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Chapter 107 In the Void of History

Clotho felt that his heartbeat had gradually stagnated.

She waited intently for the next words.

She had a hunch that this was important.

She heard it.

——"I think... we can keep supporting and go on."

——"You are the Weaver Girl of Linghui, and I am the Blacksmith of Eternal Life. No one is more suitable than us."

In the silent calm, it seems that there is a lively hustle and bustle.

Clotho felt herself being hit, her heart was pounding and her blood was boiling.

She was still persuading Hephaestus to stay calm and rational just now, but now she became confused.

She was shaking, her whole soul was shaking.

She felt that she was still trapped in the twisted sense of her will falling into history just now.

Her real and soft body, made of will, seemed to be pulled out of the bones, quietly sinking into Hephaestus' solid chest.

She was like an octopus, wrapping Hephaestus tightly around every inch of her body.

Suddenly, Hephaestus smelled the fragrance of violets again.

He let Clotho's graceful body rest on him, bearing her weight and feeling her softness.He reached out to hug Clotho, feeling her heartbeat like a raging undercurrent.

The past history became distorted, the sun disappeared, fate disappeared, everything disappeared, and the surroundings became dark.

Hephaestus hugged Clotho tightly, and they fell backward, floating in a blank history where all traces had disappeared.

There is nothing here, only two men and women eagerly embracing each other.

Hephaestus closed his eyes, he chose to use his soul to feel and remember all this.

In a trance, his lips touched the source of the fragrance of flowers, and his sense of touch felt a soft body, that body seemed to be insane, desperately blending into every inch of his body...

……

In the emptiness of history, in the unknown and wild darkness, two souls drift here.

The body of Hephaestus is real, flesh and blood. He is a great man in charge of historical authority. It is not very difficult to step into history in real body.

For a long time, only Cronus, the former god-king, refused his visit.

Clotho is wrapped around him.

Clotho's body is illusory, her real body is still in the island of Lemnos.

But this did not hinder her joy.

Her illusory body composed of will kept floating in Hephaestus' body, as if she had found something interesting.

Occasionally, she would be completely integrated into Hephaestus' body, living in the depths of his mind, inseparable from him.

Hephaestus let her play, chuckling and listening to her ethereal, joyful voice.

After a very long time, Clotho seemed to have had enough, and she floated up from Hephaestus' body.

Her illusory body made of will became real again, and Hephaestus could feel the soft touch she brought to him.

She pulled back Hephaestus' shirt, revealing his solid chest.

Hephaestus noticed that there was a spherical mark made of messy lines at the position of the heart.

Clotho's green fingers lightly brushed the mark, and she murmured softly, "You truly belong to me, Hephaestus."

"Do you regret it? From now on, there will be another person who will share the glory and enjoy everything you have..."

Hephaestus embraced her, and they lay in the emptiness of history, as in the little cot in the corner of the temple of Lemnos.

"What have I to regret?"

"Everything I do has been carefully considered for a long time, which is a long time that ordinary people can't imagine."

"So there is nothing to regret. From the moment I made a choice, I was willing to accept the result."

"Clottor, we will go to the future together, face death or enjoy the joy of new life."

"Well, I will face it with you." Clotho responded with her sweet words.

She raised her head suddenly, and pressed her soft face against Hephaestus' ear.

She breathed softly: "Give me a gift, my love."

"What is it?" Hephaestus asked her.

"The cloak you used to carry your marriage with Aphrodite. The cloak I gave you."

"it is good!"

In the blank space of history, a dim passage gradually expanded.

The passage is illusory, just like a painting, but the other side of the passage is real.

That is the deepest seabed ruled by the ancient sea god Pontus, where darkness follows everywhere.

In the mud of the sea, a cloak lay quietly in the mud.

An undercurrent surged inexplicably, it rolled up the cloak, took it to the submarine volcano not far away, and then threw it into the volcano.

Clotho turned her head lazily, and she looked at the picture behind the dim passage.

Volcanoes erupted, shaking the ocean floor and burning everything.

Hephaestus stroked Clotho's smooth, straight golden hair, and he whispered softly: "Our wedding will be witnessed by my mother, and we will be happy."

"You will share my glory and use my power. They will see you as if they saw me."

"They will know that because of you, I can be at peace..."

"They will thank you because they had to, because of awe and desire."

Clotho lay on Hephaestus' chest like a lazy cat: "I won't promise them."

"They flatter me just to chase you, and you are a god beyond the mortal world."

"You will always be aloof, far from faith and from Them, as you have been."

"They will come to me, whether it is from the sea, from the underworld, or from Olympus, but I will not give it."

"They can't get what they want, just because you belong to me."

She hugged Hephaestus tightly, and Hephaestus responded enthusiastically.

She smiled softly: "I understand the relationship between the God King and the Queen of Heaven."

"Being external and internal to each other, covering each other, outsiders seem to have unlimited opportunities, but in fact they never have."

"Or, it's not an opportunity at all, but a loophole deliberately released, only waiting for people with malicious intentions to enter."

"The final decision has always been a unified will."

Hephaestus also laughed: "Just like... us!"

The two fell silent.

After a while, Hephaestus looked at the beauty in his arms, and his tone became bewitching: "Want a gift? My...beloved!"

Clotho smiled softly: "You have already given it."

"That doesn't count." Hephaestus' eyes were burning.

"It is a real gift. It is not only unique, but also requires a long time to prepare."

"So, what about your wish, my love..."

(End of this chapter)