Greek Mythology: The Spiritual Dominator

Time passed by in a blink of an eye, and several months passed in the blink of an eye.

The weather is getting colder and the situation in the Kingdom of Eleusis is getting more difficult, but this does not affect Demeter in the palace, and her life remains the same.

Although there was not much food left, King Kelius did not reduce the meals for Moir even if he cut his own expenses, so the goddess did not notice any special changes at all.

In this case, she didn't need to worry about anything. Demeter just followed her own rhythm, anointing the little prince with holy food during the day, and then burning him with sacrificial fire at night.

The flames burned away Demophon's original blood and bones, and the vitality brought by the holy food allowed new ones to continue to grow. The goddess's ceremony went very smoothly, except that it made her a little tired, there was nothing wrong with it.

The same was true on this day. The prince fell asleep bathed in the flames without feeling any pain. Beside him, Demeter was concentrating on baptizing his body.

The night was dark, and the palace was completely silent. Only the crackling sound of the sacrificial fire could be heard throughout the house. Everything was the same as before.

Until a certain moment, a knocking sound came from near the door.

"Dong dong——"

"Dong dong dong——"

"Moir, are you there?"

There was a slight knock on the door, but it was very clear in the quiet room.

That was the voice of Queen Metanera. Her tone was a little nervous and a little anxious, but she still didn't speak loudly.

She hoped to get some response, but after a while, there was still no other sound in the room.

Demeter, whose mind had already been placed in the little prince's body, did not notice the visitor at all. She just continued her work. Most of the flesh, flesh and bones have been replaced, and there is not much left.

And the target of today's sacrificial fire was Demophon's still pink cheeks. The goddess's fingers gently traced across his face, and mysterious changes followed.

From now on, the power of the world will no longer be able to harm him. Even the influence of divine power will be greatly reduced, and it will no longer be possible to kill him easily.

…

Outside the house, Murtanella was hesitant and worried.

There was a bright light in the wooden house in front of me, which proved that the people living here were probably not asleep yet. But there was no feedback to her about her call.

The queen did not know the identity of the person in the house, or in other words, even if it was her husband, King Kelius only guessed about Moir's identity. However, as the most powerful warrior in Eleusis, it must be extraordinary to be able to prevent him from noticing strange existences, so he repeatedly told everyone in the palace not to disturb each other easily.

Her husband's warning finally made Murtanella realize the difference in Demeter, so logically speaking, she should not disturb this mysterious existence in the middle of the night, but today was an exception.

Not long ago, the queen woke up from her sleep and suddenly missed her child. She went to the room where Demophon usually stayed to visit her youngest son, whom she had not seen for a long time, but it was obvious that there was nothing there.

Just like every night for the past few months, the goddess had taken him away, leaving only the small wooden bed.

Metanera was a little flustered for a moment. She didn't know where Demophon was now. But she soon remembered that her child was left in the care of the mysterious guest by her husband.

So when the queen who hurried over saw the still bright fire in the house, she felt a little relieved.

Maybe he was just brought to his room by Moir. After all, it was impossible for outsiders to break into the palace, and they didn't have any enemies outside... But despite this, Moirtanella still knocked on the door. .

Just confirm it, or apologize seriously later... The queen thought this, so she stood in front of the door and knocked on the wooden door again.

"Dong dong——"

"Dong dong dong——"

"Moir, are you there?"

"..."

"...Moir? Is Demophon here with you?"

However, there was no response, and it was as if there was no one in the room.

"...Moir, if you are here, if it is inconvenient for me to come in, then please respond."

Murtanella asked again, but there was still no reply in the room. Apart from the sound of the wind, only the sound of the burning fire could be faintly heard in the night sky.

After asking several more times, the queen hesitated for a long time without responding. The longing for her youngest son finally took over, and with the sound of the wooden shaft turning, the queen pushed the door open.

