[Greek Mythology Saint Hades Mythology LC] Golden Age

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The bright moonlight shines on the cliffs of the Caucasus Mountain like a veil, and the branches of the vitex tree seem to be made of pure silver. Such a quiet mountain forest was originally my favorite environment for wandering freely, but I have no intention of admiring it-- --From the night I received the mission, the cliff jungle of the Caucasus Mountains has left my footsteps every night.

I smell the bloody smell carried by Night Breeze.The smell never went away.I feel sad for a while.This cycle goes on and on, with no end in sight.

After trekking in the forest for a while, I came to the edge of the cliff, which is the source of the bloody smell.Watching the same scene every night for 30 years, I let out a long sigh.

The man who was hung on the rocks of the cliff had his head bowed.On his chest and abdomen, blood and viscera were exposed, a mess of filth and stickiness, like a deer that was seriously injured and was dying.

Probably my noble father thought that I was the god of hunting, he was used to seeing wounded and bleeding prey, and he was used to seeing sacrificial fawns disembowelled, so he could complete the mission of healing this man without changing his face.

My father didn't know, I was getting more and more uncomfortable.

Both arms, shoulders, and legs were firmly bound by iron chains, and the man with his upper body in his arms remained motionless.He couldn't sleep, he couldn't move, he couldn't die.Are you unconscious now?

The moonlight is soft.I slowly raised my hand, stretched it towards his drooping face, and stopped before touching it.

It's okay if he's unconscious.I couldn't bear to wake him up too soon.

I looked at his slightly undulating chest, and there was a diamond nail on it, with a lightning-shaped mark, indicating that this was a punishment from my father.

The gaze moved down to the abdomen, yes.His liver was picked out again, and there was not much left.

I'm used to it already, haven't I?

I lowered my head, endured the severe trembling day after day, and took out the dew condensed from the laurel leaves of the temple from the pouch I carried with me, gently raised my hand, and poured it slowly on his bloody belly like a silk thread .

The miracle reappeared.The liver regenerated completely, and the terrible wound that had opened gradually healed.A moment later, a complete chest and abdomen was once again bathed in the moonlight, so strong and smooth, like fine marble—but it was destined to be brutally torn by the eagle's beak over and over again.

At this time, his chest heaved deeply a few times, and I could hardly conceal my sadness and raised my head, facing a pair of gentle and smiling eyes.

He woke up.Like every night, he smiled at me, enduring the severe pain and said softly, "Thank you, Artemis."