Do not wake up the gods of the abyss [Greek mythology]

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, as if the sky had torn a hole and poured all the water in Olympus.

The sky was gloomy, and the clouds were very low, so low that it became dark during the day.There is only a little light, illuminating the world washed by the heavy rain.

The luxuriant trees were beaten to death by the relentless raindrops, and the low trees could not escape the heavy net of rain, and they were so drenched that they couldn't lift their heads.The grass and wildflowers tried their best to retain the "soil" on the ground, but the mud was still taken away by the rain, leaving only winding "stains".

Tartarus walked in the mud, and the mud wetted the corners of his robe, leaving a few mud spots.He didn't care, fell far behind Apollo, went upstream, walked out of the dense forest, out of the deep mountains, into the fields, and into the village.

The rain continued, and the sky and sky were like black paint overturned by a goddess of literature and art, stirring thick juice.The water on the ground merged into a torrent, soaking the fields and destroying the houses.Homeless? People howling and crying in the wilderness.Their tears were mixed with the rain, and they couldn't see clearly; their cries were mixed with the sound of the rain, so they couldn't be heard.The color tone of the whole world is full-bodied black, very much like the color of Netherland, calling for painful death and endless reincarnation.

Tartarus pursed his lips, standing on the hillside? He didn't approach.

During the days with Apollo, there was so much peace and happiness that he even forgot that weak human beings also have feelings of helplessness and despair.

They cannot withstand natural disasters, such as this flood.

They desperately strive for survival, but in the end they can only cry to heaven.

However, the gods will not be sympathetic to their experience.Because the world is natural, there are floods and droughts, and the life and death of a human being is simply insignificant.

Tartarus stood in the rain, the "expression" on his face was exactly the same "relentless" as the pouring rain.

As far as the eye can see, Apollo has been surrounded by the group of vigilant refugees.He has a handsome face, a noble temperament, and clean clothes. He doesn't see a trace of embarrassment in the pouring rain, and he doesn't hide his "uniqueness".

What did he seem to say to those refugees? The refugees? They got together, whispered, discussed, and introduced a representative to talk to him.

The distance was too great for Tartarus to hear what they said.His ears were filled with the sound of rushing rain, and he couldn't help being a little distracted, thinking of the lively? Atlant?, the hearty? Tyran, and the infatuated? Admetus... those human beings Without exception, they are weak and small, but they have abundant emotions and determination to create a better life.

He cherishes them very much, but he will not change their destiny rashly.The thread of every human's destiny should be held in the hands of the three Moiras. It may not be a good thing for the favored human beings to fiddle with the spinning wheel of the goddess of fate.

Tartarus wanted to? Don't? Stop Apollo, if Apollo intended to help those refugees?But in the end, he didn't take the step of blocking it, because he believed that Apollo had a sense of proportion, and he didn't respect Apollo's choice, and he didn't want to deprive those refugees of their chance of survival.

Apollo's reaction let him know that his decision was not wrong.

In the sky full of rain, Apollo waved out a pile of materials for building canopies, and the young and strong men among the refugees picked up wooden stakes to build canopies one after another.Apollo handed the shovels to the young women and asked them to wield the shovels to shovel out the stagnant water in the canopy.

The canopy was built, and Apollo added a "shelter" of the god of light on the top of the shed to prevent the fruits of labor of the refugees from being washed away by the rain.The refugees were so grateful that they knelt in the rain and shouted the name of the god.

"Thank you Abyss God? Asylum!"

"Thank you Abyss God for sending an envoy to come to us!"

"I would like to worship the God of the Abyss forever, in order to repay the god's favor!"

Those cries overwhelmed the sound of the rain and reached Tartarus? He was taken aback when he heard it.Before he could confirm again, he saw dots of power of faith sinking into the grass like fireflies, flying into his arms, and disappearing without a trace.

...It turned out that Apollo was actually spreading faith to him.

In this way?

When Tartarus first woke up, he heard Eros mention this matter, and also shared what he had seen and heard over the years from Apollo.

It's just that in Apollo's description, there are fragrances of flowers and plants, sweetness of grapes, softness of cakes, sunshine, and laughter, but there is no misery and mourning in front of his eyes.

He used to yearn for the place where Apollo once walked, but he never thought about how a group of people who live and work in peace and contentment have so many beliefs?If you want to gain the faith of human beings, the icing on the cake is obviously not enough, you also need to lend a helping hand to them in times of distress.

So all these years, what Apollo has gone through is not the colorful "world" at all, but the miserable "purgatory".

He could have walked in the warm sunshine, but for him, he walked into the rainstorm.

At that moment, Tartarus seemed to have squeezed a lemon in his heart, and the acidic water splashed in all directions, making it impossible for him to avoid it.His? Nose was sore, his eyes were?

The wind is howling, the rain is so heavy, the feet are all muddy, and every step is a splash.

Apollo heard the sound, and as soon as he turned his head, he was embraced by Tartarus.

