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Persephone was awakened by a strange scent. The complex spicy smell invaded her tongue forcefully from her sense of smell, irritating her with sticky eyelids to the point of frowning.

It's hard to say what the composition of this smell is. It's sweet, but it's spicy and bitter.It finally mixed into an air-swallowing aroma that dragged her into some strange chaos.

Persephone woke up frightened by this offensive smell, opened his eyes and saw himself lying on the golden bed, and saw that the familiar living room was full of smoke, and even the color of the fire was smeared, and there was a kind of A dreamlike strangeness.

She felt that her mind had become dull, and she had to hold her breath to regain her normal thinking ability. Is this on fire?

Then she saw a tall figure with his back to her, the familiar black mist robe was loosely draped over his bent body, the lines of the folds were blurred in the fragrance.

Persephone saw him lowering his head and fiddling with an incense burner with two ears, pouring the spices from the small oval clay pot into it, and then a thick mist of fragrance rolled away.

And in front of him, there were at least seven or eight incense burners of similar shape, with different scents lit by flames.

She moved the eyeballs that were about to shed tears from the smoke, and saw two or three large stoves that could burn spices piled up at the door.

Did Hades fall asleep before he woke up?

Smoked so thickly in such an early morning, let alone people, she saw a few ghost heads strangling out of the clay tablets piled on the table, pinching her slender neck like a thread, panting with difficulty. , The scent makes ghosts suffocate.

Dizzy, she reached out and rubbed her sore neck, sat up and shouted, "Hades, what are you doing?"

No matter what he was going to do, she had to interrupt his murderous behavior first, so that she could take the opportunity to sneak out to take a few breaths of fresh air.

The rosin of the flames and the damp corridor wind have become life-saving straws at this moment.

Hades apparently stopped pouring the spices, his expression blurred in the smoke, and he seemed to be thinking about how to answer her question.

Persephone couldn't take it anymore and covered her nose, "I'm going to wash up, you're busy."

She asked purely politely, getting out was more important than getting an answer.

Persephone lowered her head to look for the sandals that were still by her bed. Last night, Hades had been pestering her for an unknown amount of time. In the end, she really had no choice but to call the mural attendant outside the door.

They actually ran over joyfully, respectful to her.

She asked them to move Hades away, and the group of servants who were afraid of Pluto had no objections at all. One of the wine boys even made a drinking gesture and told her that Hades was drunk.

Persephone thought that he was full of alcohol, and he didn't know how much wine he had drunk to be so stupid.What's even more strange is that God can get drunk?

She thought that gods were invulnerable to swords and guns, and everything was invulnerable.

Moreover, when he was drunk, he actually had the bad habit of taking off his clothes and sticking to his thighs. In the future, he had to prevent Hades from drinking, the wine was too bad.

Before going to bed, she tossed and turned, recalling what happened at the reception banquet, but her memory was so chaotic that she couldn't figure it out, and her head hurt when she thought about it for a long time.

In the end, I can only sigh that she is a human being among these gods, like an unequal meeting between species, and the gods can blow her away with just a breath.

Therefore, no matter how incomprehensible many things are, they can only observe more and talk less. After all, who knows if a word will trigger the death button and blow her to pieces.

After putting on her shoes, Persephone stretched out her hand and walked out holding a big mess of long hair.

There are new flowers and leaves in the hair that need to be combed, otherwise, once Hades' black mist touches her, the flowers will be like overgrown creepers, crawling directly from the back of her head to her ankles.

She doesn't mutate and doesn't mutate a little bit of good ability. She doesn't feel attracted to all the flowers but not the fruits.

Persephone narrowed her eyes and walked forward in a thin mist, and grabbed a few small yellow flowers in her hand, which were hard...hard?

She handed the picked flowers to her eyes and saw that the pods of the vetch were immature and hairy dark green, hidden under the flowers and egg leaves.

Persephone paused. This was the first time she had plucked out flowers with fruits in her hair. Her first reaction was not the panic that her hair had evolved again, but the smell of stewed ribs with peas.

The second reaction is, could it be that the black mist has absorbed too much and her brain is so nourished that she can really farm?