She walked into the house carefully and looked at the scene inside. Almost immediately, she spotted Demeter standing in front of the stove.

"Huh - Moir, so you are here."

He breathed a sigh of relief, as long as he didn't fall asleep yet. So Murtanella took a few steps forward and asked with a smile:

"Moir, why didn't you respond to me just now? I thought -"

"..."

"..."

"..."

"……ah!!!"

In the city of Eleusis under the starlight, a sharp scream pierced the quiet palace, and almost the next moment, the lights everywhere were lit one after another.

The guards woke up one after another, and some of those who were still patrolling immediately set off. They didn't know what was happening, but the queen seemed to be in danger. And deep in the palace, hearing his wife's shrill and desperate voice, Cleus also stood up from the desk. The powerful warrior subconsciously pulled out his bronze sword, but the next moment, he froze in place.

The king, who had already touched the edge of the legend, easily judged that the source of the sound was in the palace, or even not far away. And that place is where the existence that is suspected of being a god lives.

In an instant, all kinds of emotions flashed through my heart. He wanted to draw his sword and step forward desperately, but all kinds of old rumors emerged one after another.

Kelius didn't know why everything turned out like this, and why the queen provoked that mysterious existence, but if it was really a god, then the consequences of angering her would probably be the destruction of the entire city-state.

The king began to hesitate. He felt as if he was carrying a heavy burden. As the son of the first city builder, Cleus, who followed his father to open up a new city, did not really care about his own life or death. However, when his death was not only useless, but would also cause greater disasters, the courage to draw the sword suddenly came from him. I retreated in my heart.

What's more, he also had two sons and four daughters, which made the king extremely confused... However, before he could really make a decision, the next moment, a terrifying momentum exploded again from the place where the sound came from.

The huge pressure covered the entire palace, stopping the guards patrolling everywhere... Feeling the aura that he could never resist, the king couldn't help gritting his teeth and walking in that direction.

Now, he is the only person in this palace who can still move freely. Cleus moved forward despite this terrible oppression. No matter what, he always wanted to know what happened... No matter whether the result was good or bad.

…

"Crack-"

"..."

"Crack-"

"..."

In the room, the goddess's hands were caressing the baby's face. The faint sound of fuel popping in the fire seemed to be ringing in my ears all the time, like a tune without a rhythm.

But it happens every time, and Demeter has long been used to it. Even vaguely, when she seemed to hear some other noises, she didn't pay much attention.

It is just a kingdom of mortals. No matter what happens to them, it has nothing to do with the goddess. For her now, completing the baptism of Demophon is the key.

The happy life in the past made her not feel that anyone would disturb her... It seems that it won't be long, at most in a few days, this mortal descendant will gain immortality and be with God from now on...

"..."

"Crack-"

"..."

"..."

"……ah!!!"

Suddenly, a sharp cry suddenly came from the ears, and the goddess who had been concentrating suddenly woke up. The fiery emotion contained in this voice frightened Demeter for a moment, and her men could not help but tremble in consciousness. Following this, the power to protect the little prince also shrank.

So the next moment, loud crying sounded in the room.

"Wow--!"

Even if it is only for a moment, the pain caused by the fire still wakes the baby from his sleep. He began to cry loudly to express his dissatisfaction, and at the same time, the queen suddenly realized that her child was still alive.

Her eyes widened suddenly, and the queen seemed to have forgotten the threat of the flames. She rushed forward and picked up Demophon from the fire.

When she felt the normal skin of the baby in her arms and his loud cries, Murtanella finally breathed a sigh of relief, and it was only at this moment that she turned to look at Demeter who was standing aside.

The queen has realized that maybe the other party is not plotting to kill Demophon, but is doing something else that she doesn't understand.

Maybe this wasn't such a bad thing... Thinking of this, she planned to make some excuses for her impulse. But when Murtanella raised her head, what greeted her was just a pair of cold and indifferent eyes.