It was a? Wet?, full of rain? Embrace.

Or an irrational, emotionally intense embrace.

Tartarus hugged him too hard, and Apollo staggered from being hit by him. He took a step back and subconsciously hugged his lover tightly in his arms.

"...Tal?"

The rain crackled and smashed out puddles. In the noisy sound of the rain, Apollo did not miss Tartarus' violent heartbeat and his disordered breathing.He didn't ask why Tartarus came, nor? Didn't ask? Why did he hug himself suddenly, he was just gentle? Silent, stroking his lover's rain-wet? hair with his own dry?Take a look, drying his curly black hair under the action of divine power.

This? The hug lasted several minutes.Suffering? People looked at each other, not understanding this? Black-haired? Where did the man come from? Why did he suddenly hug the God of the Abyss? The envoy of God.But judging by the angel's reaction, it didn't look like he was angry, but it was very useful.They didn't dare to disturb the two male gods, and they also remembered what they hadn't finished? Thanks, hesitated, and waited in the rain.Or did Apollo give the leader? The man a? look, signaling him to lead the man into the canopy, and only then did he make room for the two male gods to be alone.

The footsteps faded away.

Apollo thoughtfully lit a cluster of fires in each of the canopies.

The firelight illuminated the canopy, and also the warm eyes of Tartarus.

Tartarus was like a well-haired cat. He let go of his fingers on Apollo's clothes and slowly withdrew from his lover's embrace, but stubbornly looked at him with a pair of serious blue eyes, and looked at him. He confirmed: "You do this every day? Night? Without sleeping??"

Apollo didn't want to be known by Tartarus, but Tartarus had already found out, and he didn't intend to hide it: "Not every night. If he hears a wish, he will act." His tone was understated, without any intention of asking for credit.

Tartarus wanted to hug him again.

He endured it and didn't let himself be too clingy.

Tilting his head to look at him: "Abyss God? Messenger?"

He didn't quite understand why Apollo wanted to fabricate such an identity for himself.

Apollo just laughed.He bent his knuckles and touched his lover's soft cheek: "You are mine? God."

His voice was like a sigh, as soft as his movements, like pure white feathers scratching Tartarus' face.

Tartarus: "..."

The unresponsive? Tartarus? rarely? flushed, red like a ripe?

It was raining in the sky, the ground was accumulating rainwater, and Tartarus' eyes were also accumulating water, sparkling in the silent night.

"Reciprocity, should I also believe in you?" Tartarus asked?

He looked so serious, as if he was really thinking about the feasibility of this matter.Apollo loves his serious? appearance, and loves his efforts to respond to his? warm heart.

Nothing can convey his love for him better than the closeness of lips and teeth.At that moment, Apollo no longer abided by the agreement of "only one kiss a day". He bowed his head, grabbed Tartarus's hair, and pressed him to himself: "Be good Tartar. As a reward, I give you a kiss." ? Blasphemy? Chance."

His? Voice hoarse, as if to seduce him.

It was not the first time that Tartarus "blasphemed". Hearing this, he approached him with ease, and put a cold kiss on Apollo's lips.

Tick ​​tock, rain falls.

Gentle, but unstoppable.

Apollo's eyes darkened, he turned his back on the guest, pried open Tartarus' jaws, and turned the shallow peck into a passionate kiss.

The rain is so cold, but their kiss is hot.

After the kiss, both of them were a little out of breath.

Apollo was still immersed in it, his?fingers ran through Tartarus's soft?hair, and rubbed on his lover's?neck?, gently and softly, provoking his?emotions, not letting him calm down.

Tartarus didn't refuse him either, he was like a lazy cat enjoying Apollo's caress comfortably.Even in such a tender? scene, his?face?still had no expression?, but his slightly narrowed?eyes betrayed his rare?laziness at the moment.

A chuckle came into his ears, and Apollo asked? He: "Do you like it?"

Tartarus has never known shyness: "Like it."

Looking at Apollo again: "You can kiss again!"

His eyes were filled with anticipation, and Apollo couldn't refuse, so he gave him a superficial peck kiss.

After kissing back and forth several times, Tartarus still showed no signs of physical collapse, and Apollo knew that his efforts had paid off.

"Soon, Tal. Soon, we'll be kissing as much as we want," he said.

His voice was not heavy, and it fell into Tartarus' heart, but it seemed to sow a handful of seeds and bloom quietly.

The vitality of the flower is extremely tenacious, and its roots are constantly expanding, and they are on his heart.

Crisp and numb? It feels wonderful, but not annoying.

Tartarus knew that what Apollo did? These were all to make him recover as soon as possible.

Although he doesn't like Apollo approaching human suffering and despair again and again for him, he can't live up to Apollo's intentions.

"I'm looking forward to it," he said.

"So, if there is such a thing in the future, let's do it together."

If not together? In the sun, at least in the relentless? Rainstorm, he was with him.