Greek Mythology: The Spiritual Dominator

In the palace of Eleusis, the palace where the queen lived.

In the cold winter, snowflakes fall down and fall on the roof and ground. The cold wind outside formed convection with the fire burning inside the house, causing gusts of breeze. Through the window, Murtanella could see the guards guarding the outside.

They are all the elites of the kingdom, warriors who have reached the second level. Not only do they have extraordinary physiques that are not afraid of cold and heat, they can also use the energy in their bodies to temporarily increase themselves. They can also wear heavy armor and travel hundreds of miles, or even use bare hands. Fight and win against ordinary beasts.

In this era, they can almost be regarded as reserves for the top leaders of Eleusis, and after hundreds of years of development, this 'top class' may even be replaced by 'nobles'. Therefore, allowing them to act as guards was originally a status symbol, but the queen knew that they were not actually here to protect her.

On the contrary, they are here to protect this thriving country from being destroyed by themselves. And all of this is because of Metanella's complaints against the goddess of agriculture.

Everyone has 'forgot' the existence of the little prince, or in other words, more civilians don't know the whole story, but the queen is unwilling to 'forget'; everyone is grateful for the existence of the goddess, because she has prevented natural disasters. Horrible, but the Queen was equally unwilling to be grateful.

Even when she saw the citizens of Eleusis being grateful to Demeter, Metanera tried to tell them the truth behind it - she didn't expect people to understand her, but at least they should remember that Demophon died because of it, His name should not be unknown.

And from that day the queen was brought back to the palace.

Obviously, although Demeter herself had left the dead child behind and she did not want to recall the failed work, others did not dare to let the goddess's 'stain' spread. Even King Kelius gradually had some guesses about the whole story of that incident.

Although the goddess acted moody and regarded mortals as ants, if the 'ants' in her eyes did not hinder her, then Demeter would not actually do anything.

This is God's contempt for man as man's contempt for livestock. After figuring this out, although the suppressed pain in the king's heart was not erased, it inevitably made him let go of his worries a little. At least he understood that as long as he obeyed the goddess's will in everything, the same disaster would not befall his eldest son again.

Under such circumstances, he would naturally not allow any unexpected things to happen, nor would he allow Murtanella's remarks to affect the image of God in the eyes of the people, thereby shaking the faith of the goddess. So even though he understood the grief in the queen's heart, he still locked her in his palace indifferently.

He thought that time would smooth everything out, and the emphasis on his eldest son and family would gradually make Murtanella let go of his unrealistic thoughts. After all, the dead can no longer be restored, and the living must continue to live. But obviously, Cleus didn't know that for some people, the status of the living can never defeat the dead.

So on this day, when night fell, the queen dismissed all the maids who came to 'take care' of her, or simply to prevent her from doing blasphemous acts. She covered the window with a curtain and took out a box of incense that she had tanned by her own hands.

It was the result of two months of hard work by Murtanella. It was a spice made from a special formula. Take four parts and two parts of frankincense, benzoin, and incense respectively. One part cedar and ginger, with half vetiver, cardamom, cinnamon, juniper berries, iris and cypress, plus seven dried raisins, a few drops of wine, honey and lotus fragrance. With these materials alone, if she were not the queen, there would be no way she could put them together.

After having the raw materials, she processes them separately according to different timings and rituals. She crushes the hay and lets it sit in an airtight container for two weeks, then mixes it with essential oils, wine, grapes, etc. and lets it rest again. After a month of waiting, she finally made the finished product into incense sticks and stored them in a small box.

It is said that such incense can communicate with the gods - at least that is what the gods say. So now, Murtanella took it out and carefully lit it.

The firelight flickered for a moment, and then a faint mist spread around the room, but disappeared without a trace after extending to a certain distance. It seemed to be transmitted to some unknown place along with the queen's thoughts, carrying some of her will with it.

As time passed by, the night became darker and darker. Until midnight, when the incense was about to burn out, in Murtanella's expectant eyes, the void in front of him finally trembled slightly.

After a while, under the flickering candlelight, two existences that could be called 'dwarf' slowly emerged and solidified. They were two children who looked to be only ten years old, but looking at them, the queen only had scruples and desires in her eyes.

"It seems you are ready."

The boy spoke first, followed closely by the girl.

"Choose one of us."

Looking at the mortals in front of them, Volos and Eros said plainly:

"Then now...make your choice."

"This is your only chance in this life to take revenge on God."

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In the queen's chamber, the conversation was still going on.

This was not the first time that the two parties had met. In fact, she had already met these two child-like gods shortly after Murtanella was imprisoned in the palace.