At this moment, the queen felt that the other person was not looking at a person, but at a grass or a pebble. She wanted to say something, but the other person spoke first.

"Mortal, do you know what you did?"

After recovering from the previous shock, Demeter's calm voice sounded in the room.

Opposite her, the queen panicked and wanted to explain:

"...Moir, I didn't mean it, I just..."

"You have disturbed my ritual, mortal... His face will be forever marked—like a sinner's."

Calmly narrating, at this moment, boundless anger rose from his heart, but this anger was not for the little prince, but had another source.

At this moment, Demeter suddenly realized that she didn't seem to like this child that much. She was a little confused and didn't know why she felt like this, but when she said the words and looked at Murtanella's reaction in front of her, the goddess suddenly understood something.

After hearing Demeter's words, the queen showed no disgust on her face. Although she was a little regretful, she would not change her feelings for Demeter because of this, but the goddess would not be like this.

She likes this child, but what she likes is a perfect son who has no flaws and was raised by her. It was a shift in longing for his daughter and a reflection of jealousy towards the son of Leto, the goddess of conservation.

He also had no strong power, and was even forced by Hera to have no way to go to heaven and no way to enter the earth. But Apollo was so excellent. In contrast, Demeter could only let her daughter hide in Tibet, and even In the end, he couldn't escape.

He is just a mortal... Even if he is a prince, what is so special about him as a god?

He just appeared in front of the goddess of fertility at the right time, and then gained her love. But he was never irreplaceable, especially at this moment when cracks appeared in this supposedly perfect masterpiece.

The goddess has never experienced the games of later generations, and she will not know how upset and dissatisfied a person who is about to pass a level perfectly will feel when facing a low-level mistake. She only knew how much energy she had invested before, and how high her desire for destruction was now.

"Sorry, Moir, I didn't know you were doing it for him—"

"enough!"

In front of Demeter, Metanella still wanted to explain, but the goddess no longer wanted to hear it. The queen's voice only made her feel bored. The more she cared for the child, the more the goddess realized that the other person was a mother and she was not.

So this pretending game is over... now that it's no longer perfect, there's no need for it to exist.

So the next moment, the holy power that reached the realm of demigods suddenly spread out, instantly covering the entire Eleusis. The light that had just been lit was instantly extinguished, and looking at the queen who was being crushed to the ground, Demeter's appearance also began to change.

Aging recedes and youth returns. Wearing gorgeous jewelry on her body, the attire of a god replaced that of a mortal. At this moment, the goddess who revealed her true form was so eye-catching, so noble and inviolable.

However, in the eyes of Cleus who finally came outside the door, the goddess showing her true appearance at this moment was so terrifying. The pressure from the essence of life made him feel scared, but the king still took a step forward and tried to calm the other party's anger.

"Your Highness, I -"

"I am Demeter."

The king's voice was interrupted. Looking at the two people in front of him, the goddess's voice was like eternal ice.

"I am the main god of Mount Olympus, the god in charge of the growth of all things."

"Stupid mortals...you have made a big mistake."

"I could have given your beloved son immortality, but now, he cannot escape death!"

Silently, the vitality in the baby's body that was originally used to resist the sacrificial fire suddenly boiled. It was originally a treasure coveted by mortals, which could bring the old back to youth and the dying to recover from their injuries. But now, its power was like deadly poison, taking away Demophon's life in an instant.

The baby's cry stopped suddenly, and the queen's eyes, which had been pressed to the ground, suddenly opened wide. She put her cheek in front of her youngest son, but now, he was lifeless.

"No--!"

A shrill voice sounded in the palace again, but this time, the goddess didn't even look at her.

The gift of Demophon only started with one thought, and it should naturally end with one thought. So she looked at the king outside the door, quietly waiting for his reaction.

Facing Demeter's gaze, Cleus's hands clenched tightly. His wife's reaction made him realize something. He even put his hand on the sword at his waist for a while, but in the end, the king put his hand down.

