every kiss you give me makes me sicker - The most disciplined of the Three, Megaera has always had a sense of divine righteousness carved in her bones - righteousness that stemmed from her divine, wonderful purpose ; to punish unfaithful lovers. As a creature of dark love, someone who felt emotions more deeply than any other God, monster, immortal, or mortal in the universe, she found her purpose to be Justice Personified. As One of the Three, she always stuck to her sisters, even if the three of them often clashed ( they all had an inflated sense of righteousness - Meg’s might’ve been the greatest so far ) - but she loved them, and protected them, dearly.Â
Her sense of self stemmed from her purpose - she is a lover, a fighter for the eternal trope of true love - but, finding very little of it among both Gods and mortals, had put her head in a proverbial blender ; and so she began to scorn the thing she protects, began to greet infidelity with a glee. Punishing unfaithful mortals, unfaithful Gods, became an obsession of hers - and once soft, heart shaped nature she sported in her early, innocent days, became hard, and cold, and cruel. it only takes two lonely people, to fuck love up and make it evil - She loves her divine job - loves being a Furie, being the one that gives out punishments to those worthy of her wrath. Her sisters punish different things, treachery, murder and whatnot else, but to be quite honest, Meg always thought that a broken heart was the worst kind of pain, a fate far worse than mere death. She took her job seriously, punishing mortals and divines with a feral kind of thirst - sometimes, even her sisters were surprised by her innate wrath. Why was she so wrathful? Perhaps because she was never truly loved - or perhaps because she felt every single heartbreak ; and the pain was excruciating.Â
She was scorned once, not by unfaithfulness, but by rejection - one of minor, insignificant Gods. She punished him later, for infidelity, of course - it brought such satisfaction to her, but not even her sisters knew what he once meant to her - and when she took his lying tongue, she made sure no one could ever piece the two of them together. It was more than just a personal revenge - she felt his wife’s heartbreak when she caught him in bed with one of equally minor, insignificant Goddesses. I’m gonna make you fall, we give and take a little more - Her descensions came as a blessing. Even before she argued with her sisters, she hated traipsing around Olympus and the Underworld with them - their Gods, their pantheon… it was chaos personified, and it had nothing to do with Eris’ type of chaos. This one was made by unfaithful, murdering scums that their Gods and Goddesses were, murdering and cheating for even the most insignificant of reasons - unable to control their carnal, or wrathful, egocentrical, urges.Â
It was one of the reasons why she wanted to call it quits, and why she argued with Alekto and Tisiphone, why she left and kept away - for centuries now. She misses them, like crazy, like Hell, but she’s… content. Perpetual descensions make her angry upon seeing infidelity, but at least she no longer feels every heartbreak in the universe. Meg knows her sisters are not doing so well, she knows that the Three of them should never be apart… but she doesn’t want to feel all those heartbreaks again - she doesn’t want to be complete ; not if it meant feeling things so deeply again.
