Children of the Greek Gods pt. 2
As the sun dips below the horizon, the children of Asteria stir. Pinpricks of light decorate their skin, constellations of beauty across their bodies. With a sweep of their hands they may rearrange heaven’s dark canvas, setting the stars alight and listening to the whispers of the future spoken as the rest of the world slumbers.
Golden hues extend across the sky, setting the horizon aflame with the first rays of the day. Light crowns their head, while rosy fingers let the sun’s warmth slip through. Their saffron-robbed mother stirs the heavens for the new day, while her children add to the splendour of dawn’s palette. They are as bright as the rising sun; ethereal creatures of the dawn.
Born from sorcery, magic flows through their veins and sets the tips of their fingers aflame with power. Their mother holds many aspects, and her children share her mysterious ways. They stand at crossroads with confidence, raise the dead with the subtle casting of a master, and count legends among their siblings.
The realm of sleep is where these demigods hold the greatest sway. With soft brushes of their fingers and soothing, soporific whispers the children of Hypnos offer slumber and peace. Look for them as your eyelids grow heavy, or as dusk settles upon the land like a comforting blanket. Their persuasive lips weave hypnotic thoughts, while a harsh snap of the fingers may just as easily bar sleep from any who have misjudged them.
The beautiful snow goddess whose realm belongs to winter. Her children carry snowflakes on their lashes and leave frost in their wake. They weave intricate tapestries of ice and snow, and breathe a chill into the air at autumn’s dismissal. They are winter’s helpers; as breathtaking as the first snow fall, as dangerous as a coming storm.
With a sense for justice and insight into the delicate balance of good and bad, Nemesis’ children seek to punish any who upset this equilibrium. They seek revenge for an ill deed, and possess a desire to make things even at any cost. They are undeniably dangerous should one get on their bad side, so tread with care around these demi-gods.
It pays never to bet against a child of Nike. Victory runs through their veins, wings sprout from their backs to glide them over battlefields. With their limbs empowered with strength and speed, Nike’s children are more often than not standing among the victorious, taking places of honour on the podiums of any and all competitions. Relentless, determined, and stubborn, these demigods will fight to the end, to victory.
Born to the personification of night, to a goddess who even Zeus feared, Nyx’s children hold the same possibility of power. With clothes of silken darkness, they glide by with the whisper of a sigh; ghosts in the night, engulfed in the realm of their mother. Creatures of the night call to them, and their fingers trail ribbons of black, influencing others from the shadows.
Born to the Queen of the Underworld, Persephone’s children hold sway over the dark after-life, and the bright budding of spring. With new growth blooming as they trail their fingers through the grain, and fresh-faced flowers unfurling petals in their wake, they are spring’s heralds. Yet, like their mother they stand tall, formidable in their knowledge of the underworld.
(part one - the Olympians/