After being sacrificed to Eros [Greek mythology]

Persephone finally did not let Hades go to catch fish.

She is no longer the wayward little girl in her mother's arms, she doesn't know how to hypocritically ask for nothing when she sees it.

The so-called catching fish is just a few jokes with Hades.

Hades is too serious, too silent.

Most of the time, she was the one who deliberately led him to speak, lest the two of them would be speechless and he would stare at her.

At this moment, the black mist of Hades wrapped around her armpits, like vines, lifting her in mid-air.

"Hades, put me down."

Persephone has no strength in her body, only her toes barely reach Hades's instep.

Under the blessing of his powerful divine power, she was as tender as a newborn baby... She didn't like this feeling of being without a place.

But on the contrary, Hades never tired of it.

He raised his head and licked her lips, as if tasting the sweetness in the stamens of a spring flower, cherishing it but reluctant to enjoy it.

"Persephone, you may not believe me if you tell me, but from the first time I saw you, I thought you should be my queen of the underworld."

Persephone frowned, and looked at him tortured.

What does it mean to feel at first sight?Does she look that much like a dead bone skeleton?

If these words were uttered from other male gods, it would definitely make people feel glib and disgusting.

But Hades is different.

What he said was full of sincerity... a dark sincerity that came from the abyss.

Persephone's tone turned cold, and he said after a while, "Thank you. But this honor is really too much to bear."

Hades sighed softly, and put her down carefully, but still did not let her clean feet step into the mud at the bottom of the stream, but held her waist, letting her step on his insteps.

The breath around him was originally cold, but perhaps because of the warmth of the stream, the warm and cold sensation from the soles of Persephone's feet was just right.

Even with such a movement, Persephone still couldn't look at the tall male god. She still had to tilt her head slightly so that her forehead could barely touch his chin.

After close contact, the smell of Hades' body faintly penetrated the tip of her nose.

That smell is not the soft fragrance of young people, but it is not cold and emotionless, it is closer to the dull sandalwood of old people, mature, low-key, easy to ignore like air.

Hades lowered his head, rubbing the strands of hair around her ears, and said in a low voice, "Does it really make you so wronged to be my queen?"

Persephone's heart moved, and he couldn't help raising his eyes.

The plains and wilderness are full of bright colors, but Hades's eyes contain a lot of sadness.

He just stared at her like that, without blinking, every strand of hair was soaked with uncontrollable longing for her.

Persephone was momentarily in a trance.

As the breeze blows, a pure lily blooms on the bank of the stream, reminding her of the time when she first saw Hades...

Before meeting Hades, Persephone's life can be described as ignorant and carefree.

She is the favored daughter of Demeter, the goddess of agriculture. She picks flowers and soaks in hot springs with her female companions every day. She never thought that she would have anything to do with the terrible word "underworld".

Until that day, she saw a lily in the valley.

The flowers bloom by the quiet water, the color is as light as water, and the melted moisture by the river turns into mist, adding a layer of illusory color to the petals themselves.

Persephone was fascinated at the time.

She was not fascinated by the lily itself, but seemed to have a mysterious force that drove her to go deep into the stream to pick that lily.

However, no one thought that that delicious flower would be a vicious trap.

Just when Persephone's hand was about to touch the lily, the ground cracked suddenly.

The power from the abyss burst out from the depths of the ground, and a black carriage rumbled up.

It's Hades.

He is like a cold scythe that harvests souls. As soon as he appeared, the sky was immediately shrouded in smog. The surrounding flowers and grass all died in large swaths as if poisoned, and the fish in the water turned their bellies and floated lifelessly to the surface of the river .

Persephone was instantly petrified.The air-conditioning was like a tornado, freezing all the bone marrow in her body and snatching away her sanity.

Amidst the rumbling black thunder, she raised her eyelids and saw Hades clearly for the first time.

His appearance is definitely not cute, like a skeleton sleeping in a tomb, coming down to the world menacingly in a burial quilt.

With his arrogant cold eyes, he seemed to be able to sting anyone with a single glance.

In the gust of wind, Persephone felt that every tiny blood vessel was shivering and shivering.

She kept backing away, but her ankles were entangled by the thin ivy roots, and she fell powerlessly to the ground.

The ivy also spread out from the cracks in the ground, filled with the evil venom from the underworld, no matter how hard Persephone struggled, she couldn't get rid of it.

Hades was slowly approaching her with the dead man's carriage.

The female companions were all scared away by the strong wind and dark clouds, and only Persephone was left alone, crawling at the feet of death in an extremely small size.

At that moment, the tears in her eyes condensed into ice balls.

She really thought she was going to die.

