In the beginning, there was nothing but the 'will', and then 'void' came to be, and when 'void' came to be, 'cosmos' followed soon after. This was the story of her birth and how the entirety of her existence came to be.
Everything that lives 'must' die. That's the rule she had set up in this world for living forever, is a curse above curses, the source of all despair, sorrow, and madness. With this, everyone cannot escape from their destined death, even the
Golden blood... so this is mine... never have I once looked at it during my fight with my children, because even I the creator deity, am afraid of being one with the void once more.
[[Hades... to think out of everyone... it'll be you to do this]]
The only one who could trick my senses, the only one who could erase his existence and reappear once more, the bearer of Kynee, the ruler of Tartarus, Hades.