Persefin didn't look at the way and bumped into the door. Just as her forehead was about to make intimate contact with the golden door panel, a warm palm was already in front of her forehead, helping her to block the impact.

She was suffocating, her face was covered with incense by his hands, and when she struggled to ask Hades to spare her life, she saw the god in front of her wearing a crown of dry pomegranate branches, with a few strands Curly hair tangled on branches.

He was smoother and more gorgeous than ever, with a conspicuous gold necklace on the brand new white inner robe, a flower branch garnet armband wrapped around his bare right arm, and a pair of simple gold bracelets on his wrist collided with a pleasant sound.

The gleaming, fully armed gold mobile cabinet was so grand that she felt like she was looking at a top luxury item that could move.

Hades withdrew his hand. He leaned against the door and lowered his head to explain calmly: "The smell of incense helps God sleep peacefully."

It is more helpful to deepen the communication between believers and God.

The morning sacrifice begins with a glass of wine and incense for the sacrifice.

When Persephone heard it, did he suffer from insomnia again?Last night, I slept almost like a coma, but I woke up early in the morning to find a way to sleep.

God's brain is hard to guess, Persephone only knows that if she burns so much incense for a long time, she will be poisoned or die from lack of oxygen.

But the words can't be too straightforward, so I can only advise him with a crooked voice, "It's too wasteful to smoke so much. If you really want to sleep with one smoke, it's almost the same. If you have too much, you won't be able to sleep."

Hades' dark eyes revealed secret excitement, "Ointment from Egypt and spices from Delos are not precious, and my gold veins cannot be burned. You don't like their fragrance because you want to cherish wealth for me? "

He ignited spices from more than one origin, and poured almost all the most expensive and blended spices into the furnace, which was his sacrifice after becoming a believer.

Sensing the other party's enthusiasm in an instant, Persephone thought about what she said, and she really cared too much about Hades.Her words immediately became straightforward: "There is no other meaning, it just smells bad."

Although we know that the road to drawing arrows is hopeless, but the struggle is endless, and what should be hit still has to be hit.

Hades fell silent.

Persephone was still worried that it was not strong enough, so she continued her efforts, "Really, it smells bad when it is extremely fragrant, you smell it."

Hades maintained the same posture, but the excitement just now had disappeared, and even the hair on his head seemed to be drooping.

Persephone nodded in satisfaction, and then went to pull the door knocker, but found that it was too heavy to open, and she would not be able to hold back her cough if she didn't go out to breathe.

The god leaning on the door finally moved, and he stretched out his hand to help her open the door. Persephone didn't bother to thank her, and almost scrambled and ran out.

And Pluto, who was dressed in formal attire and covered in gorgeous screens, stood at the door and watched her back as she ran away, his disgust was fully revealed in her running away.

After standing for a long time, he finally lowered his head and smelled his clothes. The smell of the incense was extremely strong and not stinky.He thought hard for a long time before finally deciding

She refused the items he prepared for the first sacrifice.

Persephone yawned lightly, and then saw two mural attendants walking towards her with water bottles and basins, and they were about to bend over to face her.

Just like the programmed program code, they hold the basin high and will not shake their hands at all.

She was still not used to this kind of evil life where everything was taken care of by others, and she had to wash her hands quickly, hoping that they could go back to rest on the mural as soon as possible.

The breakfast didn't change much, and the diet menu here seemed to come and go with only those few items. As soon as she picked up the bread to eat with cheese, she saw Hades, who had disappeared for a long time, walk in from the door.

Behind him was surrounded by a dozen attendants, who were carrying a slaughtered cow, its limbs were wrapped with green flower branches, the cowhide was covered with gold leaf, and its horns and limbs were wrapped with thick gold ornaments.

Persephone choked on a mouthful of bread, not knowing what he was going to do for a moment.

Hades, who was covered in black mist, stood in front of the bonfire pit, asked his attendants to set up the black iron grill, and put the cattle on it.

Persephone looked at how the bull's head stood upright and stared at her, as if he was dying.She ate the bread with difficulty, feeling her throat burn.

With his back turned to her, Hades stretched out his hand and sprinkled the roasted barley flour on the bull's head, and muttered a few words in a low voice.

Like words of prayer.

Persephone stretched her ears to listen, but she couldn't hear clearly, as if she vaguely heard her own name?

