[Greek Mythology Saint Hades Mythology LC] Golden Age

The Caucasus Mountains are thundering and lightning tonight.Long lightning bolts tore open the sky, and the loud rumble was like a father's rebuke to those who did not obey him.

I looked at the man who was locked on the cliff, his limbs seemed to be twitching in the lightning, and he firmly grasped the skirt.

Amid the thunder and lightning, I ran to the edge of the cliff quickly.Seeing the shiny diamond nail piercing his breastbone, it was extremely ferocious and bright in the night of thunderstorms--it also printed my own pale face.

On the chest and abdomen, the same internal organs were exposed, stained with blood.

He didn't faint, and opened his eyes slightly.

Still with the same smile, he said in an inaudible voice, "Thank you, Artemis."

It took all my strength to force a smile.I wanted to quickly take out laurel dew to heal his wounds, but at this moment, a lightning bolt illuminated the surrounding cliffs like daylight. kind of pain?

My actions are faster than my thoughts.In an instant, before the lightning was drawn into the cliff, I had already raised my hand and laid down the enchantment of the Moon Brilliance Ring.

The tranquil silver aperture cuts off the world of lightning and thunder outside.This is one of my natural abilities - pain relief.Although it is usually used to appease women in childbirth----

Refusing to think about my priesthood again, I looked straight at him with concern.He breathed more evenly, and his pale face and lips gradually eased a little.

Then, those chestnut eyes full of warmth opened, and he smiled at me still.Tired yet grateful.

"Artemis..." I leaned over his lips, and then I heard him say weakly, "Don't stop your father from punishing me."

I shook my head and said resolutely, "I healed your wounds, and I am here to hide from thunder, lightning and heavy rain. Father will not blame me."

After finishing speaking, I still took out the small skin bag containing the laurel dew, and carefully poured the transparent liquid on his wound——at a speed visible to the eyes, his chest and abdomen recovered.

However, I myself began to hate my behavior: I treated every day, just to get torn apart again the next day!Tomorrow, tomorrow night—what shall I see again?

Outside the barrier, thunder and lightning strike.And I don't want to rush back to my warm and comfortable temple at all.

At this time, his best friend, Athena.Is my sister, the goddess of wisdom and war, also in the temple, enjoying the honor and offerings offered by humans?

He, like my sister, has a visceral, deep love for humans.And he, for the sake of human beings, sacrificed so far——I looked at him with many scars, but I never asked him whether it was worth it or not.

Because, his eyes.Those eyes, which are naturally gentle, looked directly at the lightning bolt and the wrath of Zeus, the god of the universe, so bright and resolute, uncompromising --- so brightly quenched, deeply pierced into my heart.

Human beings, how lucky, how lucky, to be loved so deeply by God.