Greek Mythology: A loving father and a filial son

After Dionysus, the half-body of Persephone, joined Mount Olympus in this world, after the meeting of the gods, Dionysus was ready to leave.

But a voice from behind Dionysus stopped him.

It was Demeter. After Demeter made a sound, the other gods left the place with a wink to make room for Demeter, her daughter and Dionysus.

Except that the other gods had almost left and the Pantheon became empty, everything else seemed to be no different from before the meeting of the gods.

Empty silence filled the Pantheon, leaving only Demeter and her daughter and the departing Dionysus. This majestic temple, usually a place where gods discuss matters, now seems to have become an independent pure land.

Demeter's voice rang out in the silence, and she called to Dionysus. This goddess in charge of agriculture and harvest had a soft smile on her face at this moment, and her eyes towards Dionysus were full of gratitude.

Dionysus turned and faced Demeter. There was a trace of surprise on his face, as if he did not expect Demeter to stop him at this time. However, he quickly regained his composure and waited for Demeter's next words.

"Your Highness Dionysus, are you willing to listen to me tell a story?" Demeter asked softly, her voice echoing in the empty temple, carrying a mysterious charm.

When Demeter was speaking, her eyes looked at Persephone next to her, with a hint of sadness in her eyes. Her hand gently stroked Persephone's black hair, her movements were extremely gentle, as if she were stroking a rare treasure.

Her fingers ran through Persephone's hair, and those soft golden hairs danced on her fingertips, like autumn wheat ears swaying gently in the sunshine. Her eyes were full of motherly love, a deep and hot emotion, like a burning flame, burning deep into her soul.

She gently held Persephone's cheek, and stared at her daughter with her deep eyes, as if she wanted to see through her soul. Persephone lowered her head slightly under her mother's gaze, with a complicated look on her face.

For the first time, Persephone discovered that her mother's face was filled with warm love for her. For the first time, Persephone felt her mother's love so clearly, so warm and deep. The emotion seemed to be a surging torrent, hitting the depths of her soul.

Her black eyes also had a trace of tears, and she looked at Demeter, as if asking her mother to give her strength and courage. Demeter smiled and gently wiped away the tears from her daughter's eyes. Her fingers were as gentle as the spring breeze, giving Persephone endless comfort.

"My daughter, you are my most precious treasure and the most important person in my life." Demeter's voice was low and full of power. Her words echoed in the temple, as if they were a kind of mysterious magic. It deeply comforts people's souls.

She held Persephone's hand tightly, as if to pass on her power to her daughter. She knew that Persephone was about to face major challenges and difficulties, but she believed that as long as mother and daughter worked together, they would be able to overcome all difficulties.

Demeter took a deep breath and began to slowly tell the story of the long-lost past, the story of how she deceived Zeus and gave birth to Persephone.

A long time ago, when Zeus became the third generation of God-Kings with their help, they lived happily on Mount Olympus, but the good times did not last long.

"One day, Zeus happened to meet me while wandering on Mount Olympus. He was deeply attracted by my beauty and elegance, and he couldn't help but ignited a blazing love in his heart."

The way Demeter tells her story is unforgettable. She stood in the center of the Pantheon, her voice soft and rhythmic, as if every word contained profound wisdom and endless emotion. Her eyes traveled through the fog of time and space, as if she had returned to that distant era and the moment she met Zeus.

"Zeus, as the king of the gods, is extremely powerful, but also a little willful and frivolous. And I, as the goddess of agriculture and harvest, am deeply respected and loved by the gods. However, on that day, But I became a pawn in Zeus's love game." There was a hint of bitterness and helplessness in Demeter's voice.

She continued: "Zeus turned into a bolt of lightning and descended into my palace. He deceived me with sweet words and once swore that he would only fall in love with me. I was fooled by his disguise without any doubt. I entertained him warmly and spent some wonderful time with him. However, it was all lies and deception by Zeus."

Demeter's eyes became firm, and she continued: "When I found out that I had been deceived, I was already pregnant with Zeus's child. This child was Persephone. Her birth came from a deception and betrayal. , but I did not resent Zeus or give up on this child. I chose to forgive and accept because I know the value of life and the greatness of maternal love."

Demeter's eyes turned to Persephone, her eyes full of love and tenderness. She continued: "Persephone is the most precious treasure in my life. I have nurtured her with my love and care, and I just want to protect her. She is smart, kind, brave, and the most perfect in my heart. daughter."

Persephone was filled with endless emotions as she listened to her mother Demeter's narration. She never thought that her birth would be such a tortuous and affectionate story. Her mother's tolerance, strength and selfless love made her feel extremely warm and at ease.

She felt guilty about her previous selfish thoughts.

She held her mother's hand tightly, her black eyes shining with determination. She seemed to be able to feel the strength and courage passed on to her by her mother, which strengthened her belief and determination. No matter what challenges and difficulties she faces in the future, she will face them bravely because she knows that her mother's love will always be with her.

"Mother, thank you for everything you have done for me." Persephone's voice was trembling with emotion, "I will always remember your love and repay you with my actions."

Demeter smiled and gently stroked her daughter's hair. She knew that Persephone had grown up and had become a strong, brave, and caring goddess. She was proud of her daughter, and at the same time gratified and satisfied with what she had done.

The mother and daughter hugged each other tightly, and at that moment, time seemed to stand still. The Pantheon is filled with deep and fiery maternal love. This love has transcended the mists of time and space and will be forever engraved in the long river of history.

Demeter continued: "Thank you, Your Highness Bacchus. I know your power, and I know that it is because of your existence that Boer will return to me so easily."

There was a hint of embarrassment on the faces of Dionysus and Persephone.

But after they looked at each other, they moved away. Demeter did not notice the little actions of Persephone and Dionysus.

Then Persephone also showed a smile and said quickly: "Yes! Your Highness Bacchus, thank you. If it weren't for you, I still don't know what the future will be like!"

Persephone's voice echoed throughout the Pantheon, her face glowing with gratitude and joy. She deliberately said that Dionysus' help in this incident was indispensable. It was his power that allowed her to return to her mother's arms and gave her full confidence and expectations for the future.