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The darkness pools and swirls throughout the throne room of Olympus, boiling and popping like a demented soup.
Soon, it all coalesces into the figure of Erebus.
Her ebony hair trailed behind her on the floor, the edges fading into smoky tendrils that stained the air an obscenely black color, and her solid starlight white eyes pierced the air, locking inexorably onto everything and examing them carefully. Her ashy grey skin absorbed and silenced all light that hit it, and clad in a flowing black dress, slit up the left side, she was a terrifying yet beautiful sight to behold.
The moon brightens, and shimmers.
A nearby pool, off the side of what might be Aphrodite's pool, turns the color of the moon, and the ethereal form of Selene steps out of it.
Clad in a simple white peplos, her ivory white skin and startlingly blue eyes made her stand out against the stark background of Olympus.
She looks around, trying to see if there was anyone nearby.