In a simple demonstration, these two children, who were no more than ten years old, just shot a golden arrow, causing a determined guard to fall passionately in love with a stone and regard it as his only one. This horrifying scene not only chilled the queen's heart, but also convinced her of the other party's identity.

In the simple concept of human beings in Chaos, affecting people's thinking is a far more terrifying thing than killing a person's body. So without much doubt, Metanella concluded that the person coming was a god far more powerful than Demeter. After a brief conversation with the other party, the queen also understood what the other party meant.

They are willing to help her complete her revenge and take revenge on the goddess of agriculture - or in other words, helping her complete her revenge can achieve their goals, so they come here for this reason.

A golden arrow can bring irresistible love; a lead arrow can create intolerable disgust. They placed two arrows in front of the queen and asked her to choose one, and then give it a target - of course, this target must be related to the object of her revenge.

"I want to know...can you bring Demophon back to life?"

In the smoke rising from the burning incense, the queen spoke with hope. Although she had thought long and hard about revenge against Demeter, she still preferred to bring her child back to life if possible.

This is something far more meaningful than revenge. However, in front of her, the two gods who looked like boys and girls just shook their heads together, and then said in turn:

"As much as I want to say it, we wouldn't agree to it even if it were possible."

"Because we are not here to help you realize your wishes."

"But actually."

"We really can't do that."

It's like being connected with each other. Although each person speaks a word, there is no sense of separation in the sound.

Watching the queen's eyes change from expectation to despair, Volos and Eros continued:

"Because his soul is dead too."

"At least he didn't return to the spirit world."

"Divine power can do this."

"And no one will hold her accountable on a case-by-case basis."

"Now, make your choice - this is your only chance." x2

The last sentence, overlapping voices sounded in the room, bringing with it some echoes. And when the hope in the queen's heart was extinguished, the flames of hatred became even more intense.

In these days of being imprisoned in disguise, Murtanella is also recalling the events of that night. Her child was killed. Perhaps there was a reason for her interruption, but the essence of the matter was God's superior attitude. Demeter had never really been emotionally devoted to Demophon - and if she had, it was definitely not much.

She only regarded Demophon as her perfect work, and then it was natural for her to destroy this flawed creation. So the biggest punishment for such a being is naturally to let her have a descendant that truly belongs to her and will bring her eternal shame.

"I choose the Golden Arrow, Your Highness Volos."

Clenching her fists, the queen said word by word:

"I want you to shoot it into the ugliest of the gods, and give him the feeling of possessing Demeter."

"I want them to give birth to an equally ugly child together..."

"There is no such thing as an ugly true god, Mortanera. Even the most ordinary-looking true god would have a hard time describing his appearance as ugly."

Volos, who did not understand the existence of Hephaestus and carried a golden arrow, denied the queen's statement.

"Then I will like the most bizarre god with a cruel personality!"

Said through gritted teeth, Mortanera even looked at Eros aside. Or to be more precise, the lead arrows she carried on her back.

"If I could shoot her another arrow, she would hate that god from the bottom of her heart..."

"This is impossible. You don't have the ability."

He casually denied it, Eros looked a little careless.

"Our arrows are powerful because of revenge, and are not shot out of thin air. If you are also a god, the hatred of killing your son is indeed enough to use two arrows, and their effect will even be extraordinary."

"But unfortunately, you are just a mortal. So no matter how much hatred you have, you can only make one effective, and the effect it brings will not be permanent."

"..."

Silent, after being rejected repeatedly, the queen finally calmed down a little.

She looked at the twins in front of her, and an inexplicable sadness and anger arose in her heart. It's like this again, just like Demeter once treated her as if she was nothing, now, the two gods who came to 'help' her actually do the same.

They just use themselves as a tool...but maybe they no longer care about their own lives, so looking at them, Murtanella couldn't help but mocked:

"In that case, why do you want to appear in front of me? Do gods also need the help of mortals?"

"Ah--"

With a disdainful laugh, Eros paid no attention to the queen's intention. Boring mortals, meaningless emotions... Of course, they might have meaning to her, but Eros didn't want to understand.

She pulled out the golden arrow from her twin brother's back and threw it in front of the queen. The resentment in the other person's heart cannot escape her perception, so she will never give up no matter what.

"We will satisfy you—drench this arrow with your blood and with vengeance. When you have finished all this, we will finish the second half."

"What happens after that, just with you -"

laugh--

The golden arrow pierced the chest, but the queen seemed not to feel the pain. The blood gushing from her chest soaked the arrow, and the power contained in it seemed to be gradually awakened.

