Nexus is the child of Thanatos, the God of Death.
The Doors of Death are known to them as their father's front door, upon which knob they had swung from when they were little, enough to slightly lift their feet off the ground that radiates warmth and something much more. They were light enough to support their whole childish bodyweight on the giant bronze. Yet, one was never too young to learn what their father meant to both worshippers and non-believers.
It didn't matter if people believed in Thanatos. Nor does it matter if people knew of Nexus' existence as their father's offspring; they will always know humans better than mortals can ever recognise them.
A child of Death, a niece of Sleep, and a grandchild of Night; they understand well the sleepless nights humans experienced when Thanatos escorted their loved ones through the Doors. They watch as the latest ghastly face paces into Hades' realm and listen to the cries of the living—another weight upon their shoulders, all combined to make Atlas a subject of their envy. If mortals found their father terrifying, they would've found them ruthless.
Despite anything, Nexus is the link between all the godly powers. Where all three met, there was them; the demigod of grief. Child-like and childish in their tantrums, with a fiery stomach that burns everything that passes through their system. Stomping feet and violent hands- raging, crying in a thousand voices. They curse mortals with their conceded regrets and desperation.
It was all because someone crueler than Nexus had given them the fate of feeling every bit of existing grief, from both mortals and godly. They were a child. They are still a child. Yet they are punished for their father's actions, and are created solely to swallow bitter grief, afterward vomiting out its acidic remains to the next victim.
Nobody prays to Nexus, but they stand by Thanatos' Doors daily to look the dead in the eyes and pray for those non-believers.
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