Nine days. It took nine days to fall to Tartarus, and only a few minutes to navigate the dark, fiery depths of the place to find the god she was looking for.
"Tartarus, please," she said in her way of greeting as she approached him. The one god she actually trusted... "You are enjoying this far too much."
Cronus spat at her feet as Tartarus himself turned towards her. He was in a form that she could actually tolerate, and despite the suffocating air of their environment, she felt like she could breathe properly for the first time in eternity.
"Dear Nemesis," he crooned, walking towards her, the heavy chains in his hand making such a loud noise above the screams of the tormented. Cronus grunted as the chains around him tightened the closer Tartarus got to Nemesis -- so he'd been hitting him with his own bindings again? Typical. "You have not graced me with your company for quite a while."
"For a whole milennia? I'm starting to think that you're neglecting me." Silence met the statement. It was not awkward, yet it wasn't companionable either. It was...familiar. Tartarus, of course, had always been the one to break it. "Your daughter...with that monster..."
"She managed to cause quite the war, didn't she?" she mused lightly. "I am...proud."
"...You know how deeply I hold my grudges. This only adds to the injury he's inflicted. On both of us."
He nods in agreement. "Aktaios...Megalosios...Ormenos...Lyktos..."
In a rare gesture, he patted her shoulder. There was resentment in him too, and it was why Nemesis was attracted to him in the first place. Yet, they could never be. It simply was...too catastrophic. Or so Zeus declared -- that bastard.
"And I," he agreed, before tugging sharply on the chains. Cronus' body jerked forward, and a bone cracked. He offered the edge of the chain to Nemesis, who took it gratefully. "Have fun, my dear."