He knelt down on one knee, next to the queen. Then with a slightly trembling tone, he expressed his unwavering intention to the god in front of him.

"...Thank you for your gift, goddess. If this is your decision, then this is the best fate for him."

"very good."

Nodding, Demeter's mood gradually calmed down as her anger was vented. Looking at the king in front of her, it was not that she couldn't feel his pain and resentment, but the goddess didn't care.

Not every mortal is as powerful as the man who wielded his sword against the Son of God on the day of the great flood... What's more, even that human being faced only a demigod, and a being like Triton, even if he didn't... He is good at fighting and can be easily erased by the goddess.

So at this moment, Demeter felt a trace of pity in her heart - she had just caused the result herself, and now she couldn't bear it. This seemed contradictory, but in fact it was not contradictory.

The human heart is always so complicated, and the gods of Chaos are no different from humans in this respect. Standing in the house, Demeter thought of a lot, including the scene when she first came to this city, when she was warmly welcomed by the king's daughters, the first time she saw Demophon, and she recalled that when her daughter was sad, she was The scene of an old servant in the palace making someone laugh with a joke also reflects the happy life in Eleusis these days.

Looking at the queen who fell to the ground and lost her voice in despair, a sense of superior charity arose in Demeter's heart. No matter what, she is just a mortal.

The reason she'd bothered her was her ignorance, and now she was paying the price.

So looking at the king in front of her, Demeter slowly spoke:

"Your queen disturbed me, mortal king, but I graciously pardoned her sin. And since the sin is over, your merits should not be erased."

"Starting from tomorrow, send your other son over. Although your second son has no chance to be with God, but your eldest son, I will still give him the glory that is closest to the gods."

"..."

The blood seemed to have turned cold, and Kelius opened his mouth, but no words came out for a while.

He didn't know that Demeter didn't plan to do anything this time, or even really planned to give some reward. He just thought that he was going to lose another child. But in the end, the king just bowed his head slightly.

"Your Highness, thank you... thank you for your gift."

Waving her hand, Demeter turned around. Baptizing the prince was already tiring, and everything that followed made the goddess even more tired.

So she walked towards the house and lightly ordered the two people behind her:

"That's it for today... I'm tired, you can leave."

"...Yes, Your Highness."

In response in a low voice, the king pulled up his absent-minded wife and silently exited the room.

He wants to bury his child...even if he comes to this world for only one spring and autumn.

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Hades.

The pastoral of truth.

Compared with the difference on the ground, the core of this underworld has become a little more lively.

Over the years, the cold winter in the world has become more and more severe, and a large number of mortals have died as a result. And because human beings have reproduced so fast and violently in recent years, the vast majority of human beings actually have little faith in God.

Therefore, in accordance with the agreement between Zeng and the gods on earth, a large number of human bones came to the underworld. The original damage caused by Gaia was quickly made up for, and even more so.

At this moment, Hades was sitting quietly on his throne in the Palace of Hades, enjoying rare delicacies in the desolate Hades, and beside him, Persephone was also sitting there.

Demeter's worries were justified. Her daughter inherited her beauty and was even better than her predecessor. But at this moment, contrary to the expectations of many gods, this goddess who had been in the underworld for more than a hundred years had no intention of being forced, or to be more precise, she was in a good mood.

And the reason why she was in a good mood was naturally the cold winter on the earth that was affecting the world.

"Um?"

Suddenly, Pluto on the throne let out a cry. He put down the cup in his hand and looked up.

However, he could not see through the ground. He only vaguely sensed something. It was a newly deceased person who had no faith... However, what surprised Hades was that the breath was definitely not a god, but it probably didn't look like a mortal either. .

Beside him, Persephone was not surprised by this. She just tasted a piece of fruit casually, and then asked:

"Why, has another powerful mortal died?"

"Then go ahead. I have no interest in holding a corpse..."