However, Hades did not give her death like he gave death to flowers, plants and fish.

With a wave of the black mist in his hand, the ivy entwining her immediately withered away.

Immediately, his hands wrapped around her waist, and carried her into the black frame.

The ground seam closed again.

Persephone was thrown into a cave.

In fact, she didn't know if it was a "cave" or some other place. It was dark all around, her eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of blur, and she was suddenly in a dream. She couldn't see anything clearly, she couldn't feel anything. The coldness poked her nerves.

Persephone desperately slapped the four circles of icy walls, calling her mother Demeter's name constantly.

But her divine power was so weak that she didn't make a sound until her throat became hoarse, and no one knew she was here.

Hades came the first day and brought her some food.

Hard bread, rye wine, raw peas.

That's right, it's a sacrifice for the dead, so unpalatable that even the dead won't eat it.

He came the next day and quietly threw some clothes to her.

The clothes were ragged and ragged, as if they had been ripped off from a leprosy patient.

Persephone, of course, would not wear it.

He asked what her name was, but she gritted her teeth and refused to answer.

Hades pulled her out of the dank corner, with hands as rough as iron hoops, he raised her chin coldly, forcing her to open her eyes to look at him.

Hades' voice is very thick, so thick that it hits the soul directly, and it has the power to penetrate the eardrum.

He threw her a word, "Don't fight against me."

Under the overwhelming power of Hades, Persephone couldn't move her limbs.

Her chin hurt so much, her eyes hurt so much, it seemed that every inch of her skin that he touched seemed to be chapped.

Persephone whimpered.

Her round dark blue eyes were filled with tears, and she stared fearfully at the man in front of her... She couldn't speak, because he pinched her too tightly, and any more strength would strangle her to death.

That soft whimper, permeating the darkness, sounded like a ghost howling to Persephone herself.

She had never been so embarrassed and ugly crying in the mud.

However, this whimper touched Hades' nerve, and he let her go suddenly.

He froze for a while, then took off his robe and threw it to her.

Persephone cast a cold glance, but did not appreciate it.

On the third and fourth days, Hades still came to see her every day. Every time he stood beside her aimlessly for a long time, and then spoke to her coldly and abruptly.

She didn't answer, and he left angrily as if angry.

After a few days of suffering like this, on the eighth day, Persephone was stroking around the way to escape when she suddenly saw the black door slowly opened.

The imposing figure of Hades stood before her, holding a long stick in his hand.

Persephone was taken aback.

The wooden stick was sharp and studded with canine teeth, which had a cold glow and barbs.

Her skin turned cold almost instinctively.

Hades was finally about to force her into submission.

Unexpectedly, the man with dark eyebrows and eyes, without saying a word, just grabbed her hand and firmly stuffed the wooden stick into her palm.

"This is for you, Persephone."

He did not know where to find out her name, and took a hoarse breath, "If you are angry, hit me once. If you are angry again, hit me again."

It took Persephone a few seconds to understand the man's intentions.

Is this an apology and flattery?

She didn't want to hit him, she just wanted to get back to the ground, to go back to her mother.

"I want to go back." Persephone couldn't hold back her tears, and said bluntly to him, "Hades, you are the lord of the underworld, what can you ask for? Please send me back, If my mother can't find me, she will feel anxious and painful, and her heart will be broken."

The grief and indignation accumulated in her heart had reached the extreme, Persephone gritted her teeth so hard that her teeth were about to shatter, but she couldn't control the chills on her body.

Out of deep fear of Hades, she dared not flog him even if she had a stick in her hand.

She just wept uncontrollably, tearing Hades's skirt with ten fingers like tearing at an enemy, in order to vent a little bit of pressure, so as to maintain her final sanity and not go crazy.

Hades let her beat and scold him.

But he was like an unmoving wall, no matter how the southeast and northwest winds blow, his heart was as cold and hard as iron, unable to be shaken halfway, trapping her firmly.

"I will do whatever you ask for, even if you want my soul, I can put both hands in front of your eyes."

Hades grabbed the girl's hysterical wrist, "But Persephone, I will not let you leave me. By the Styx, never."

Persephone's eardrums were pierced by these swear words, and she only made her sneer.

robber.

He is a robber.

After an unknown amount of time, Persephone was finally tired.

She leaned against the man's arms exhaustedly, her eyelids were heavy.

But she also knew that she couldn't sleep.Once she falls asleep, who knows what that man will do to her.

But his embrace was so firm, like the tentacles of a nightmare, constantly eroding her lucid mind and pulling her to the brink of confusion.

"Sleep if you want to sleep."

Hades patted her on the shoulder, sneaked into her dream and said to her, "Don't worry, I won't do anything to you."

