[Greek Mythology] To bind a lover or not to break up

Nyx pursed his lips, glanced at his palm, and rubbed his fingers.

Erebus' palm was still there, waiting for his choice.

With a slight hook on his lips, Nyx stretched out his left hand to meet his fingertips.

The corners of Erebus' mouth curled up, and then quickly flattened, not letting his emotions show.

Nyx tapped his fingertips on his palm, hooked it slightly, and found that his expression didn't change, he was a little confused.

Could it be that he guessed wrong.

Before he could continue to think about it, Erebus' fingertips also landed on his palm. I don't know if it was intentional, but the fingertips also hooked into his palm.

Resisting the movement of shrinking, Nyx lowered his eyes, covering his emotions.

A little itchy, not only the palms, but also the heart.

"Let's begin." Erebus spoke, his voice low and magnetic.

Putting aside his distracting thoughts, Nix started writing at the same time as him.

Ridicule, destruction and fate.

They are exactly the same, without the slightest difference, and Nyx can't help but wonder whether the other party's heart is the same as his, otherwise how can this coincidence be explained.

Erebus stopped as soon as he saw it, and retracted his right hand, his eyes paused for a moment on his suddenly lost expression, and he was in an excellent mood.

Nyx quickly put away the discomfort, and when he looked up again, he had already returned to his usual appearance.

Behind them, the three fruits bloomed a dazzling black light from the inside out as if they had been induced.Like a bamboo bursting, the crackling sound exploded in the air, taking away their sight.

Nix looked quickly, and saw three children in black clothes jumping out of it.

With a sweep of divine power, Nyx, the priesthood in charge of them, knew everything in his chest.

Ridicule, God of Destruction and Destruction, God of Fate.

Before Nix could say anything, the bodies of the three children in front of them suddenly felt melancholy, and they had changed from a child to a teenager.

With his supernatural power, he could tell that they hadn't really grown up. They hadn't grown up overnight, and it was impossible for them to change from children to adults. So it could only be their blindfold, and it was wrong to use it for him.

The leading child spoke. He was wearing a black mask, so he couldn't see his real appearance clearly, but his unique clear voice was like moonlight, beautiful and ethereal.

Just by listening to his voice, it is really impossible to guess that he is in charge of mockery.

"I am Momus, we want to settle on the earth alone."

"Why?" Nix raised an eyebrow.

"It's too dark in here," he replied, "and we'll suffocate if we stay any longer."

Moros was almost suffocated by what he said, kicked Karl behind him, and let him speak.

Karl is the God of Destruction, perhaps because of this, his physique is stronger than his two brothers, he was ordered in a crisis, he organized his language for a long time, and then said with trembling lips: "I like to destroy, and I don't want to cause harm to this place." After speaking, he wanted to move his eyes to the direction of Erebus to see if there was any problem with his answer.

Putting a hand over his eyes to prevent him from doing stupid things, Moros finally decided that it would be better for him to explain himself: "Yes, we want to see the outside world."

The world is so big, do you want to see it?

Nyx, even a fool, would have noticed something was wrong with them.

Is there anything that makes them unable to wait even one night, and must drag the child's body out of here?

"You guys haven't grown up yet, spend tonight first, and then talk about leaving." Erebus said.

Moros noticed his calm look and breathed a sigh of relief.

It seemed that they could at least stay here tonight.

Not giving his two brothers a chance to say more about their mistakes, Moros dragged them away.

"What's going on with him?" This behavior made Nyx think he was some kind of jackal, "Am I that scary?"

"Of course not." Erebus led him into the temple and said, "They are afraid of me."

Nix looked at him, but only saw a calm face.

Erebus' voice was calm, and he couldn't hear any dissatisfaction: "They think they are different from Charon and the others. As children who are only related to you, they are naturally afraid that their existence will cause my dissatisfaction."

Nix sneered: "They think too much."

Erebus asked back, "How do you know that you think too much?"

Nyx turned and tiptoed.He and Erebus are one head taller apart. In this posture, when looking up at each other, the breathing of both sides seems to melt into a lingering ball, enveloping them.

Erebus lowered his head, meeting his gaze, and his arms were involuntarily wrapped around his waist.

In this case, Nyx's appearance could not escape his sight.Whether it's the slightly raised corners of the eyes or the sly smile hanging from the corners of the mouth.

"What about you, do you hate them?"

