“Nyxie? Are you okay?”
I couldn’t help but groan. I hated that nickname (and I still do). It’s too cute and I did not do cute back then. I was a goddess of war who could burn down armies. Cute names did not fit me.
My sister used to call me that to annoy me.
“Nyxie?”
I did not respond. My mind was pondering to the time when the foreign gods who called themselves the Greek Pantheon decided to call me Nyxie as well.
“It’s because in their circle, there’s a primordial goddess of the night called Nyx. She lives in Tartarus, which is basically their form of hell, and she’s evil. Or at least in the stories she is. They probably feel uncomfortable with the name ‘Nyx’ so their calling you Nyxie instead.” Elthesia explained after I almost got into a fight with the one named Ares.