After a long and rugged mountain road, the two sisters finally arrived at the gentle slope that the Divine Empress had mentioned. They also found a gloomy and quiet grotto covered in ominous moss.
The gloomy trees in the tall forest completely blocked the sunlight, the broad-leaved green bananas blocked the murmuring of the stream, and the pale smoke filled the air. The rotten soil under the sedge tree emitted a unique stench, as if an evil person had dug up a tomb that had not been long dead, or as if a winged fish that fed on minced meat had its stomach cut open.
Leaning into the deep stone path, her snow-white skirt swept across the dirty ground, and her bare feet stepped on the slippery and soft leaves. Even the calm and composed Anataxia felt her scalp tingle. Fortunately, she didn't walk far before she reached the end and saw the owner of the residence, Mountain God Antley.
The ugly hunchbacked shadow of the new mountain god was reflected on the uneven stone wall by the dim candlelight. From the only intact squinted eye, a vicious and cold gaze shot out. Although he was vulgar and low, he was headstrong and proud of his loneliness, which often led to ridicule from others.
"Listen to whose footsteps are they. Is it the new tongue of Feliora, or the insatiable Routes?”He stopped his bloody movements and slowly turned around. He clearly had the divinity of immortality and was as stiff as an old man who was about to die."Since the vultures at the door didn't peck your eyes out, there must be something behind this painstaking visit.”He laughed strangely in a hoarse and ear-piercing voice. His face was as rough and brown as a withered branch. It was obvious that he was full of hostility towards their arrival."Before you step on the threshold that is too heavy for you to bear, speak the arrogant order that you have been preparing for a long time!”
Motia could not tolerate his shocking appearance. His expression changed unpredictably and he was speechless for a long time. Without changing her expression, she stepped forward and bowed respectfully, then said calmly,""Mountain God Antley, please forgive my sister and I for our visit. Just like how a gambler could not tolerate his opponent having the same cards, sometimes even twin sisters with similar temperaments would have a higher score. We are not people of unknown origins. The noble queen of Athens is our mother, and the unique divine master of the sky has given us the right and life to speak to you. The noble Queen God had heard of your fair reputation and wanted to determine from your mouth who was more likable and who was qualified to hold the glorious Vase of Wisdom.”
Motia was afraid that her sister's words would move the other party and leave a good impression on this unattractive person. In a moment of desperation, she openly offered a bribe."Although I don't have the dexterous tongue of a swindler to bewitch people, I know the principle of gratitude. I will not be forced by morality, nor will I be deceived by lies, nor will I beg humbly. If you let me get what I want, I will definitely ask the Father to grant you the right to rule over Badiko Mountain, so that those who avoided you in the past will have to bow down to you no matter how arrogant they are.”
"When the time comes, your words will be like the thunder that beats the earth, and your orders will cut open the stubborn boulders. No longer need to hide in a grotto that is not worthy of your virtue, never to see the sun.”
Antley grinned when he heard that. He looked very interested, and Antasia couldn't hold it in anymore. She scolded the ancient Greek gods for using the same loophole in the rules of the competition, and she hated the referee who was easily moved by power. At the same time, she promised,"The power that is given to you can help you shine for a while, but only a true beauty can bring you long-term happiness. A life that was not blessed by love, even if it held great power, was so dull and empty that it was no different from a soulless puppet or a statue created by a famous craftsman. If you are willing to listen to my words and stay away from the trap that the lonely villain has built for you, I am willing to swear to the Styx River that I will personally find the most understanding and beautiful girl in the world for you. Then I will ask for a golden arrowhead of love. I will definitely make her fall in love with you.”
Just like what Antley thought, after hearing their promise, he didn't even consider it seriously. He chose her without hesitation.
Motia was so angry that her face turned red. She did not even want to congratulate him. She stomped her feet and turned around to leave this dirty and stuffy dark place. On the other hand, Antasia was in a good mood. Just as she was about to bid farewell to Antley and fulfill her promise, she was tightly hugged by a pair of withered arms.
"Let me go! You rude person!" She never dreamed that she would be offended by the dirty and ugly mountain god. Anataxia was horrified. She instinctively struggled to break free and screamed,"I didn't break my promise, and I have such a noble status. How can I allow you to humiliate me like this?”
Even Motia, whose face was originally covered in tears, was stunned. She turned around and looked at them in disbelief.
Antley became angry and refused to let go of her. He was like a wolf holding a shivering white rabbit. He not only caressed the girl's soft body wantonly, but also laughed loudly."Charming girl, why be stingy with this moment of intimacy? Don't act like your beautiful but stupid and complacent sister. You personally swore to the River of Pledge that you would find the most eloquent beauty to bathe in the river of love with me, and you asked me to be the judge to choose the one I like the most among you. Then wouldn't the one I choose be the one you want to marry me as your wife? If I listen to your flowery words and let the wife I like go, where will I find the reward you promised me?”
She had used the same trick as Aphrodite in the Golden Apple, but she had ended up in such a situation for no reason. Annoyed and scared, her blood and qi surged. How could she listen to his nonsense? However, how could she win against the other party in terms of strength? Her thin white veil was torn, her delicate skin was red and painful from the rough hands, her hair and makeup were in a mess, and she finally broke down and cried.
"Please!" At this moment, she could not care less about attracting the Nether King's attention. She incoherently begged her sister, who was watching from the sidelines, and begged the culprit who was causing her to suffer a disaster."Give me even a little mercy and grace! I'm willing to give you anything you want except this!”
The God King who had arrived late saw the scene of this ugly mountain god doing something to his beloved daughter. He immediately flew into a rage and took out the Thunder Staff. The rumbling thunder and the dazzling silver lightning with the force of a thousand tons struck down fiercely. The dark and cold simple cave was reduced to ruins. The terrifying appearance of the heavily injured Antley was also exposed under the dazzling sunlight under his shrill screams. It was discussed by the gods with different expressions.
The disheveled Anataxia was no longer as gentle and demure as before. Seeing that Antley, who had abused her, was about to die, she hurriedly ran towards the God King who had saved her. However, her loose and tattered dress was deliberately stepped on by Motia. She fell heavily to the ground and could not stop sobbing. She could not hide her fear as she crawled towards Zeus.
