After spending over an hour looking for his son, Nyx realized he wouldn't find him. Gold was extremely good at disappearing, which was an advantage in ordinary times. Not in this case. Seeing him running around with the guard had ended up worrying those in the yard who were still up at this late hour. And word of mouth reached the gods through the guards. Resigned, Nyx had to face the consequence of his unfortunate behaviour. The god of night and death walked to the room of the Lord and his protectors. Everyone seemed to have met there, including Day. Standing by a window, with a mug in his hand, the blond omega seemed to be taking in the air. His father and uncle sat at the table.
"So like that, you lose your son?" asked the Lord.
Foud would have made a joke on the funny line if the Lord's tone hadn't given him a cold sweat.
"It's an accident," the flaming god defended himself.
"And what was an accident?"