Strong hatred flashed through Metanera's eyes, not just for Demeter, but for all the gods. However, opposite her, the Eros twins who were watching all this were just shocked for a moment, and then turned a blind eye to it.

Her determination to express her hatred with her own life may also be because her husband and son bowed their knees in front of their enemies, causing her to give up hope in life. But the joys and sorrows of humans and gods are not the same, and they only think her behavior is ridiculous.

Can she prove anything? Does not. Her actions could do nothing but move herself and make her relatives sad.

boom--!

"Remember what you promised me..."

Falling to the ground, the queen's voice sounded intermittently, and finally disappeared. When the room became quiet again, Volos stepped forward to pick up the golden arrow, and then shook off the excess blood on it.

The twins saw clearly that when Murtanella lost her life, her soul left her body and went to the underworld. She will enter the world of spirits along the River Styx, where her memory will be washed away, and then she will be reincarnated.

This is why Gemini feels ridiculous about this. After all, even such blazing hatred has no meaning in the face of the laws of the world. By the time she followed the River of Oblivion to the Well of Reincarnation, those unforgettable memories had long since disappeared with the wind.

"Hmm...so if you choose one, how about Poseidon?"

Looking at Eros, who didn't know whether she was an older sister or younger sister, Volos suggested casually.

He had heard the name of this god before. It was said that his hobbies were a little different from those of normal gods. The spiritual world had already received many souls of his descendants. The forms of those gods are all very unique.

This was undoubtedly in line with Murtanera's requirements, so Volos thought of him first.

"I don't have any problem with it. She chose your arrow anyway."

"But then again...are you really planning to fulfill her wish?"

He responded indifferently, but regarding another point, Eros was a little confused.

Before coming, the man who seemed to be their father-god - or perhaps not - told them what was going on here and what they could get from Demeter on that account - but he said something like ' Threats' without getting them to act.

Therefore, although the queen had performed a lot before and showed her strong emotions, in fact, the Gemini had no intention of fulfilling this agreement from the beginning. They just need an arrow that can deter Demeter. As for the hatred of mortals, it doesn't matter whether they want revenge or not.

After all, the reason why they need 'revenge' is only affected by the law of conception. Because the trajectory of their original fate was different, the twins who were directly involved in shaping the divine body with the blood of the Heavenly Father were not only influenced by love and beauty, but also had some close connections with the power of the three goddesses of vengeance.

But after all, they are not the goddess of revenge, so they actually have no obsession with avenging others.

As for keeping one's word - unfortunately, newborn Geminis have no moral values ​​to keep one's word.

"Well - that's what I say, but Eros, can't we shoot him?"

Putting away the somewhat cleaner golden arrow, feeling the power gradually 'awakening' from the stimulation of hatred, Volos asked casually.

"It's just a 'suggestion'. We can threaten her, but it doesn't matter if we let her see the power first, right? Anyway, the goddess of agriculture doesn't know that I only have one golden arrow."

Opposite him, there was silence for a moment, Eros thought for a moment, and then nodded decisively.

"You're right, it should be possible...Yes, that seems to be the case!"

It sounds interesting, so why refuse? You know, although they are the twins of love and lust, they have not seen what true passionate love is like when they were just born. It would be good to see it now.

As for what will happen to Poseidon and Demeter, Eros doesn't care about that. Perhaps it was some residual influence from the original god's essence. Although the power was almost gone, a certain mentality still remained.

Just as gods view mortals, there is no difference between Demeter and Poseidon in the eyes of Eros. Even if they have powerful power, at best, they are just the difference between humans looking at cattle, sheep and ligers.

Opinions that are not of the same kind and are not of the same kind can naturally be ignored.

"Then let's go!"

His attitude changed, and he even began to urge. With a flash of void, the twin figures disappeared into the room.

The queen's palace returned to silence, with only a slight smell of blood slowly spreading out. And from beginning to end, they didn't take another look at the queen's body on the ground.

…

South China Sea, the palace of the Poseidon.

Holding his arms around the fish-man beside him, who was his descendant for who knows how many generations, Poseidon drank a sip of the wine in the glass and watched the dancing and dancing in front of him.

He is in a good mood now. The losses caused by the previous flood have finally been made up, and the human development on the island is not bad. Except that the Oceanic God System is still unable to defeat, there seems to be nothing that makes him dissatisfied.

Although he was not as good as Zeus, the king of gods, Poseidon felt that compared to Hades, his life was already very good, so gradually, the king of the sea became a little addicted to pleasure.

There are still many goals, but we can talk about them later. It doesn’t matter if we are happy for a day or two, so this kind of life has passed for a long time. Even if a premonition flashed through his heart that he didn't know if it was a warning sign, he still didn't notice it.