The gloomy Zeus wanted to tear the mountain god who was still struggling to death into pieces, but when he saw his beautiful daughter in such a miserable state, he couldn't help but feel a little compassion. He wanted to turn the ash wood that had witnessed her unfortunate encounter into a light brown dress for her to wear.
At this moment, Hera, who had seen enough of the farce and had asked about what had happened from Motia, who had witnessed the entire process and was gloating, slowly stood up." The king who rules over the immortal gods, the master of the sky and thunder, my wise husband Zeus, the higher the position, the more you should think carefully before making a decision. All your actions will be sung by the people, and your mind will be disturbed by tears without asking for a reason. Protecting the crying women and children will damage your good name. According to her sister, in order to steal a victory that did not belong to her, this impetuous girl did not hesitate to use the power that did not belong to her, and used the Styx River as a witness. Just how ridiculous a promise did she make?”
Zeus was furious. He naturally could not marry his beloved daughter, who had just arrived at the Holy Mountain and was ready to bestow eternal life, to a vulgar and humble mountain god. However, in front of irrefutable evidence and his subjects, even as a King of Gods, he could not easily distort the truth. This made him extremely difficult and gradually compromised.
Even though he was riding a unique and noble carriage, Alias was the last of the gods to arrive. The cunning black goat pretended to be ignorant and ran faster than the swallows, but it took many long detours to buy time. It was only when the tall oak tree finally couldn't help but raise his confusion that he realized that he had been completely deceived by the other party.
Because of this, they missed the opportunity to play the clever one who had been fooled by the clever one. They saw the twin beauties who had been intimate just a moment ago, one of them now covered her face with her torn clothes and sobbed, while the other stood proudly in front of Hera, hitting her when she was down, holding the winner's wooden box in her hand.
And their common father, Zeus, was covered in a storm.
Just when Alies was confused and unwilling to ask Hades who had just played him, the gradually calming down Anatsia understood the Father's true stance from the long silence and was completely desperate.
No one knew better than her, a bystander of the story, how much the Greek gods valued oaths. The most fatal thing was that she was too eager to win the trust of the Mountain God, and even said the name of the Styx River, which the few virgins who had sworn an oath never dared to violate.
However, she, who was used to being glamorous, had to accept the cruel play of fate. In the shallow pity of others and the pain of her sister, who she had never looked up to, taking away her divine position, she would rather die than spend the rest of her life with this thing that was worse than the filthiest mud.
Because she was already determined to die, when she saw the existence beside the Nether King who had taken away her first and greatest hope, her resentment was like a raging flood that found a breach in the dam. She stood up without hesitation, wanting to vent all the hatred that was engraved in her bones.
"I despise you, perverse thief, cunning spy.”The tear-streaked Anataxia stood up and mustered up her courage. Under the astonished gaze, she spat out every word in her blood-dripping voice at her old enemy who was indifferent to her unfortunate encounter."Although you have a beautiful face, the true appearance of your soul is exactly the same as the demon that lives in this hateful cave. You are a dirty seductive prostitute, a colorful pest that gnaws on buds and twigs, orders a hound known for its flowery words to bite its prey, waters the gorgeous laurel crown with the blood of the innocent, and traps newcomers with a carefully designed maze. As a defeated opponent, I am willing to use all the sorrow and pain that you have caused me through your sinister schemes to sound the death knell that indicates that you are at the end of your road..."
Just like Alies, who didn't think that this matter had anything to do with him from the beginning to the end, Hades started to ignore it because he didn't know that her unreasonable but fierce resentment was really directed at them.
Just as she was about to complete the vicious curse at the heavy price of burning her blood and abandoning her soul, Pluto decisively raised his double-pronged fork. His eyes were dark, and the powerful Divine Power condensed by the weapon hit the girl's chest.
A moment ago, she was still immersed in the pleasure of revenge, but now, she felt an indescribable heart-wrenching pain engulfing her entire body. She screamed miserably. The skin and appearance that she had been proud of seemed to have been melted inch by inch by the poisonous lava, and the ghastly white bones below were not spared from falling apart, turning into ashes that were finer than gravel. They were swept into the air by the frightened Wind God and slowly fell into the mud.
The tragic scene that was comparable to purgatory not only made the gods who were used to living in luxury take a few steps back in fear; Even Zeus, who was indifferent to the scene in Tartarus, was drenched in cold sweat and groggy.
Perhaps she was blinded by anger and started the war first, sowing the seeds of hatred on the unrelated God of the Underworld, so that he could not protect her. Perhaps it was because she was ugly and useless now that he had lost the pity and love he had for her. Perhaps it was because his brother's thunderous rage was too majestic that even he did not dare to stop and provoke him.
The dark netherworld fire burned her body to ashes in an instant. At this moment, Hades walked forward as if nothing had happened, holding Adonis 'hand. He nimbly captured the faint shadow that was hesitating, and then announced to Zeus in an unquestionable and cold tone,""Her soul is already under the jurisdiction of Hell.”
As the ruler of the dead souls, it was only natural for him to say this. Hesitation flashed in Zeus 'eyes. Before he could find a suitable excuse to speak, Pluto had already calmly boarded the black carriage with the Underworld Empress. They split the ground and left.
The sudden change made Alies forget his previous unhappiness and silently listen to his arrangements. While in the car, he frowned and looked at the soul of the daughter of the King of Gods, who was in a state of confusion. He asked Hades, who had a calm expression, in confusion,""I don't know when I caused her misfortune, or was she also driven by others?”
Since its birth, the Plant God had been forced to accept countless passionate, implicit, or roundabout expressions of love. It was the first time he had tasted the novel taste of being cursed with hatred.
Hades remained silent, as if he did not hear his question. His eyes were still looking forward indifferently.
Alies didn't get an answer. He subconsciously tugged at his sleeve and urged him in a low voice,""Hades?"
Only then did Hades slowly turn his body and say in an extremely calm tone,""I thought you didn't want to talk to me anymore.”
"…"
He found that Pluto was more and more keen on " using the same expression to come up with an endless stream of new tricks ", especially this time, he was so greedy that he tried to use a pool of stagnant water to convey the meaning of grievance.
