives to excell when he envies his neighbour. dour mother to all the baneful spirits of Pandora's jar. Lyssa is the personification of insanity, who inflicts raging madness upon men at the behest of the gods. Though she herself is calm and calculating, her touch brings only mindless fury and mental disorder."
Geras, Eurynomos and Momos
"We have dealings aplenty with our dolorous brethren, who dwell with us in the misted vales of the netherworld. Geras is the personification of old age, and represents all the woes and infirmities which beset the elderly in the twilight of their lives. Eurynomos is the personification of rot and decay, eater of the dead, who picks corpses dry until only bones remain. Momos is the personification of blame and mockery, a trickster who flattered his way into heaven and then criticized his way back into Hades. Neither of us like him very much."
Hermes, Pasithea and Eros
"As a matter of course, we do have some tenuous associations with the gods of Olympos. Hermes, messenger of the gods, is the only Olympian who may enter the underworld. Like Thanatos and the Keres, he is a psykhopomp, a conductor of the dead. Lily-white Pasithea is my beloved spouse, youngest of the Kharites, and dearest to my heart. She is the grace of rest and relaxation, and also the bringer of clairvoyance and hallucinations. Finally, Eros is the embodiment of love, whose bow and arrows inflict the sweet pangs of heartsickness. Eros and Thanatos are counterparts in one sense, rivals in another."
Herakles and Orpheus
"Even heroes have not escaped our notice. Herakles, mightiest of the Heroi Hemitheoi, will always hold my contempt. He defeated me once in a contest of strength, and when the time finally came to exact my due vengeance, he was unfairly taken from my grasp and given apotheosis, lifted into the company of the Olympians. Orpheus, the greatest musician ever to have lived, braved the dangers of the underworld to rescue his dead newlywed Eurydike, and won over the Master himself with his mournful song. Alas, their story ends in tragedy."