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It was such a perfect night, the music was pumping, drinks were flowing, everyone was having a grand old time laughing and dancing. Romance swirled around and happiness seemed to finally rule over Icaria -- even if it was just for one night. We should have known better. We should have known that happiness and peace cannot last when your parents are gods who have forsaken the land and the people they once ruled over.

People carried on through the night but something was brewing, had been brewing for five years and it would come to a head in the midst of all this happiness. Some felt the darkness creeping in but they kept smiles on their faces, some knew what was brewing but pretended that this was just another party… another event to distract themselves from the loss of their friends. Hell, some were walking around recording the whole thing in hopes that they could break the case; find the missing and bring them home. Of course, no one, not even those involved in the kidnappings were expecting what was about to come. No one expected tonight to be the spark that lit the world on fire.

The isle hasn’t known peace for five years and it won’t be getting any better tonight despite what some may have hoped. As the night roars on and the party grows older the lights slowly start to dim. Is it time for the announcement of winners? That’s the murmur spreading through the crowd as Ivy takes the stage. She smiles, waves; everyone is clapping and in her hand are envelopes. A small speech of thanks, a remarkable amount of money was donated and raised to help find the missing, more clapping and then she waves the envelopes around and starts to open them one by one.

“The Best Dressed winner is Caroline!” “Best Nice is Lyra!” “Oh looks like Eveleen has been naughty and won an award for it!” “Aww -- Cutest couple is Weston and Viv! How precious!” “And last but certainly not least -- best mask ---” Except we’ll never know the Best Mask, for in that moment a flash of lightning blinds the party goers as a crack of thunder is heard even 100s of miles away. The Greek media off Isle would comment that the latest lightning strike was about 100 miles short of the largest mega strike, but that either way it was well over 300 miles long. Screams and murmurs of I can’t see! and It must be Zeus! Quickly swell through the party as everyone’s eyes adjust. And there -- on the stage, just mere feet from Ivy in all his glory is Zeus king of the gods. More murmurs, hands covering mouths, wide-eyed stares, and questions. So many questions -- but he holds up a hand, the room goes quiet as a stern look spreads over his face. A vengeful god.

“Best mask goes to none other than Weston Bennett.” He claps. The only one to do so.

There are murmurs as Weston steps up. Behind him, his siblings are held back by friends. Whatever is happening... it seems all know better than to step in the middle of this. All who saw would comment later on Weston’s smirk; the smirk of a man who knew what was coming and was unafraid even of the king of gods.

“To what do we owe this honor, King Zeus?” Oh the tone, the snide comment, the smirk. Defiance in every syllable. There was no honor here. Not from a child of Nyx.

“You won best mask my boy. I figured you deserve a reward. You tricked everyone here, save for your siblings, that you were an honorable, kind man who only wanted the best for them” A beat. “Yet you stole their lovers, their friends, their siblings -- and my child.”

Gasps, whispers, turning heads as murmurs grew louder. Zeus seemed to revel in the chaos that his words brought but he held up his hand once more and they all fell silent. Weston could be heard laughing.

“I didn’t know you had just one child!” Static filled the air making hair stand on end, and made every breath or movement pinch the skin. Zeus’ face grew more red. Behind Weston, Deacon stepped forward but a hand rested on his shoulder. And there stood Nyx, she appeared as silently as the darkness rose each night and shook her head, tears in her eyes. There would be no stopping this. The bolt of lightning that shot from Zeus was there and gone in a blink. But its aim was true.

A cry ripped through the air as Vivenne rushed to where Weston laid. Dead but with that defiant smirk still plastered on his lips. She cradled his head and sobbed into his chest.

Nyx stepped forward, the static in the air instantly soothing to nothing. Looking at her felt like looking into a black hole. Darkness swirled at her feet and her fingertips. Her hair itself looked like the night sky, where twinkles of stars danced along with all the answers one could ever want. It seemed that a confrontation was about to happen and that -- well, that drew a crowd. Especially when it was Zeus vs the one person in this universe he actually feared. Gasps echoed around the room as one by one every god, goddess and muse seemed to appear. Nyx stopped at her son’s body, brushing a strand of hair from Viv’s face as she looked up. “Take care of his body for me.” she said before she took to the stage in the blink of an eye. She stepped out of the darkness of Zeus’ own shadow.

“You killed my son.” It was a quiet cold accusation.

“You have more,” He said, tossing his hand towards Deacon, Remi and Ezra who now stood protectively over their brother’s body. “And your son kidnapped my son.”

“While that may be true, your children” she emphasized the word, “are totally safe and quite comfortable. Anything they could ever want is at their fingertips so long as they think it.”

“So you know where they are!” Came a voice from the crowd.

