Morning,
Well... perhaps that wasn't the right word to use in the Underworld,
but anyway, at this particular time.
Thaumas woke from his sleep and stretched lazily, feeling refreshed.
Then, while he was yawning, someone suddenly pulled him into an embrace.
"Mm~ Little Thaumas is finally awake. Mother was worried sick!"
Nyx lovingly held Thaumas in her arms, constantly stroking his head. This was the Goddess of Night's morning greeting, as well as the special affection she bestowed upon this child.
"Goddess Nyx, while I'm grateful, could you let me get up first?" Thaumas struggled free from the warm embrace of the goddess.
He really shouldn't indulge in this too much. After all, other goddesses were still waiting for him.
"Fine, but good child, you said you'd give me a gift! No taking it back!" Nyx suddenly said, sounding a little jealous.
"Of course. A promise made must be kept!" Thaumas answered firmly.
Only then did Nyx agree to leave, and Thaumas let out a slight sigh of relief. This "mother-in-law" was far too enthusiastic! He was having trouble handling her.
A beautiful, gentle, dependable goddess who treated you well and hugged you every day—how was he supposed to keep himself under control?
Why did these gods all like hugging him so much? Did they absolutely need physical contact?
And this early in the morning! Couldn't they show some understanding? The gods of Greece really had no manners! They never even asked whether he wanted it!
He really wanted to teach them what etiquette was!
Although the people of Ancient Greece had many shining qualities, they also possessed many flaws, and the Machine Gods had "burned" that humanity into themselves as well.
It was fine. Thaumas would prove it little by little. He would bring a different kind of color