However, the content of the words made him not know whether to laugh or cry. He could not help but mock,"I don't know when you became so polite. When you carved those bad deeds in the past, you never showed this kindness to ask for my permission in advance.”
Whether it was the imprisonment and forced marriage before he lost his memory or the many lies after he lost his memory, Pluto was never embarrassed when he carried them out.
Hades grabbed Adonis 'hand as if nothing had happened. Ever since he could sense Adonis' true emotions, he had never really angered Adonis." What you mean is," He cunningly changed the concept and made his desire clear."Since I'm evil and despicable, then I can do whatever I want in the future. There's no need for me to ask you?”
"Naturally-"
Just as the remaining syllable reached the tip of his tongue, this denial was interrupted by the prepared Nether King.
It was a cheetah with its sharp claws swiftly crushing a eloquent stag, the old snow on the mountain shattered and covered the brown soil that grew a tender green, the general who was good at strategy waved the flag and knocked open the closed door of the goddess of victory, the jade box that received the golden bead closed with satisfaction, the carpenter who closed his ears and listened attentively knocked the flint that sparks flew, the loyal hero was conquered by the soft fragrance of love, and the raging flame did not let go of a drop of glycerine.
The Nether King wanted to make up for his poor imagination. He didn't want to find any random excuses, so he used brute force. Originally, he had wanted to hold his beloved Underworld Empress, who spoke but did not mean what she said, under his body and gently ask for her to reward him with a kiss. This was a matter of course that even the King of Gods sitting on the throne in the sky had no right to interfere with. At this moment, even if ten thousand heroes of the human world who did not know the immensity of heaven and earth came to disturb the souls of the dead, they would not be able to shake his determination to exercise this sweet power.
The black horse that was pulling the carriage made a few shrewd sounds and slowly circled around the periphery of the Elysee.
As for the technique of lingering between lovers, the Nether King was also no longer the same as before. He advanced at a tremendous pace, and without holding back, he let the Underworld Empress experience it from the inside out, and from top to bottom.
It was not until all the sparkling and plump fruits on the grapevine had been plucked and tasted that the Yama, who had not yet shown off his might, reluctantly stopped attacking the city and seizing the land. He wrapped the Queen of the Underworld, who was in a mess and so weak that she could not lift up any strength, tightly with a loose robe. He only casually wore his clothes and gently carried her into the bedroom. He then called Shupnus to weave a dream for her.
It was also after all this that the satisfied Yama finally remembered the soul of Anataxia, who had been completely forgotten for many days, and ordered the God of Death, Danados, to bring her here for interrogation.
After being attacked by Yama himself, she was already so weak that she was only a vague shadow, as if she would be blown away by the wind. It was all because of her hatred and persistence that she had been able to hold on until now. However, after witnessing the Nether King's deep love and indulgence for the Nether Empress in the carriage, her soul body had also turned gray like a golden tassel.
Although His Majesty on the throne did not speak, Danadus, who knew his character and behavior, did not hesitate to impose a few tortures on her.
She had thought that death was the end of everything. She had been so focused on conquering Hades, who was the only one in the myths who could be considered to be chaste, that she had completely forgotten the true meaning of his identity. She did not expect that a desperate fight would bring her into an even more miserable situation. She had no time to resent the Underworld Empress who had taken over the Magpie's Nest, nor did she have the mood to complain about the Father's indifference. Just her pleading and painful screams had already consumed her remaining energy. After being interrogated by this extremely detestable Death God, she was completely afraid and told him everything she knew. However, the wonderful story she made up was incomparably absurd and bizarre. It was so funny that Danados trembled all over and did not dare to look up at the Emperor's expression.
According to the prophecy she had heard before-
The Underworld Empress should be the Goddess of Spring, Bethanie, who had been fooled by the little prince and was jealous of His Majesty because of her infatuation with the Plant God. Moreover, His Majesty had fallen in love with that useless and stupid girl at first sight. Not only did he abduct her on the spot and force her to return to the Underworld to become his wife, he even found someone to trick her into eating the Dark Pomegranate, forcing her to not return to Mother God's side. However, after the resentful Queen of the Underworld received the beautiful and peaceful Elysee that Hades had carefully built for her, she did not become a well-behaved wife as the gods of the Underworld hoped. Instead, she had many secret conversations with the Father at the mouth of the river. Molinoe, the Goddess of Conspiracy, was the product of this affair and incest.
What was even more incredible was that even if Danadus continued to impose more severe punishments on her, she could not say anything different. She could only hear her repeating the same fabricated prophecy incoherently. The Nether King soon lost his patience. He lowered his eyes and ordered Danadus to seal her soul into his hoofs so that she could be trampled on forever.
Styx had spent the past few days in unease. When he heard from Shupnus that the Father and Mother had suddenly returned to Hell, he thought about it and decided to pick an opportunity when the Father was not around to tell his greatest backer.
Even if it wasn't of much use, at least it could make the unscrupulous Father fear him and not take revenge on him too badly.
With this thought in mind, Styx watched from afar as the Father, who was dressed in a solemn, pure black robe, left, and then tiptoed into the bedroom. Bai Yang's guards exchanged glances with each other in surprise and then quietly made way for this noble prince to enter.
The inner hall was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop. It was very warm. It was completely different from the coldness of the Underworld. Without a doubt, only the rich Yama could be willing to spend his divine power to maintain this comfortable warmth.
Thinking that the Mother God was still asleep, Styx couldn't help but lighten his footsteps. It was not only that he did not want to disturb the Underworld Empress's rest, but if the Father knew that he had intruded and awakened Mother…the already terrible situation would be even worse.
Just imagining that scene made Styx shiver. He sat on the soft carpet closest to the bed curtain, staring at his exhausted mother who was sleeping soundly. He patiently waited for him to wake up, and worried that the Father would return early.
Fortunately, his quiet prayer worked. After some time, Alies slowly opened his eyes. His voice was a little hazy."Styx?"
"Lord Father!"
Styx got up and wanted to dash to the bed, but he ignored the consequences of sitting still for a long time. He lost his balance and fell forward.