There is no distinction between day and night in the underworld. Persephone felt that she had slept for a long, long time, until her limbs became dull and numb, and finally opened her eyes again.

Hades has been watching by the side.

He built a small barrier around her, like a jellyfish's pearly film, blocking all outside sounds from entering her sleep and disturbing her...including himself, that's why she slept for so long.

If he said he wouldn't touch her, he really wouldn't touch her.

Persephone sat up slightly, the man's eyes were as cold as water, as if he was a ruthless dummy, completely opposite to the fact that he forced her to marry her into the underworld.

"You've been here all the time?"

As soon as she opened her mouth, she realized that her voice was a little hoarse.

Hades nodded.

He still didn't show too much emotion, he just pulled out his sleeve calmly and handed a throat lozenge to her.

"Eat this, it will be better."

Persephone curled her lips, and took it half-believingly.

The lozenges melted in her mouth, giving off a sweet taste, like a burst of clear spring soaking her dry throat.

She held it silently.Hades just looked at him.

Persephone was a little puzzled, how could such a god of dead bones and scum have such incompatible things as "sugar".

"I still have."

He said at this time.

Hades wanted to offer another one, but Persephone shook his head and refused.

She still resisted him very much, and drove him away in a low voice, "Go out, I want to be alone."

Hades stood up, paused, and froze again.

His Lingling voice rang in her ears, "I'm leaving, what if you cry again?"

Persephone asked back, "If you want me not to cry, why don't you send me back?"

Hades shook his head coldly, "Impossible."

Persephone snorted.

Forget it, whether she cries or not has nothing to do with him.

Hades' gloomy eyes swept away from her several times, and sat back beside her again, "I don't have tears, but seeing you cry is quite uncomfortable."

While speaking, she slightly unbuttoned her clothes, and said bluntly, "...it's uncomfortable here."

Persephone glanced contemptuously, saw him pointing to his heart, and sneered, thinking it was the words of the male god Meng Lang.

She is the jewel in the palm of Demeter. She grew up spoiled and loved. She has pursued her male gods from Olympus to Athens.

She has seen too many such unsophisticated love words.

She is familiar with routines, if she answers "why", the other party will definitely say "because you live here, so whenever you are sad, I will be sad too", etc., it's all greasy.

Persephone deliberately blocked his words, "Then you are in pain. I still cry when I feel bad, this is my right..."

Before he finished speaking, Persephone suddenly caught a glimpse of a small pinhole on Hades' skin.

It is hard to say whether it is a pinhole or some other hole. The area around the wound is not red, but is filled with thin and faint golden spots of light mist, appearing on Hades' body that is a combination of death and darkness, it is too unexpected.

Persephone's pupils widened.

She is too familiar, this is the imprint left by Cupid's golden arrowhead.

That's it, that's it.She also wondered why Hades suddenly became interested in her. It turned out that it was the Golden Arrow who made the trouble.

"Hades, listen to me,"

Rational thinking returned to his head in an instant, and Persephone wished he hadn't seen the trace of the golden arrow earlier.

She felt that she was a wrongly robbed bride, as long as she explained clearly to Hades, he would not force her to stay.

"You were cheated, you think I'm not bad, it's all because of the illusion that the golden arrow gave you."

Hades narrowed his eyes, obviously unfamiliar with the term Golden Arrow.

He had a conflict with Zeus back then, and in a fit of anger came to the underworld to rule the underworld. For so many years, he lived in seclusion, hid in the tomb and looked up at the earth, and was separated from the gods of Olympus for a long time.

He didn't care about what happened outside, or what new gods were born, and naturally he didn't know the reason behind the golden arrow.

Persephone explained the power of the golden arrow from beginning to end.

She didn't know how Hades got hit by the golden arrow, maybe he came out of the underworld with a carriage, just in a state of confusion and ignorance.

Just because I saw her picking flowers by the river for the first time, the fiery love was ignited by mistake.

Hades listened for a long while, and his face became more and more gloomy, and in the end he was almost dripping water.

what is love?

With his current consciousness, he couldn't understand it.

He knows life and death, understands the principles of all things, knows witchcraft, and understands people's hearts, but he doesn't know what love is.

If love were embodied in a human being, it might be Persephone—the person he wanted but couldn't get.

Persephone reminded him, "...so you send me back, I will find the God of Love for the antidote, and come back to save you."

Hades was twitching his chin thoughtfully, when he heard the sound, he slowly turned his head and gave her a deep look.

That gaze was still unfriendly, full of plunder and gloom, as if to say: If a golden arrow is not a golden arrow, what does it have to do with me sending you back?