greek mythology stuff

Chapter 39 "Hades"

The gods dare not look away.

They wanted to memorize every tiny detail of what Hephaestus showed, in order to analyze his likes and...weaknesses.

After all, how terrible the angry Vulcan is, Hades, who has been promoted to great power, has personally given the answer.

Even some gods with sharp perception found that some of the great divine powers who were usually high above also lowered their dark eyes.

But Hephaestus is not used to this feeling of attention. He likes to hide in the dark, watching the sun rise and set, and everything is renewed.

He missed Lemnos a little bit, only there, no one would despise him or take him seriously.

But before that, there is still work to be done.

He looked at Cloto, who was holding a streamer and smiling sweetly: "Can you go back by yourself, Hades and I need to have a good chat."

Chatting is just rhetoric. Hephaestus judged from his past relationship that his friend Cloto is a very reserved woman, and she will understand.

But this time Clotho's reaction was beyond his expectation, she directly broke the silent understanding.

"Talk? Are you going to trouble Hades?"

Hephaestus looked at Clotho with some consternation.

Clotho smiled very gently, and she pinched Hephaestus' palm, reminding him of the unusual distance between the two of them in this way, and then moved closer.

"Don't be silly, where can I go back?"

"The Temple of Destiny? But I am no longer the weaver of fate."

"In fact, from the moment you brought me out of fate, I was bound to you."

"It doesn't matter at all what you think."

She looked around the sky, her eyes reflected the gods: "The important thing is what they think."

"If I leave, they will secretly guess, and then launch wave after wave of temptation."

"Until you get what you think you want."

She suddenly turned around and hugged Hephaestus, and the hot breath he exhaled made Hephaestus feel itchy ears.

"You don't need to admit anything, as long as you don't deny it."

"Just like you did to Aphrodite, you don't care, because you don't need to care."

Clotho naturally let go after speaking, and Hephaestus lightly sniffed the remaining fragrance at the tip of his nose.

He laughed: "I always feel that you are secretly changing concepts. If you agree, troublesome things may happen in the future."

"After all, your situation is different from Aphrodite's."

"But it doesn't matter."

"Like you said, I don't care because there's no need to care."

He looked at the underworld where the ground was cracked, held Cloto's right hand without letting go, and held up the history book with his infrequent left hand, and slammed it towards the underworld.

With one blow, the already torn Underworld became even more damaged.

Seeing this, all the gods are silent.

They looked at the figure leading Clotho away, and there was something unusual in their eyes, and even the eyes that looked at Clotho aside became intriguing.

……

Mount Olympus.

Zeus's face was full of fear.

His gaze alternated between the underworld, Lemnos Island and the end of the western world, and the handle of the throne symbolizing the power of the god king creaked as it was rubbed against.

All of this was seen by a person in an inconspicuous corner under the throne.

This man was Astraeus, the god of the stars.

In the court of God, his position is very embarrassing.

Although the strength is not weak, but it is not brilliant; although the background is extraordinary, but dare not mention it too much.

His father is the brother of the previous god king, Clios, the god of celestial bodies.Her mother is the daughter of Gaia, the goddess of the earth, and Pontus, the god of the sea, Eurybia, who symbolizes the power of the sea. Because they resisted the rule of Zeus, they were imprisoned into the abyss of Tartarus together.

But Astrios is a shrewd person, he knows that his chance has come.

He waited patiently.

On the throne, Zeus was finally a little tired, and he waved to end the meeting of the gods on Mount Olympus.

But Astrios didn't leave, he saw no one around, and boldly approached Zeus against the impatient gaze.

"Your Majesty, you may need someone to take Atlas' place."

"He's not a man of his own accord..."

……

Deep in the underworld.

Hades sat on his throne, erect though weak, and Persephone stood behind him, resting her recovered hands lightly on Hades' shoulders.

Below is Triptolemus, who was unconscious after encountering the aftermath of the battle of the gods. An invisible force lifted him up and made him float in mid-air.

Looking at the underworld that was almost in ruins, Persephone's pale face was full of unwillingness.

She asked Haddish: "Aren't we doing something?"

On the throne, Hades looked calm. It seemed that the underworld that had been painstakingly built was destroyed, and it didn't affect his emotions.

He told Persephone: "There is no need to do anything superfluous."

"My injury is too serious, a stable situation is better than anything."

"When I wake up from my slumber, a new situation will naturally be established."

Persephone: "Is there no other way?"

"Once you fall asleep, it is impossible for me alone to block Hephaestus."

"The gap between me and him is really too big."

"I even suspect that Zeus is not his opponent."

Hades: "The Vulcan in the angry state is indeed invincible, which is determined by the rules of the source of the flame."

"But one failure means nothing."

"Rescue Clotho, appease the angry Hephaestus, and the gap between you and you is not as huge as you think."

"I'll leave Triptolemus to you, temporarily overwriting his memory with mine."

"Let him replace me to frighten Xiaoxiao who is peeping in the dark."

Persephone was noncommittal, she suddenly said: "Since you are going to sleep, leave me a child."

"It makes me feel more at ease."

Hades replied, "Persephone, remember our agreement."

"You overstepped."

Persephone couldn't hide her lonely expression: "I understand."

Hades didn't pay attention to her, but focused on Triptolemus floating below.

He stretched out his hand, and the endless death energy entangled Triptolemus, molding it according to his own wishes.

The images of the two are getting closer and closer.

The iconic cloak, the lifelessness of the blurred face, and the indifference that rejects people thousands of miles away.

On the throne, Hades nodded with satisfaction, and then disappeared without a trace, while 'Hades' below opened his eyes.

He glanced at Persephone and stepped onto the throne.

Persephone is somewhat obsessed.

Like, too much like, no matter in body or demeanor, they are impeccable.

She stretched out her hand, wanting to see what was under the cloak.

Hades stared at her coldly: "Persephone, remember our agreement."

"You overstepped."

The outstretched hand froze in the air...

(End of this chapter)