Maybe it's an illusion, but it's more the sound of butter being thrown into the fire.

She looked at the scene in front of her in puzzlement, and the bread in her hand suddenly became stale.

The gloomy fire, the dead roasted cow, and the gods entwined with the breath of death are quiet and eerie, as if some kind of ominous and evil scene is pulling back the frightening curtain, revealing the thick claws that devour flesh and blood.

Persephone held the bread and sat on the chair blankly.This early in the morning, Hades did such an incomprehensible job.

Soon the smoke from the roasted cow filled the air, and Persephone was so smoked by the smell that tears came out of her eyes.

She hurriedly held a piece of bread and sat sideways to avoid the wind, only to see Hades turn his head and look at her. He was standing by the fire, but he was still as gloomy as the skin of the night, without the slightest sense of brightness.

Persephone didn't know, so he looked at him, and finally couldn't stand this awkward silence, so he could only greet him with a panacea: "Have you eaten? Do you want some..."

She spoke a few minutes later before thinking of his food.

"Eat some ambrosia." This is the name of the god food.

The gloom that seemed to be parasitic on Hades' brow left with her perfunctory greeting, and he waved the smoke to Persephone, letting her continue to enjoy the incense.

Then he said in a humble and submissive manner: "Does this smell good?"

Persephone didn't see that his attitude was about to be gentler than that of the mural attendants at all. She was stunned by the fire smoke, her eyes were hot, and she had difficulty breathing.

Is it a question of whether it smells good or not?Even though he was dependent on others, he wouldn't be so cruel to others.

Persefin's brain became hot, and she stood up abruptly, the trembling in her voice could not be suppressed, and the words were almost gritted through the gap between her teeth.

"Very well, it is good for your physical and mental health to smell more yourself."

After she finished speaking, she covered her face and nose, turned around and ran away. A horrifying thought flashed through her mind, could it be that the Arrow of Eros turned Hades into a pervert and wanted to take the sadomasochistic route.

For example, if they don't get you, they will torture you.

Or kill you if you can't get it.

Persephone trembled with fright, and ran even faster.

Hades stood quietly and stared at the back of her running away, the fire of the roasted cow reflected in his eyes, like a piece of dull cold iron lifeless.

After a long time, he looked down at the carefully selected cow. The gold leaf had melted and disappeared. It was full of burnt meat and stretched out its ferocious head. It was extremely heroic and produced a lot of incense.

This is a perfect sacrificial animal.

But his sacrifice was rejected again.

Persephone watered some of the peas in the clay pot, a wide-mouthed round bottle of cold water.

She knocked a crack at the bottom to leave a water outlet, and then, accompanied by Aiakos, went to the gate to dig a pot of soil-grown bean sprouts and put climbing sticks on them.

There was no sun, and she wasn't sure if the only fruit-bearing plant would survive.She tried to feed it with some black mist in the morning, but found that it only grew small tendrils.

Still just one unripe pea pod.

With a head full of wild flowers, it was hard to grow a plant that looked edible. Fried peas, fried pea sprouts, and boiled pea pods aroused her enthusiasm for planting.

After pouring water, Persephone continued to study words hard.

She picked up the reed pen, pierced the text, and then wrote it on thin papyrus for review.

Several judges and waiters were busy processing a large amount of documents, and Minos would go out from time to time, and it was said that he was going to judge the guilty souls and decide whether they had to go to Tartarus.

Persephone couldn't help but look around while writing. Hades had disappeared for most of the day, and he wasn't seen at lunch.

It was the first time he had been away for so long since they met.

Thinking of his weird appearance in the morning, she worried whether this guy was holding back some big moves and waiting to explode.

Radamandas walked up to Persephone, where several large pottery vats were placed. When he bent over to get the information on the dead souls of Asia Minor, he suddenly heard the girl who was typing carefully asked: "Where is Hades going?" Overseer?"

The throne room where they were located was some distance away from the reception hall, and a bang, bang, bang, bang, bang could be heard vaguely. It was the construction team rebuilding the damaged reception hall.

Radamandas heard her voice almost as if he had heard an order, and they made a round of the reception hall yesterday.