This made Alies completely sober up. He quickly lifted the blanket and wanted to get out of bed to help him up."Why are you always so rash?"
Thinking back to the last time when Mother God had seen him fall into a sorry state, Styx was so guilty that he lost the will to defend himself. However, before he could mutter something to muddle through, he looked up and saw the delicate and white muscles on her upper body that had not been able to put on her clothes because she was in a hurry to help him up. There were also red marks all over her body. He did not need to think to know whose masterpiece it was.
Styx immediately took three steps back with his face flushed red. His next words were very insincere."Father, Father God, I just…"
Before he could finish speaking, the Nether King, who was wearing a black robe and carrying the cold air outside, walked in silently. He happened to see his only son sitting on the ground with a red face, and his beloved wife sitting on the side of the bed with her hair disheveled. She was like a slender alder tree, but she was naked. From her beautiful neck to her slender and flexible waist, her eyes were vaguely watery.
"Hades!”
Bai Yang's loyal guard kept his head down, as if his feet were rooted to the ground. He turned a deaf ear to Hades's angry scolding and the little prince who was dragged out of the palace by Hades and smashed into the wall. He waited for the palace door to be closed again by the murderous king. After a long time, he finally rescued the little prince out of the palace.
" You're completely unreasonable." Alies did not know the real reason for Hades 'anger. He only thought that Sticks had angered Hades because of something else and was afraid of being punished. He probably wanted to wait for Hades to wake up so that he could immediately ask Alies to plead for mercy. Unexpectedly, Hades, who had just finished his business, taught him a lesson as soon as he entered the door. He glared at Hades." Styx is young now. Even if he accidentally made a big mistake, you shouldn't-"
Hades recalled that among the licentious Olympian gods, the relationship between father and daughter was very popular, especially when he heard the rumor that Queen of the Underworld Bethani would have an affair with the King of Gods to give birth to a daughter. Hades 'face became even more gloomy, and his words were stiff and there was no room for negotiation."In the future, he can't approach you privately.”
Alies couldn't help but frown. He was intimidated by his aura and no longer protected Styx like before. Instead, he tried to ask,"Is his mistake very serious?"
After drinking the entire Acheron River's worth of vinegar, Hades did not say anything for a long time. Finally, he nodded slightly.
Alies pursed his lips. He was never stubborn when he was wrong. Seeing that Pluto had a reason for it, his tone softened a lot and he even took the initiative to apologize."I was too impatient. But I still hope you won't be too strict with him.”
Hades 'tense brows relaxed slightly, and the haze on his face gradually faded. He pulled him into his arms and said lightly,"I know what to do."
However, he had no intention of taking back his previous decision.
Alies didn't know what Stix had done to provoke Hades, who had always been expressionless, and it wasn't a good time to ask in detail at this sensitive moment, lest he accidentally fanned the prairie fire that was about to extinguish itself. He changed the topic and said,""Did you go to ask Anataxia?”
Hades took advantage of the situation and stopped talking about Tiestix. He hummed and told her everything that he had heard from Anataxia.
"Bethanie?" Alies was confused.”He repeated the name incredulously." Is it the daughter of the Goddess of Grain, the one in charge of youth, the one who came to see us with Styx last time and brought us the token?”
"Yeah."
"Since she's never met her, why would she think that she's the Underworld Empress?”Alies had a feeling that things weren't that simple, but he couldn't see any conspiracy behind such a lie."What is the name of the wise man who made this prophecy?”
"There are no wise men who can predict the future. It was pure nonsense from those who wanted to please the public.”Hades couldn't hide his dislike for this statement. He said lightly,""She's crazy."
According to the so-called prophecy, he, who had fallen in love at first sight, was first bewitched and kidnapped her, but then turned a blind eye to her affair with Zeus and let it go. It was enough to show that something was wrong.
It was somewhat similar to Apollo, who showed his ugly side after being hit by Eros's Golden Arrow and crazily pursued the unremarkable Daphne, the daughter of the River God.
With countless plans in his mind, Hades did not want to use these speculations to trouble the beautiful Underworld Empress. He was only particularly vigilant against such schemes, but he did not show any emotion. He even shamelessly stayed in his inner bedroom and after a moment of intimacy with him, he walked out of the bedroom and called Shupnus.
The God of Sleep thought that His Majesty was going to weave a dream for the exhausted Empress of the Underworld again. He was already familiar with it and was about to start on his own when he heard an unexpected instruction."Follow me to meet Ares."
Alies had always thought that it was worth exploring where Pluto's endless energy came from.
The marks of love had yet to fade from his skin, and new ones came one after another, like falling snowflakes that covered the snow-covered ground without breaking, or like a proud and silent waterfall that washed the smooth round stones as usual.
He didn't know how long he had wandered in his sleep, but he was finally awakened by the Nether King's restless action of kissing his fingertips. Without giving him any chance to flare up, the Nether King used his cold lips to praise his white and soft wrist while gently putting on his robe. Finally, he kissed him on the cheek in satisfaction."I'll take you to a place."
His entire body was still indescribably sore and tired. Alies was really worried that he might have another strange idea that he could not handle. He quickly grabbed the hand that had begun to wander around and asked,"Where are we going?"
It was just that Hades, who had always granted his requests, refused to reveal a word this time.
In the face of his childish persistence, Alies was not angry at all. Instead, he felt that it was interesting. When the wide wheels of the black carriage stopped rolling, the silent servants who were pulling the carriage could only stand in place and trample on the soul of the babbler sealed in it. The black-robed Nether King reached out to support him and led him to stand on the paradise filled with gray fog. The Plant God stared blankly ahead and lost the power to speak for a moment.
Pygmalion, a citizen of Cyprus, disdained to fall in love with women who were punished for not respecting the God of Beauty and became shameless prostitutes. He carved a beautiful girl with pure ivory. He was deeply infatuated with her, giving her jewelry as a gift, and sharing a bed with her in excitement. If he could feel warmth when he touched her delicate body, and he could feel her light breathing when he slept beside her, how harmonious and compatible would they be in the eyes of others? He was deeply immersed in it, but he was also worried that this relationship would be shameful and laughable in the eyes of others. On the festival of offering sacrifices to Aphrodite, he had wanted to express his unspoken wish, but he could not resist the fear of others 'gazes. Instead, he offered a pious sacrifice to ask for a wife. Coincidentally, the god he believed in heard it. The goddess of love was not deceived by the appearance of his words. Instead, she generously let the ivory doll with his heart attached to it have a soul and flesh, truly fulfilling this loving couple.
