Immortality is a myth at least it is to mortals. Only Power existed. The truth is even if one ascended to godhood it wasn't the same as being part of the fabric of reality and having it flow from one's self. No. Deities only harnessed what was already there and manipulated it.
Nyxeria wasn't all that concerned with what happened beyond that. Power is what matters. In a certain sense even if immensely difficult she could find herself dying in a sense as well. Even in theory her father as well could have his mantle stripped from him hence why he now had some anxiety about the loss of influence he was experiencing. Plenty of lesser deities would at some point wish to challenge him.
While that all worked in theory, in reality, the heavens were mostly stagnated on a large time scale; most deities were able to maintain enough influence to never be truly threatened. From what Nyxeria could tell so far the realm had changed from when they were first created. Before the Pantheon was venerated in a broad sense giving mostly equal power across all of them, but now since the beings they used to populate this world began to worship specific deities they began to change and spawn new races that worshiped one or two deities only. The power began to change dramatically and her father…in his usual carefree self didn't keep proactive.
Now she was here doing what he ought to have done probably a thousand years ago when he still had a few cults floating around the realm.
Nyxeria wasn't sure about every detail, but her father was one of the only original deities that was less interested in gaining followers, but more interested in simply shaping the world in ways that entertained him for what purpose? He never revealed, but one mortal woman somehow captured his heart and as a result, he did the only natural thing an immensely powerful being would do and took her for himself. Thankfully she also fell for him and bore her…Nyxeria.
While for all intents and purposes, her mother was a demi-god at this point she still had not ascended and she was in the process of doing so now, but of course, her father took advantage of his beloved's absence. Giving Nyxeria this terrible mission. She wanted to be in her dreary and dark realm her father had crafted.
Nyxeria never admitted it to her father, but she liked his style. However, if he wanted to keep a semblance of his cozy status in the heavenly realm he needed to acquire loyal subjects.
The trouble was that her father wasn't well-liked among the other deities, broadly speaking they only came to him to break ties in votes when the council made decisions about this world they governed together, but recently he had been increasingly shut out from decisions altogether.
Nyxeria had to endure countless complaints from her father on this matter and now because of his selfishness, she was stuck falling from the sky like a meteor. Which was the last thing she had desired Nyxeria was by her nature disinterested in much of the politics of the deities. Something she picked up from her father she was sure of.
Where was she falling? No idea. What would she do once she got there? Wing it.
Nyxeria had never been the best of planners anyway…mostly cause she never needed to plan anything.
One thing was certain: the transition from divinity being what expressed itself to her mortal side was…not pleasant. In fact, it was excruciating and to her surprise, her mind had faded into unconsciousness as she fell.