Nyx:
With a small slice the sacrifice was made, the Prefect had
paid good money for this one. Rarely did such a high authority come to the
temple of Nyx, this was personal. The Prefect in this case was suffering from
nightmares, disturbing obsessions of the dream time.
The sacrifice wasn’t expensive and the temple acolytes were
generous in their attempts to relieve the Prefect’s nightmares. They had burnt
a large amount of frankincense which was the premium incense for offerings, the
acolytes had a good contact in Arabia so they were glad to display their quality.
The smoke floated like night clouds through the dimly lit altar room. The walls
were painted black and the acolyte’s robes dyed in the same indigo base.
The subject and details of the obsession was known to the
acolytes, the Prefect was lose with his words. The cult of Nyx had never
breached secrets and had no heavy political alliances to complicate the trust
of their service. The details were bound up in half sentences, dream fragments
and paranoia.
The Prefect had visions of a great wave of black, a force
that dissolved his sinuous attachment to political concerns. Prior to his
visions the Prefect was endlessly involved in the smallest logistics and
deepest specks of information for ruling. Now he was floating in a great ocean
of terror. The Prefect could not shake loose the mind’s eye focus upon this
vision. His rule was starting to crumble under apathetic sands.
The vision was described to 3 acolytes and pieced together
in a scroll. The scroll described the following vision:
I awoke within my dream on the black sands of a midnight
shore. The waves disappeared into the sky and the horizon was hidden. I looked
out into the deep void and saw all the constellations of the gods, the stars
began to dance and move as I watched. The glittering drama of the great forces
of the universe unfolded as I wept and witnessed. My eyes were peeled back in a
strain as the courtship of heaven churned with such a titanic weight. I felt as
Atlas, nearly smothered by the relentless beauty of the eternal night.
It was when I could take no more, when I could breathe only
a whisper that the wave came. It started in the night sky, each star began to extinguish
into a deep black I had never seen. A greater blackness that all glory of
heaven, each constellation was swallowed whole by the black wave. The tide
seemed grow with each twinkle of heaven adding its sorrow to the wave. I was
watching the funeral of the gods as if their last breath had summoned me to
this shore to see the end of all things warm and light.
Then the wave came for me, the greater blackness rolled out
of the sky and washed up with a shadow upon my heart. I collapsed as if the
strings of my soul were cut, the masters of fate no longer able to guide my
hand. I fell to my knees and felt the growing shadow pass through me and claim
me as those constellations, my remaining body became a slumped over gravestone
without an epitaph.
The Prefect came to the one temple that may have an answer,
the acolytes of Nyx worshipped the night and perhaps could understand the nightmare
portent.
The acolytes could not offer any comfort so they offered
services. A small animal sacrifice, incense and confidence the nightmare would
pass and release its hold on the Prefect. The last part of the offerings was
the scroll, it was burned in a blue fire. The offerings helped and the Prefect
was able to return to his duties. The memory faded and washed away, he was
generous to the temple and trusted them not to betray his nightmares. The
temple of Nyx was later given a position as an oracle in the acropolis of
Megara.