However, acting according to one's nature did not mean true compassion, just like how the kindness of this goddess did not extend to his children who had received grace. The son of Pygmalion and his hard-won wife was Genneras, who later became king of Pancaia. He had a beautiful daughter, Myrra. Although he had built a temple to worship, he did not revere the gods as much as his parents did. He believed that his daughter's peerless beauty was enough to match any young talent in the world, which caused the jealousy and dissatisfaction of the goddess with the silver pigeon as her carriage. She was determined to deal with this pretentious mortal and bring disaster to him. And Eros, who knew her wish, volunteered himself and shot the golden arrow of love into the poor princess's chest. The girl who was shot had developed a taboo feeling for her father who loved her, and she suffered the long-term suffering caused by this feeling. In the end, she took the risk and committed the heinous crime of turning father and daughter against each other.
From the moment Arias was born, he had sensed his mother's sorrow and despair before her death. He hated Aphrodite, who had rewarded his grandparents on a whim, destroyed human relations because of a small dissatisfaction, told his father to kill his mother, and caused her to die in pain. In the end, she was greedy for his looks and shamelessly pursued him. She had always paid for her failure. He felt regretful when he met his mother who came to exchange for his health, but he did not expect Hades to notice this point that he had never mentioned and secretly made such an arrangement.
The place under his feet was not unfamiliar. It was the green that had been personally awakened by Alias, who had just arrived in Hell. Because he was in harmony with the Netherworld's divine persona, his people also benefited. The mountains and plains were already filled with flowers and flowers, full of vitality.
He stared at the eye-catching rattan house with complicated feelings. A strong and burly young man was patiently accompanying a beautiful girl with a smile. From time to time, they would gather together and talk intimately. They were just like a loving and happy couple.
Based on the bloodline connection, he didn't need any proof to know that they were his parents.
"How did this happen?" Alies was stunned and couldn't bear to look away. He inadvertently tightened his grip on Hades 'hand."How did you do it?"
Nether King Er Ha's free hand naturally wrapped around his waist and said casually,""The Underworld is the home of all the dead. It isn't difficult to find them.”
It was easy for him to say, but how could Alias not know that the more trivial it was, the more difficult it was to achieve? What could make the always fair and strict Hades to be biased and personally fulfill this extremely important wish of his?
He unconsciously pursed his lips and felt his eyes gradually heat up. His vision was also blurred by the moist water droplets, but he could not help but express his shallow gratitude.
Hades naturally felt the violent ups and downs of his emotions, but he did not disturb him. He just quietly accompanied him until the Plant God said with a choked voice,""Wasn't their union deliberately arranged by Aphrodite? Their bodies have already died, and the effect of the golden arrows should have dissipated. I believe that it is your credit that they have regained their youth, but…"
"After I found them, I only did two things: One was to give the position of the God of the Underworld, and the other was to tell the truth.”
Alies widened his eyes in surprise.
"He should have been hit by a lead arrow," Hades said concisely.”"Why don't you ask them yourself? They have always wanted to see you."
Hearing this, Alies was not as happy as the Nether King had expected. Instead, he spent some time in silence to understand the shock of his father and mother getting together after they had reconciled. Finally, he said,""Under your generous protection, they have already obtained the peace and happiness that they have been dreaming of. What important matter do I have to disturb them for? She is my sister and my mother. He was both my grandfather and my reluctant father. Just the simple way of addressing them was enough to make the newly-born lovers feel uncomfortable and awkward in the future. No matter how honorable they were when they were alive, they should be judged equally after death. You gave them extra divinity and allowed them to obtain eternal life in the netherworld, unlike others who slowly died in the chaos. Not only must they remember it, but I, as a child, should repay you.”
Hades frowned, but Alies smiled and continued,"" Even the wisest and most solemn judge cannot judge the case, and the most skilled doctor cannot diagnose his own illness. My respected and beloved Majesty, even if you are the master of the Black Fog, you are sometimes blinded by it. When you stare at the obstacles that are difficult to overcome, you will easily forget that another path has been quietly opened to you. If I really didn't like you, I wouldn't be willing to talk to you or look at you. As for Styx, he would become a witness of humiliation. Why would I care about him?”
" Love is sometimes a cheap doll that is treated frivolously by witches, but when it sprouts in the soil of deception, it often makes the fruit full of contradictions and confusion. Moved feelings often lead to impulsiveness. Confessing my feelings always needed to be done with caution. I would never mix the incense burner that represented gratitude with sweet feelings, nor would I treat the kowtow of gratitude and the kiss of a lover as a conversation. Although I have tried my best to get rid of your tyrannical will, and I have been caught in your trap without knowing it, I even often argue with myself, but the development of love is always free from control, and I regard your recklessness as excusable, but my heart is not as cold as iron and stone.”
The Plant God's smiling lips curled up slightly. Without any explanation, she held the Nether King's hand and gently kissed him sincerely and chastity. Her dazzling beauty was like a marigold with a pearl halo, or a flawless jade with red coral juice, clearly and gently revealing her heart." My husband Hades, who is good at stealing and robbing, if you had not deceived me like a clumsy hunter shooting at the leaves in the forest, perhaps you would have known earlier that what you wanted had long been captured by you and had been lying in the palm of your hand.”
If the Goddess of Marriage was summoned, the Goddess Hera would come out and say a few words from the bottom of her heart. She, who had suffered so much, would definitely regard marriage as a cover for her desire for power, a gathering of sighs, and a deep desire. To Hades, the Lord God of the Underworld, he was used to hearing the cries and pleas of souls who could not bear to part with their relatives and bloodlines in the human world. He sat on gorgeous gold and wealth day after day, but he never appreciated it. He was surrounded by sin, but he was not affected by filth. He strictly made laws, made discipline clear, captured hidden souls, and explored tiny cracks. He was a wise ruler who had never failed, but he had suffered enough setbacks in the capture of love.
