Nyx stared back at the God of the dead; her eyes shone with the tears that would flow for a million years. Did she really have to let Gabriel go? Was this what the fates had in store for her? When she finally found happiness, found him, it was being taken away from her, stripping her bare. But if she stayed with Gabriel, his death was imminent, and THAT would torture her more than the lands of Tartarus.
The goddess may have spoken to her father about living a short, almost mortal life if it meant she could spend it with Gabriel, but she never thought of how he would feel if she did die. Now it was Gabriel's life that could be cut short by the string of fate if she continued to step in this direction. Nyx looked down at the ring on her finger; its red ruby weighed down immeasurably on her heart. Another tear rolled down her cheek as she felt the whirlwind of emotions jumping and falling from hollowness, sadness, and anger.