Chapter 87: Chapter 7: A good end of the night.

The Hunters had decided to go after Day and Nyx. At first, it was only a thesis after receiving such a gift. But when more and more morbid gifts were brought, there was no room for any doubt. A heart, a hand, a lung, an eye. It was always a single organ with a letter. Nothing more, nothing less. The letters became more and more aggressive as Day kept the order to do nothing, not to respond, to act as if nothing had happened. Nyx, for his part, was seething in place and only wanted to find his Hunters and stop them. Forever. He would damn them in the underworld and prevent them from being able to rest in peace until his anger was over.

"I'm so sick of it!" the flaming god muttered one evening while in bed with Day.

"Hmm?"

"No nothing at all. Sleep."

"What are you doing?"

"Nothing, don't worry. You can go back to sleep."