[Greek Mythology Saint Hades Mythology LC] Golden Age

It was late at night, and the bright moonlight was like the gentlest finger, gently stroking the cliffs of the Caucasus Mountains.The mountains and rocks are as holy as silver.It's like a veil of tranquility.

Silver sprinkling on my arms.I was carefully pouring the flowing water with radiant brilliance onto his bulging belly and pecked internal organs.

Miracles will continue as always.only----

I looked at his slowly rising and falling chest, and looked up.Look straight into his tender eyes.The clear moonlight fell into it, and those brown eyes were like deep streams, full of the most delicate silver sand treasures.

"You don't have to thank me."

I gave him a slight smile, and while carefully inspecting his wounds, I whispered to him the various events that happened in the Holy Land of Olympia as usual.

I can’t remember when it started, but I didn’t leave after his wound healed. I simply stayed with him until dawn and told him what I saw and heard——he was tortured and couldn’t fall asleep, nor did he lose consciousness. I was tied to the edge of the cliff all alone, and when I was conscious, what I could see all year round was this lonely rocky mountain.

In the Caucasus Mountains, there are lightning, thunder, cold and blizzards.Since there is still a scorching hot sun, why can't there be a peaceful and bright moonlit night?

The wind brings fir and thick black pine needles.There is no one here.Although human beings got the fire, they couldn't resist the extreme cold of the mountains. No one could see with their own eyes what kind of price the god who loved them so dearly paid.

The gods of Olympia still live in the worship of human beings, surrounded by flowers and delicacies, with a noble manner, condescending, bowing their heads and gently raising their fingertips to bless them—this is, God.Humans crawl underfoot longing to kiss the footprints.How could a god who was fanatically admired do this for the sake of human beings?

"...The three of them quarreled over the ownership of the golden apple, and finally heard that the prince of Troy would be the judge. I just don't know whether the prince will choose the supreme power, the invincible wisdom, or the most beautiful woman as his wife."

After I finished speaking, I saw him smile, and reluctantly said, "The wisdom that promises invincibility is indeed Athena's style..."

Even though he was suffering so much, he still smiled so brightly, which made my heart beat wildly.

However, I was still sad, so I had to turn my head slightly to cover up, staring at the mountain under the moonlight.

"Artemis..." He called me twice in a low voice.

"Huh?" I turned my head and saw that his wound had completely healed, and there was a faint red color slowly spreading from his liver to his limbs.

Finally, his lips were no longer pale as usual, but a rosy color emerged slightly.And those beautiful eyes also began to lose their clarity and sanity, glowing with a hazy water----"Artemis..."

I leaned down tenderly to listen to the whisper, a few strands of long black hair hanging down in front of his chest.

He gasped and tried to say to me, "You know...you...you are very beautiful...".

I was stunned at first, but then I understood.Because giving the golden apple to the most beautiful goddess does not have my share at all?

Think I'm upset because of this, so comfort me?

I moved my lips, but he had already lowered his head, completely drunk.

The most precious grape of Dionysus, the god of wine, a drop of sweet juice can make the wounded forget the pain and indulge in a dream.It works really fast.

Ugh.

Fearlessly defy the king of the gods and insist on spreading the fire to the world, you are bound here, and you will suffer endless torture day and night.I miss you so much, how can I have the heart to fight for some golden apples?

... I let out a long sigh.Reaching out, gently touching the ends of his hair, carefully removing the gravel and leaves mixed in his brown hair.

"Am I more beautiful than Athena in your eyes?" I whispered to him.Of course, he was already drunk and unconscious, how could he give an answer?

Press the index finger on the peak of his eyebrows, and outline along the direction of the eyebrows.His thick eyelashes drooped heavily.I think of the silver-gray wings of wild swans when they flap their wings, is it wet with dew?

Sliding down, the fingertips touched his thin cheeks, slowly stroking along the firm lines.Under the moonlight, his lips were sharp and extremely moist. I have never seen such a thrillingly handsome and gentle beauty.

I stared intently, and finally, without hesitation, I lowered my head and kissed her.

From a pious shallow kiss to an uncontrollable deep attachment.I swear by the moonlight tonight, the cliffs of the Caucasus bear witness to me, I love this man with all my heart.

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