Hearing the Empress of the Underworld's willing and tender confession was a rare treasure that she had been dreaming of, a rare treasure that she had been searching for, and a delicacy that she had hoped for. At this moment, it had become a sudden downpour that softened the hard soil.
" If you don't stop here," Pluto pressed the Plant God, who was gently staring at him, down on the grass bed and said in a low and hoarse voice,""I will make you cry.”
Having said that, after cunningly announcing that he was about to carry out the act of forgetting love, he did not give the Underworld Empress the slightest chance to go back on her words. His increasingly nimble lips and tongue slowly invaded with surging feelings of joy. With the promise of the heart key, how could the coral colored door not be tactful enough to stop him? Her white teeth also threw away their helmets and armor, opening the warm inner room without any defense, allowing greedy visitors to plunder the sweet fragrance, and her unblocked breathing was also swallowed up.
The fiery caress loosened the loose robe, the cold and slender fingers were just an ordinary medium, and the touch of the skin made the raging flames of love have an intimate entanglement. The surging Wang Yang was eager to expand the reserved mountain stream, just like a young and passionate teenager who couldn't wait to knock on the door and enter the room of his lover, or like a bright arrow on the bowstring waiting to be fired. If we talk about forced love. Love was the submission to violence, which would give birth to cold hatred. The combination of love and joy was the continuation of beauty, which would give birth to eternal happiness.
The shallow puddles were already full, but the pouring rain was still not enough. When overly generous guests insisted on giving generously, even the most hospitable host would be overwhelmed. Pluto fully fulfilled his promise, and the generous giving followed the slow intrusion. The thick honey poured into the vessel was endless, and the tears of pain mixed with joy flowed. The sacred vow of marriage flaunts its glory through the endless stream, the pure spring lies in the never-drying riverbed, the guardian gathers the long-desired essence of flowers, and the hungry craves the carefully cooked soup.
If it was said that the nature of Chronos 'children was to indulge in pleasure, as his stubborn, self-disciplined, and unloving eldest son, it was virtually impossible for him to escape. The earthen jars and porcelain bottles may often hide the boiling oil of desire with thick silence. The unruly horse that got rid of the bridle would not listen to the master's scolding and compete for the spouse it liked. The temporarily suppressed feelings would listen to the arrogant reason. However, there was no lasting winner on the wavering balance. Once the vigilance was relaxed and the strong desire took the upper hand, the weak and boneless lover's arms would dare to fight against the dignity of the stone-faced king until the horn of the triumphant return was blown. Only then did the general, who was still fighting, have the thought of giving up.
If ordinary men and women wanted to go on blind dates, they could do whatever they wanted. However, if the noble king were to rub against each other, it would attract unknown prying eyes. Fortunately, at this time when their hair was messy, the vast land ruled by Yama was surrounded by the people of the green who were whispering. Love for marriage is the mutual dependence of bed and mattress, pen and ink, farmer and crop, insect and cocoon, time and clock, king and queen. Love makes the fleeting time sometimes accelerate, sometimes reverse, ignorant children have a mature appearance, old people restore youth; Love can turn the day and night, fill the cold nest with warmth and tenderness, and carefully soothe the hand that makes cold judgments.
The dark and quiet dome did not allow the sunlight to shock the fragile souls of the dead, but it also made the days so long that they could not be distinguished. Alies 'eyelids were trembling, but he was so tired that he could not lift his fingers. He had already emptied out his precious pearl box, but the Thief who did not give up still did not let him go. The poor flower that is almost sucked dry, and the devoted bee that still lingers; It was an exhausted debater who admitted defeat, and the dignified judge was still unwilling to let it go; The oriole that seeks sleep, disturbed by the lover of her sweet song; It was a shop that had sold out its goods and closed its doors to customers. There were uninvited customers who were wantonly rummaging through it. He was a marquis who was an extremely important official, and he was trembling with fear as he accepted the title of nobility. It was beeswax that had been softened by the heat, and was carved by a carving knife.
" Your Majesty." His eyes were closed tiredly. His long black eyelashes cast a weak and moving shadow, and his moist eyes were misty. He vaguely sensed that his energetic husband was once again on top of him. He forced himself to beg,"If you are willing to pity me, then let me play with Dreamland. I will not change my mind in the blink of an eye, nor will I coax you to retreat and close the gate, nor will I blame you for not being able to control yourself. No matter how capable an army was, they should not have fought endlessly. The retreat gesture should have appeared long ago. The banana leaves injured by the heavy rain had to heal on their own. No matter how good the ointment was, it could not remove the pain. And the greediest of pickers will not touch the roots, let me close my eyes.”
Hades 'movements paused slightly. He could not help but lean over and kiss her slightly open lips deeply. Then, he gently stroked the slightly salty crystal pearls with his fingertips. Nestled in his arms was a masterpiece that was even more exquisite than the artist's. It was a magnificent neon color that could not be painted even if he tried his best to harmonize the paint. He looked at his wife seriously, and his cold eyes gradually welcomed the clouds and fog that had dispersed, and the ice and snow that had melted. In the end, he replied in an incredibly gentle and pleasant tone,"As you wish."
Alies, who was finally able to sleep peacefully, naturally had no idea that a few days later, a white flower that looked exactly like its brother quietly poked its head out from the top of his head, shyly waiting to bloom. He moved his official duties to the side of the bed, and Hades, who was constantly protecting him, immediately noticed it. He pondered for a moment, then simply called their only son, Styx, to his bedroom.
Ever since he was beaten up by the Father for no reason and strictly ordered not to approach the Mother God alone, Styx felt that he had become the most lonely and lonely migrating bird, but there was no spring to find. When he received the pardon, he was surprised and came with a heart full of doubts.
" King of the Undead Gods, my father Hades." Styx frowned and looked at his mother god sleeping."You specifically asked me to come here because-"
Without waiting for him to finish, Hades interrupted him. Immediately, he said with a pleasant expression that made him feel extremely horrified,"I'm letting you take a look at your brother."