When they saw the shattered wine jars, everyone's face turned bad.Wine can cleanse the animals sacrificed to the gods, and Hades is covered with wine.

Hades washed his body with wine and offered himself as a sacrificial animal to his goddess.

And they, the group of secondary gods who survived under the theocracy of Hades, were forced to put them on the goddess's sacrifice table one after another, and let her slaughter them.

This made it difficult for them to defy Persephone's inquiry, let alone lie easily.

"Reconstruction is Daedalus' task, and Hades is on patrol."

Persephone felt that the judge's attitude was really gentle, so she nodded and thanked her.Then he breathed a sigh of relief and lowered his head to continue writing, and just returned to his original nature and went to work without getting nervous.

When she was tired of writing, she just glanced at the pea shoots, the green and lovely leaves and the thick yellow flowers were very eye-catching.

She checked the flowers and found one that seemed to have long bean potential.

But how on earth did this thing grow out of her hair.Ask Hades for an answer.

Persephone's hands touching the flowers froze suddenly, and she realized that she had really started to rely on Hades, and he was the first thing that popped into her mind when something went wrong.

She hurriedly worked hard to continue studying, learn more, and kick Hades out of her head quickly.

Taking out a new piece of papyrus with new characters on it, she skillfully poked the entire line of characters that flew up at the beginning.

Passionate lover...

Persephone was unprepared, and a love poem was stuffed into her mind.

Quickly drive the carriage of longing to moisten my holy chest.

Enthusiasm is enthusiasm, but it is not suitable for learning serious knowledge.

Persephone rolled up this new learning material with a blank expression and put it in a place where he would not take it by mistake, and then sighed.

Very well, she learned another rare phrase, holy chest.

The carriage of Hades was speeding in the dark underground world, and the howling dead souls saw the carriage avoiding one after another. Hades, pulling the reins, hid most of his face under the black cloth cap, and looked at the ghosts indifferently.

Instead of screaming all the time, they squatted obediently on the barren and poisonous land, staring blankly at the slender seedlings growing out of it.

The screams of the underworld disappeared a lot, and he was not disturbed excessively when he was sleeping yesterday.

When he woke up, he saw that the bed was covered with flowers, and Persephone was sleeping peacefully on the edge of the bed with her pink arm leaning against her side.

Wild flowers bloomed wildly from her long hair that fell under the bed to the golden gate, and the vitality in her body became fuller.

The more believers there are, the more powerful the god is.

Like an evil god, he lowered his head and kissed the flowers on her hair, his body seemed to flow like a burning river of Flegret, the lava flowed from the heart to the indifferent limbs and bones, and finally the heat fell through his breath. onto her skin.

This uncontrollable emotion feeds the arrow of love, causing the pain in the chest to intensify.

Hades endured the severe pain patiently, and after sticking to her side for comfort for a while, he began to get up and clean up the flowers all over the room. After cleaning up, he went out to prepare sacrifices.

Then he found that the dead souls in the vast land around the palace of Hades had quieted down. He saw a large dark land through the brass wall, and vigorous vitality emerged from the soil full of death gas.

The vitality soothed the painful undead, and they surrounded a new seedling in twos and threes, and got temporary peace without crying.

Vitality has been enshrined by death, and has been able to grow freely in this land belonging to Hades.

Hades drove out to patrol, and recorded how many territories of death were robbed by the overflowing vitality of Persephone.

His car stopped at the Acheron River, and Charon was carrying the dead souls. When he saw Hades, he immediately stopped paddling, lowered his long head and said respectfully, "Hades."

Hades didn't look at him, but patrolled the river, recorded the number of unearthed seedlings before galloping across the river, and he gave an order.

"If you see plants on the ground blooming deep in the ground, don't disturb them, and don't discount the stems and leaves."

It would be very uncomfortable for the gods' territory under the theocracy of death to be occupied by the theocracy of the earth, but Persephone's priesthood undoubtedly belonged to the land of light.

Charon looked at the sparse flower seedlings by the river, and obediently slowed down his paddling, so as not to splash the river and drown the newly born seeds.

Hades went up the Acheron River, and the violent speed soon brought him to the Phleger River. He inspected the scorching land here, but found no vitality for survival.

The boiling magma couldn't keep Persephone's power alive.