The distance between the two sides was extremely close, and Erebus saw his lips parted slightly, and the touching voice circled around his ears, and finally got in, seeping into his mind and heart.

Did he do it on purpose?This idea turned around in my mind, and was finally suppressed by Erebus.

"Of course not." I will like what you like, and the same is true for what you hate.

After getting a satisfactory answer, Nyx stood up in time and turned around.

In the direction that Erebus couldn't see, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he was in a particularly good mood.

He seems to have guessed right, so it looks interesting.

"Since they want to leave, then let's go." Nyx said suddenly.

"Won't you be reluctant?" Erebus asked.

"They didn't miss me either." Nyx turned around, put his hands behind his back, and stared at him implyingly, "What's more, they don't want to stay with me forever."

Erebus wanted to ask who it was that stayed with him all his life, but in the end he hid his thought.

No matter who it is, the final answer will not change.

What does Nyx mean by just saying this?

Erebus carefully observed Nyx at this moment.

The black-haired and black-eyed god was watching him intently, and the black eyes seemed to contain everything.The corners of the eyes were raised slightly, leaving a red mark at the end.

At the moment when the eyes met, Erebus' heart moved slightly, and his legs couldn't help but stepped over and walked to his side.

A hand rested on his waist.The white and slender palm moved to his eyes, swiped left and right twice, and said, "You should go there."

Ever since they agreed on a partner agreement, they lived apart. At that time, Erebus deliberately chose a location that was relatively far away in order not to let him think too much.

By now, he would naturally be separated from Erebus.

The slyness in the black eyes could not escape Erebus's eyes. He suppressed the anxiety in his heart, and after answering, he turned and left.

After three steps, he paused and turned his body to look back. Nyx was still standing there without moving. After noticing his movement, he waved his hand.

Erebus subconsciously showed a smile. After realizing his reaction, not only did he not take back the smile, but his eyes became more tender. At Nyx's gesture, he turned around and strode away.

He didn't know which step went wrong, but he felt that something good was about to happen, at least for him.

Nix waited until his back disappeared before turning back, but he felt a little uneasy.

He discovered something that was very important to him, but not only did he not feel dissatisfied, but he was also a little happy.

With his appearance like this, it is possible to say that he was bewitched.

It must have been the atmosphere of the Greek gods that influenced him to have such discordant thoughts.

On the other side, the three of Moros chose the place farthest from Nyx in the temple, and they were discussing what happened just now with a serious face.

"Momus, can't you talk well?" Moros tugged at the top of his hair, a little distressed.

"I've been talking well." The mask blocked Momes' expression, but it didn't affect his poisoned mouth, "Moros, don't pull it, it's already ugly, and it's even uglier if you lose your hair."

Moros was silent for a while. He had seen his own face, and there was no problem at all, but he couldn't bear the fact that Moros had a wonderful appreciation ability. He didn't like ugly or beautiful ones, but he just liked those weird looks.

His mask wasn't for being cool or anything, it was purely because he thought it looked good.

"Your unscrupulous mouth that dares to say anything should wait until we go out, or I'm afraid you will be kicked out of the Far West." Unable to hold back, Moros asked Karl earnestly, "Karl, I hope you don't keep talking about fighting and killing, it is easy to cause misunderstandings, attract the fear of other gods, and cause fights."

Karl is quite obedient, but this kind of thing is out of his control: "But this is my godhead."

The conversation couldn't go on.

Moros was extremely distressed, why should he be the one who suffered the most among the three of them?

Forget it, there must be a smart guy among the idiots.

Momus endured his grief and indignation, and asked: "Anyway, before tomorrow, I hope that you will not be an eyesore in front of father, is that okay?"

"I know, I know, you said it several times when you were on the tree." Momus said impatiently, and couldn't help adding another sentence, "It's really annoying to talk too much."

One day he will be sent to Tartarus for not being able to speak.

Moros swears by his divinity.

He also knows that this is annoying, but the reason is not because the current situation does not allow them to disturb Nyx at will.

That great god seemed gentle enough to be harmless on the surface, but Moros could keenly feel the danger and possessiveness hidden under the calm lake.

"It's great that my father let us be born alone." Moros said with emotion.

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Looks like someone got it right (〃'▽'〃)

This Nemesis is not a child of Nyx, but the blood of Uranus.

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated [nutrient solution]:

I have 2 foreheads and 5 bottles; 1 bottle of white flowers;