Styx was speechless.
When the thick stack of documents gradually thinned into a shallow stack, Alies finally woke up.
It was as if every bone had been broken and reassembled. He made a few uncomfortable grunts and slowly opened his eyes, coincidentally meeting Hades 'gaze.
He felt a little incredulous. He looked down at the document and couldn't help but ask," His Majesty has been watching me?"
"No." Pluto denied it. Before Alies could feel relieved, he slowly added,""Not always. Most of the time.”
"…" Alies raised his eyebrows."I thought that Your Majesty would stay far away as soon as possible in order to avoid the sharp edge, instead of showing how eloquent you are at the most inappropriate time.”
Faced with his teasing, Hades secretly heaved a sigh of relief. He silently threw down the documents that he hadn't read for a long time and walked to the bedside to help him put on his robe.
Their feelings were strong, so Alies naturally wouldn't stop him, nor would he avoid him like before. Instead, he closed his eyes and enjoyed the quiet and peaceful time together. After a while, he suddenly exclaimed. After looking around, he asked hesitantly,"Is something missing here?"
In his arms, there was frost cream lying quietly, and there was a peerless beauty that was admired by people. Hearing this, Hades's patience to comb his long hair paused for a short while, and then he replied with certainty,"No, I haven't."
He didn't answer so quickly, and his tone was so resolute. The Plant God, who had missed the opportunity to capture the expression on his face, was really going to be deceived. Hearing his guilty reaction, Alies couldn't help but squint and stare at him with interest.""Oh?"
"Yes." Hades looked at him calmly, not showing any signs of nervousness.
Alies stared at him quietly for a long time, then suddenly smiled.""What are you waiting for? Are you shy?"
Hades was speechless.
"Then I'll take the initiative." After saying that with a smile, Arias put his arm around the sturdy neck of Hades, who was much taller than him, and leaned in his direction with a little force. His soft lips gently overlapped with his husband's, giving him a sweet kiss.
In the next moment, the 'shy' Emperor reacted and grabbed her wrist firmly. She nimbly pressed her body against the warm and soft bed, skillfully grabbed her tongue, and kissed her to her heart's content.
Alies was gasping for breath from the kiss. In a flash, he saw that the small flame that he had personally lit was like a raging prairie fire. He quickly pushed him away."I think it's enough to make up for the time Your Majesty has wasted.”
Hades 'arms were on both sides of his body, maintaining a distance from him. His dark green eyes were unfathomable as he said condescendingly,"I think it's far from enough."
Alies didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He had a deep taste of what it was like to get himself into trouble."It was originally a gift that you wanted to give yourself. Coincidentally, you received a little return gift from me, but you unreasonably twisted it into a business deal.”
Hades pretended not to hear him and wanted to kiss him again, but Alias quickly stopped him."Alright, I just woke up. Do you want me to sleep longer than I'm awake and take away my chance to talk to you? The wind must calm down a little, and the rain clouds will have leisure to accumulate wealth; Immersed in a moment of joy, it only makes me feel endlessly exhausted. If my previous performance made you feel better, I have a request to make.”
Hades naturally agreed.
"I haven't seen Styx for a long time," said Alias with a smile.”
"Alright," Hades immediately agreed.
He had just taken a glance at Mother God-it was really just a glance-and was once again coldly rejected by the Father. Even if Styx had a good temper, he was full of complaints at this time. Not long after, he was summoned again. He walked in with a numb expression.
Mother God was smiling as she nestled in the arms of the Lord of Hell, whispering something to him. When she saw him enter, she even said with a smile,""Styx,"
Styx was just about to say hello when he heard his mother praise the expressionless Father with a smile."You took good care of him."
He had always been the one taking care of himself. The Father had completely ignored him!
Seeing the Father not only shamelessly accept this praise, but also use it to kiss the Underworld Empress in front of the First Born, Stix's eyes twitched."Before the pomegranate rind becomes hard, you shouldn't be greedy for the juicy seeds. The young birds whose feathers had not yet grown strong were still crying for food and should not be pushed out of the nest rashly. Smart farmers would never over-cultivate fertile fields, smart hunters would not catch weak young, just like cruel pirates would not cleanse the entire sea. Especially since the fruit of love has already borne, please-"
Styx had only mustered up his courage to gently remind the Mother God of her pregnancy in order to give the cold and heartless Father a little knock. He did not expect that he would become a reckless bird that pecked through the bag woven by the scam. He released the secret that Pluto wanted to keep, and before he could finish speaking, he was ruthlessly slapped out of the door by the powerful Divine Power.
"Fruit?" Alies, who had been listening with a smile, was stunned. He could not help but repeat himself. He subconsciously looked around for the familiar mirror, but it had long disappeared.
It was the item that he had vaguely sensed was missing from the room.
However, because his back was pressed against Hades 'chest, he could clearly feel Hades' entire body tense up for a moment. This time, he did not even need to look for a mirror. He directly touched the top of his head and, as expected, touched a delicate plant. He took a deep breath and said,"Hades."
Nether King Er Ha looked at the door with a serious face, but he didn't look at him.
Alies didn't mind. His smile disappeared and he asked calmly,""Is this what you want to hide from me?”
"Yeah." The Nether King was silent.
However, the Underworld Empress was not as furious as he had imagined. She only pursed her lips helplessly and said,"Your Majesty, please let me go.”
Although the force around him was reduced, the Nether King did not let go.
Adonis showed his reluctance and stubbornness, but Adonis still broke free from the shackles of his arms without any explanation. His reaction was completely different from what Hades had expected. Not only did he not leave in a huff, but he also turned around without hesitation and hugged Hades, who was expressionless and unconsciously emitting a low pressure.
He no longer pretended to be unhappy, but could not help but laugh."If you refuse to let go, how can I hug you and celebrate this good news with you?”
Those who are in love are full of energy every day, and those who are frustrated are bitten by pain every night.
The palace made of pure white jade was magnificent, and beautiful maids with slim figures frequently came and went. On the bed deep inside the inner hall, the Palace Master, who often played with her beloved lover to relieve boredom, laid her plump and lustrous body. Her waist, which was only wrapped in gauze, was tied with a golden belt that helped her conquer everything. However, her delicate cheeks, which were like blooming petals, were no longer suffused with an alluring blush, but a soul-stirring paleness.
