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Nyx Monologue

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Prologue I was conceived of hate, pain, evil, and all things wicked. My birth name is Nyx, After the Greek goddess of Darkness. Nyx is my Goddess mother. My mother wants me to be just like her. She is a Goddess too. One that's not very well known obviously. Her name is Eris, the goddess of chaos, strife and discord. I have no idea who my father is, and I don't care to know. In any case he must have been a witless twit. My mother and Nyx were great friends. Key word: were. They got into a fight-who knows what about-and they haven't spoken to each other since. And that's when my mother banished me. What could be more atrocious than being banished by your own mother? She banished me to a planet called *shudders* earth. It is rather dreadful. …show more content…

That's one thing that I've been able to enjoy on this retched farm. So an 'instrument' is a device used to make music, like birds, except... not at all like birds. I find it very enjoyable. At the very least it keeps me going, if it wasn't for this amazing music I would have probably thrown myself off of a cliff by now. My captors and I live in an old stone building, they refer to as 'home'. To me it is only a shelter, home is a place that you love, and I do not love this place, nor will I ever. I have to sleep in the loft, it's not very roomy, but it is very dusty and moldy. At least they aren't breathing down my neck all of the time. But when I'm not sleeping, eating, or sick (which rarely happens being that I'm a Goddess) I'm working around the house, and farm. I sew, feed the beasts, milk the cows and goats, churn butter, pull weeds, wash the dishes, groom the beasts, attempt to take the eggs away from the chickens without getting pecked to death, and worst of all: cook. Cooking is absolutely awful, I always get burnt, and the food always gets scorched! I am sick of life here on 'the farm'. I'm planning on making my escape this weekend. Only four more …show more content…

I loathe him, I utterly loathe him, and I pray to the Gods that he will rot in hell. After I'm done with him, he'll wish he was in hell. I already have it all planned out. I will execute my plan on the night of my departure, and oh am I excited. "Well... Peter, if you insist..." I reply, batting my eyelashes. Oh, I'll have fun all right, but he certainly won't. The swine looks a bit shocked for a moment, then he looks smug. This is going to be fun. As he leans in to kiss me, I smell the alcohol on his breath, and I fight the urge to empty my stomach, and position my foot properly, once he's half an inch away from my lips I kick him in the nether regions, with excessive force. I smirk whilst he's doubled over in agony. That's also a strange thing about humans, they enjoy sticking their tongues into each others mouths, and swapping saliva. I find it utterly repulsive. But I find a lot of things about humans utterly repulsive. "There's more where that came from," still smirking, I walk back into the Jacksons parlor. I know what I'll do to him before I leave, I believe it will be abundantly

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