greek mythology stuff

Chapter 30 Killing a Snake
There has never been a real secret between the gods. If there is, it can only mean that the god is too weak and not worthy of attention.

All the mysteries in the history of the world of the gods come from this.

Often the more powerful gods are dissected, the more transparent they are, but the small and insignificant human beings can hide more.

Hephaestus was in a similar situation. He expected that someone would pay attention to him, but he didn't expect it to be so soon.

He went to Chaos to record the history of those broken worlds.

As soon as he left, Hades, the lord of the underworld, got up from the throne of the underworld, tore up the boundary wall between the underworld and the human world, and descended silently.

The strange dead air instantly blocked the mortal's belief in Hephaestus.

This is easy for Hades, because there are too few people who know the name of Hephaestus, and most of them are primitive worshipers of flames.

Following a ray of definite faith, he walks on the land filled with war and death, and goes to the source of the war.

……

In the world, death spread like a plague.

The newly born countries fought against each other. Although it was the first time they experienced war, people quickly mastered this skill.

On the battlefield, they decapitated each other and bestowed upon each other a glorious death in the name of the gods.

Among them, Thessalia and Friage were united to fight against Eleusis, who had enough food and many soldiers.

Because Eleusis was the initiator of the war, they followed the will of their king to make only one country on the earth.

For an enemy country that brings blood and death, it is rare for two countries of different beliefs to cooperate together.

And as the king of Eleusis, the source of human disaster on the earth, Triptolemus was unexpectedly leisurely.

He locked himself in a dark basement, praying to himself.

"The existence that stands on the opposite side of the belief in the gods, the great god who controls the flames, protect me."

"Let me destroy what your enemies want..."

Hades stood quietly in the darkness. It seemed that he had been here for a while. The darkness in the basement could not affect the eyes of the gods. He could clearly see the statues placed on the high platform.

Ugly, more monster than god.

He suddenly said: "Who are you deceiving? Yourself?"

"Believe me, Hephaestus will not listen to your appeal."

"And what you placed is not his statue, but a monster that doesn't exist."

Contrary to Hades' expectations, Triptolemos was not panicked by being called out.

He stood up with the sword in his hand, with a breathtaking cold light in his eyes.

"Who are you."

Hades: "I like the look in your eyes, like a lone wolf ready to fight to the death."

"You should know me, master of the underworld, Hades."

Triptolemos immediately grasped the crux of the problem: "Gods? You won't kill me?"

Hades asked him back: "Why should I kill you, because you intend to destroy the belief of the gods?"

Triptolemos replied: "Isn't that enough?"

"In your eyes, isn't this a rule that mortals cannot surpass?"

Haddish told him, "Of course not enough."

"Don't you already know that the gods are not in harmony."

"We'll be against each other too."

"Aside from strength, we are no different from ordinary people. There will be wars and we have our own demands."

"If there are people who need faith, there will naturally be people who don't and don't care."

"To me, dead mortals are far better than unrealistic beliefs."

Triptolemus asked him: "Am I going to die?"

Hades: "You're all going to die."

Triptolemos laughed: "It's better to die, it's better to die cleanly, without leaving a single one."

He suddenly asked, "Can God die?"

Hades froze for a moment, and then his gloomy laughter sounded from the dark basement:

"Mortal, you can always exceed my expectations."

"Gods are mortal, the only difference is in whose hands they die."

"But in my opinion, you don't have this potential right now."

Triptolemos shrugged: "Who can say what will happen in the future, maybe you can still see the future."

Hades corrects Triptolemus: "That's not the future, that's destiny."

In his hand appeared a short dagger containing strong death energy, and handed it to Triptolemus.

"This is what you want."

"Your heart thinks of the power you crave day and night."

Triptolemus froze in place.

Seeing his hesitation, Hades' tone became bewitching: "Are you afraid?"

"Looks like you are just like that."

"Ordinary people are always like this. Worrying about gain and loss, they care too much about the past and worry too much about the future."

"You know, courage is not reliable at all. Only complete madness can hold the throat of fate."

Triptolemos slowly stretched out his hand, and the moment he held the dagger, he knew the name and function of this artifact.

The 'Blade of Death Whisper', the person who holds it can temporarily possess the power of a weak god, which can hurt or kill a god.

His movements suddenly changed from slow to extremely violent, drawing the knife, bending his arms, accumulating power, and stabbing in one go.

By the time his body stabilized, the Deathrattle Blade had already been inserted into Hades' heart.

Triptolemos was still in a calm mood. While turning his wrist to listen to the broken heart, he said:
"It seems that God is nothing more than that."

"In terms of vigilance, it is not as good as ordinary people."

Looking at the dagger stuck in his heart, Hades laughed, it was a smile of appreciation, restrained at first, and then the laughter grew louder and louder, and the surrounding darkness undulated and squirmed with his laughter.

"Triptolemus, I like you a little bit."

"After you die, I will make you my obedient god."

"now go."

"Release the anger in your heart and offer me a gluttonous feast."

……

In the darkness, Triptolemus, who was kneeling and praying, woke up suddenly.

"Is it a dream?"

As if he had discovered something, he looked down, and the Deathrattle Blade in his hand exuded a chill in the darkness.

"It seems that it is not a dream."

He stood up, opened the door and left the room, into the same dark corridor.

Triptolemus seemed to be familiar with this place. He walked to the left, counting his steps patiently.

Arrived.

He opened the door and immediately smelled a fishy smell.

A carriage and a winged boa constrictor can be vaguely seen.

He went in without forgetting to close the door.

After a while, he came out, shrugging his arms, holding the Deathrattle Blade tightly in his hand.

The knife, face, and clothes were covered with blood, and it was hard to tell whether it was human blood or snake blood.

He was a little tired, so he lowered his head, but those eyes were so bright that it made one's heart tremble.

(End of this chapter)