Hades took out the slate, drew a map of the spread of power on it, and then circled the Flegre River, which is a dangerous area for seeds.

Seeing that it was about the same time, Hades put away the recording board and was about to drive the black horse back when he heard something looking up at the thick layer of soil above his head.

The singing of the madwoman marched joyfully on the earth.

It is the believers of Dionysus who are worshiping the gods, the son of Zeus who often wanders in the realm of life and death, always accompanied by the human beings who worship him.

worship.

Hades thought of Persephone's rejection of his sacrifices. Did she accept Demeter's sacrifices for a long time, so she didn't accept sacrifices from new believers?

The more sacrifices she accepts from a believer, the more she will hear the voice of that believer.

And she doesn't accept his daily thought of offering sacrifices. The worst result is that Demeter will have the opportunity to call her in the future. His voice is not as loud as the god of Saturn, and he can only watch her leave here.

Hades looked at the top of his head with gloomy eyes. In the darkness, his eyes passed through the stone layer, peeling away the power of Gaia that restrained his vision, and then stretched out his slender and dry palms, as if trying to grab something. a tug.

The earth opened a huge mouth of the abyss, and the mighty song and dance team screamed and fell into the endless darkness.

The goats were the first to fall to Hades' feet. The sheep bell rang loudly, and the goats fell dead.

Soon a few leopards rolled down with the car, and the god sitting in the car lay drunk on the ground.

The corolla on his head was eroded into dead leaves by the black mist, his flushed cheeks bloomed like Aphrodite's roses, and the wine on his lips had a psychedelic aura.

Even if he fell into the ground suddenly, he still looked lazy and didn't wake up.

Hades stood on the carriage, looking down at him coldly, his tall and tall body seemed to be frozen in the boundless darkness, so cold that it made people shudder.

The leopard that emerged from the black mist trembled, and immediately lay down and pretended to be dead.

Hades called him without emotion: "Liknitus."

Dionysian's ecstasy-like expression was poured with a cold breath by the sound of death, and he sat up straight after being stimulated, and the little fighting malice that he had shared from Ares was also aroused.

Death is born with restraint of chaotic enjoyment, and comes with the decadence of despair.

Relying on the wine jar he was carrying, he used a vine cane to push away the black mist, "I don't like this name, Hades, is it a lack of servant who dragged me into the deep underworld?"

Hades is not easy to fool at all, "You are leading your believers approaching the road of Hades. It seems that you are here to visit me. I just saved you a footstep."

Dionysus smiled: "I came to deliver the wine with a friendly heart, and by the way Zeus asked me to bring greetings. When the moon of Pianopsision comes and the day when the seven stars fall, will you return Demo? Lord God of Ter."

The time of winter plowing on this day is also the time when Zeus leads the wind god to arrange clouds and rain, moisten the land and wait until the seeds germinate.

Hades stretched out his hand, and the black mist climbed onto Dionysus' staff, and after a while of erosion, the wood turned into rotten dregs.

And the black mist, like a snake sticking out its fangs, has climbed up the neck of Dionysus.

Dionysus put away his smile, watched the majestic Lord of the Underground walking slowly from the carriage, bowed his head to this little god, and said word by word: "Tell me!" Demeter, the temple of Persephone will be built underground and received worship, if she wants to offer sacrifices to Persephone, she can bury it underground, and I will help her get it."

After finishing speaking, Hades raised his head, as if issuing a divine judgment that cannot be changed.

"She belongs underground forever, and belongs to me."

Dionysus heard the meaning, and he would not return it, and Pluto wanted to take it for himself.

He touched the black mist on his neck, and his dexterous tongue, which could talk about life and death, also restrained, worried that if he said too much, he would leave his head in the underworld.

Regrowth can be painful.

Hades turned around indifferently, just as he was about to leave, he thought of something and came back to Dionysus again.

He looked at Dionysus with cold eyes for a long time, and finally asked softly: "Do you have a way to please the gods, or a sacrifice to make the gods happy?"

Dionysus: "..."

The author has something to say: I didn’t write the "holy chest" I wanted to write and sighed helplessly. I will find time to correct the typos. The main reason is that I don’t have time to post it without going through it. There will definitely be mistakes.