“I orchestrated it.” Nyx said. It was followed by cries of outrage, of relief and gasps. “You’re asking yourself why would Nyx do such a thing?” She turned to face the crowd. “And I turn that question towards Zeus. Why would I do this Zeus?”

The king of the gods stared at her, he did not move, he did not even open his mouth in an attempt to speak.

“What have I been asking for for over half a millennia now Zeus?” She turned to him, “An audience, a moment of your time for you to listen to my ideas.” She said slowly, moving to circle the god. “Yet you refused over and over and over again. You pushed off my request for meetings, you shoved me aside, you let your head get too big and you let us” her back was to the crowd and she threw her hands out to her sides “fade into non belief, into mythology.”

There were murmurs of agreement, of dissent among the gods.

“We are not worshiped, we are not feared. We are a shell of what we once were both in the minds of the humans and in power. We are thought to be myth, legends, stories to amuse human children. We have lost our foothold in the world, Zeus. You have not even allowed the gods to do their work as they saw fit. You allowed us to become memories.” She was still slowly circling him as she spoke. “All you’ve ever cared about is yourself; about going to earth and laying with as many women as you desired despite -- having a wife.” she tossed in glancing at Hera who stood next to her daughter Nelly. “Despite having children” her attention shifted to Noelle and Noel. “Grandchildren and nieces and nephews who looked to you for guidance and leadership. You have failed as a ruler Zeus.”

She then stopped moving and turned to fully face the crowd.

“Your children, your friends, and lovers are safe, they have been well cared for in the meadows and I am more than happy to let them return to you” Nyx said, “I apologize for what has happened, but there was no other way to prove to you,” She glanced first to each god then allowed her eyes to sweep over the crowd. “That Zeus cared so little about anything other than himself that he would allow demi-god children to be taken. That despite all your desperate pleas and prayers he would not answer them, he would not care.” She sighed, shaking her head.

“He had the power to bring them back at any moment. He clearly knew who was doing this since he targeted my son mere days after his own was taken. I’m assuming he would have even done it earlier if this party had been the same day. But he just likes to be overdramatic.” There were a couple of snickers there from other gods while Zeus averted his gaze, “Zeus only focuses on himself and the one child he favored. Damn be the rest.” She frowned, glancing over her shoulder at him.

“You allowed this to happen under your watch, Zeus. What if I had been Erebus or an escaped Titan? Have you even checked on them?” She asked with raised eyebrows. She saw his face pale at the idea that the titans were out of their prison. “The children would most likely be dead, not in a lavish space that gives them their every desire.”

Nyx stepped off of the stage and moved into the crowd, it parted as she walked but she smiled. “Your children are safe. Your friends and lovers are safe.” She repeated locking eyes with each person she came across. “They’re watching this right now.” She said there was a moment of joy in her voice, knowing that they were all safe and watching. “I’m sorry to all of you for doing this but -- Zeus has offered no other choice in gaining his attention and proving to you all that he does not deserve the power and status he has.” She was slowly making her way back to the stage.

“I do not expect forgiveness, I do not even expect you all to understand what has transpired tonight other than the fact that Weston Benett is dead” Her voice cracks “and your friends are returned to you. But, I do ask that over the next few weeks as you hug your loved ones and catch up, that you think about what I’ve said, about what I’ve shown you. I ask that if you have questions to pray to me and I will come to answer them the best I can. I ask for your minds to be open to changing the status quo of the Greek Pantheon. That we turn it on its head and regain our foothold in the world. I want us to work together to form a new pantheon where we come together as gods, as demi-gods… and we change the world for the better. For us, for the humans and for the creatures that have been in hiding for so many centuries.”

“Zeus will not change it. He will not listen. But we can. We are many and we are powerful too. He is not the only one who can influence the world.” She said taking a step into the shadows and appearing back on stage. “Your friends --” she smiled now “They’re back where they were when they were picked up.” All over the town portals of pure darkness opened up setting each demi-god back where they were the moment they were taken. “Again, I’m sorry but I do hope you will all understand and forgive me and my children for what we had to do.” She then turned to Zeus with a small smile on her face.

“Shall we all convene? Or are you going to blow off my request for a meeting once again?” He slowly nodded his head and every god, goddess and muse disappeared in an instant leaving the masquerade party to deal with the fallout. ____________________________________________________________________________ Whether your character was there or not when the truth came out and when Weston died they would still know it happened. Word travels fast on an isle so small. You now know why this all has been going on and what it means. But what will you do? How do you feel? Do you side with Zeus or Nyx? Are you angry with Nyx’s children? We figured we’d end this event with a bang... or well really, a death and introduce choice to you all. Feel free to continue with your masquerade posts or even allow for your character to react of the gruesome event that unfolded at the end of the ball.

#THIS WAS LONG #IM SORRY #icaria: event #icariamasquerade #TW: death #Icaria: Chapter 1

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