Ever since that day when she was severely injured by the sinister and cunning Yama in the dream of her beloved youth, she had been in low spirits. She was like a beautiful and cold plaster statue lying on the bed without moving. Thick shadows covered her half-closed gray eyes, and her golden hair was as dull as death. Her delicate hands were worriedly folded on her soft breasts, and she ignored Eros, who had always doted on her.
The love god with snow-white wings clenched the arrow made of gold and lead in annoyance. He knew who was the source of Mother God's sadness and haggardness. She was poisoned with a poison that she could not get, and it could be easily resolved with a gentle and sweet kiss. It was a debt-taker who had run away with a large debt of love. As long as she returned the heart that she had borrowed, she could recover without any medicine. It was the sand embankment that had been washed away, and the army was defeated. As long as the menacing tide receded, they could be reborn.
However, he hated himself for not being able to do anything to the other party. If the one who was lucky enough to be favored by this longing was just the original low-level Plant God who had no one to rely on, he could personally capture it and stab a golden arrow into the chest of this ungrateful person. He would let the glorious person who had enjoyed the love and beauty of the master but could not taste the taste of being played and rejected. However, the eldest son of Crous, who had powerful divine power, had become his patron, and he was so ferocious that he could not tolerate any covetous gazes.
At this moment, Eros suddenly sensed a familiar and powerful divine power approaching. He couldn't help but flap his wings and turn to look in the direction of the door.
It was her lover, who had been missing for a long time and was usually the most favored by Mother God.
Even the ever-victorious general who wore a brightly-colored tassel helmet had his favorite spoils of war. Ares, who had been subdued by the rare beauty of the God of Love and Beauty and was willing to be bound by the chains of tenderness, had the noble blood of the King of Gods and the Queen of Gods flowing in his veins. Every time the war drums sounded, he would hold a sharp spear and ride a fierce chariot on the battlefield. He was in charge of the famous destruction and war, and his warlike and bloodthirsty reputation made the cowards tremble in fear. It must be the most worthy of praise among the achievements she had laid out on the carpet in front of her.
Although he did not know why he had disappeared for no reason, Eros did not want to show any unnecessary concern. Although he loved Mother God deeply and never got on bad terms with her many lovers, he could not get any good feelings for her. Thinking of the possible sexual intercourse that might happen next, she frowned and wisely left the bedroom with the other maids.
The God of War, who had always taken the initiative to speak, tried his best to please her with his clumsy tongue, poured out his love in poor language, and tried his best to make her happy, had a cold expression on his face for some reason. It was as gloomy as the goddess of dawn who had forgotten to close the curtain of the night, and as unpredictable as the sea with the tide approaching. If Aphrodite, who was still immersed in her grief and pain, had a little bit of alertness left, she would not be like a young girl who was lost in love for the first time, nor would she be like a bird paralyzed by the heat of autumn, forgetting the danger of winter.
" Ah, my brave and loyal lover, Ares." She still had her back to him. Her voice was soft and tender, but she pretended to be angry."Where did your ruthlessness and indifference come from? Was it because you were sick of my kisses and betrayed the oath you made, or was it because you were lured into the fragrant love nest by your new lover that you didn't come to see me for so many days?”
As she spoke, Ares approached her silently. When his tall and burly body stood by the bed, his black shadow silently enveloped her.
Before the prey that was targeted by the sharp arrow could smell the cold smell of death, the God of War, who had not said a word since he came in, stretched out his strong and powerful arms. However, he did not want to hug his sad and frustrated lover, nor did he want to kiss her fragrant and soft hair, nor did he want to go up to her and do it with her. Instead, he quickly and coldly grabbed her delicate and clean neck.
"Guwu-"
As the veins on the back of his broad hand bulged, unprecedented fear and cowardice replaced the astonishment and disbelief in the eyes of the Goddess of Love. Her face was still stained with tears, and her watery eyes were sparkling with broken crystals, reflecting the loathing of her lover.
This was a terrifying scene that she had never dreamed of, but it had actually happened to her. In her panic, she wanted to cry for help and beg for mercy, but her throat was tightly bound, like a bridle that restrained a fierce horse. She wanted to break the iron pincers, but the difference in strength and physical strength made all her efforts futile. She wanted to turn into a white pigeon and escape, but the God of War had long been on guard against this move. He used his divine power to suppress her and made her unable to use even a little bit of it. She used her last bit of strength to pull on the belt that had the ability to confuse all men's minds in order to survive. However, what made her feel extremely hopeless and confused was that even until she died in the hands of the former docile captive, Ares, who was completely bewitched by the effect of the lead arrow and buried in hatred by the whisper of the Goddess of Disaster, did not change his indifference and disgust. His strong killing intent did not waver at all.
Her life was given to her by the male of Uranus who had been castrated. She was washed by the salty sea water and born from the white foam. She was the embodiment of beauty and charm. She used the flames of love to melt the tempered king. The heroic young men were the most loyal lovers under the sweet talk, and the culprit who forced her to marry her ugly husband reluctantly was taken away by her most powerful son, who turned into her most proud helper. It was a boat that Wang Yangzhong was sailing on, but in the blink of an eye, it was swallowed by the rapids without any warning. It was a proud red rose that was cruelly torn apart by the gardener who once cared for it. It was a young girl bathing in a cool spring, being burned and swallowed by the flames caused by the oil on the surface of the water.
She appeared in the clamor and love, and died in confusion and obscurity. She was played by contradictions and ridiculed by fate. She was clearly a person who never believed easily, but she was killed by her trust in the end. A man who is good at playing tricks will eventually die in a trick. The graceful and beautiful body was not stained by blood. In an instant, it turned into silver star fragments. It did not rise to the sky like its original owner, but fell lightly from the clouds and sank into the dark brown soil. It blossomed into a snow-white lotus that would never wither, becoming the subject of the youth she dreamed of.
Only the calyx was a strange dark purple, and the green stem was thin and fragile. It was a memory of her being strangled.
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