dress as hades

Hades stood alone in front of the window that occupied half of the wall, staring blankly at the outside.The coldest and deepest cold season in the underworld has come. All the plants have lost their leaves, and their bare branches are twisted into various strange and hideous shapes, as if they are struggling towards the sky.

All sounds and movements seem to be separated by an invisible membrane, and there is a quietness around.It's as if the world is fading and everything is going back to silence.

There was a gust of wind blowing, and quickly lifted up the screen beside the window, and his long hair draped behind him.The endlessly fluttering window screens and sea waves rolled over at a glance, and the golden embroidery on it reflected a little golden light into Hades' eyes, and the emerald eyes rolled.Glancing over it, he was slightly taken aback, and there were some scenes of the banquet of the gods embroidered on it.

That was a long, long time ago...

I don't know when, the gods began to fall asleep one after another, and one temple after another was closed, like tombs that would never be opened again.

Maybe there were signs at that time, but they didn't pay attention.

Ethical ties between many gods are weak, and blood ties are not strong.They don't care about the affairs of other gods, and they don't let other gods explore themselves too much.So they went to silence one by one without any gods paying attention.Later, the glory of Olympus could no longer hold on, and the decline of faith accelerated the dusk of the gods.

The gate of Olympus was shut heavily, and amidst the harsh creaking sound, the gods were silent, and the age of the gods began to fade away.

At the beginning, some gods were reincarnated, hoping to rekindle the faith and save the former glory.

But they all fell silent afterwards.

Hades may not have cared about it at the beginning, but as he became closer to the law, he began to gradually understand what was beginning.

But he can only be silent.

Watching the gods fall into eternal sleep,

Watching the closure of Olympus,

Watching the struggle of the gods.

The world of the gods is becoming more and more desolate, and the gods of the underworld cannot escape such a fate.

Yesterday, the god of death and the god of sleep returned to the twin wombs together, sealed off the gate of the temple, and fell into an eternal deep sleep.

There will be no more banquet of the gods.

After the strong wind passed, the long hair fluttered back and forth a few times, and then stuck back to the back.

Sudden pain hit.

Stretch out your hands to support your unstable body on the wall, the pain comes from the deepest and innermost place, so you have no chance to avoid it.In the place where the depths of consciousness spread, there was a place that had just been broken and scattered, and a part was missing, and the disconnected place was dripping with blood, and the pain pierced my heart.Even if the blood is temporarily stopped, the coldness of death permeating from the wound has been stinging and tormenting you without stopping for a moment.

He bit his lips tightly, blocking all the pain and subconscious calls for help.Even if the blood is dripping, he refuses to let go.

Surrounded by a familiar breath, the cold body was embraced by an equally cold body, clamping his hands to prevent him from hurting himself, cutting open his lips forcefully, stuffing his fingers in, preventing him from harming himself .

It was so painful, his body twitched and shrank into a ball in his arms, his lips could no longer hold back the sound after being opened, and a few painful syllables overflowed.

After a long time, the body that slowly calmed down lay quietly in his arms.

Tartarus pursed his lips tightly, and the silence in the depths of his black eyes was no longer there.Holding Hades' body tightly, he walked straight to the bedroom of the two.

The emerald eyes that opened at some point looked at him quietly.Tartarus neither spoke nor asked.He took a piece of white cloth, wiped off the sweat on his body, and wiped away the blood from his lips.Little by little, he tidied up his grooming to perfection.

Hades suddenly held Tartarus' hand, and at some point, Tartarus' hand was trembling slightly.

He wanted to say something, wanted to comfort him, but found that in the current situation, he couldn't give him half of the peace, and finally just whispered his name, "Tartaros..."

When Tartarus was held by him again, he looked straight at him without moving. Those black eyes that had been calm all the time were not silent now, clear, uneasy, sad, and even a little bit Crazy and sad.The hands around Hades' waist were desperately trying to melt him into his own flesh and blood, sticking to him all the time without separation.

Seeing Hades only silently calling his name without saying anything else, those black eyes slowly revealed a bit of despair. "Hades!"

The world was dying, and so was he!

Hades is too closely connected with this world, the law and him are like flesh and blood, inseparable.

The death and cracking of the space has been directly connected to him, and the pain of death is being transmitted to him through the connection of the law.Hades had been avoiding him in such situations the past few times, but now he really can't avoid it.

Hades put his hands on his face, his emerald green eyes looked at him as softly as before, "Don't be sad." He had already felt that he was falling silent, but he was getting stronger.Hades felt that with the cracking of the law, it seemed that some shackles were being peeled off from Tartarus' body, and the breath around him became clearer and lighter little by little.Law has weakened to such an extent that its hold on him has gradually faded.

There was a miserable smile in Hades' eyes,

His death is his detachment.

Clenched his hand even harder, as if the feeling of breaking was pervasive in the hand, both gods were in pain.

Hades looked at him closely, with never-before-seen hardness in his eyes, and the most sincere request, "Tartaros, no matter what, you must live!"

After a long time, Tartarus felt that he should have smiled slightly, even if it was just a slight twitch of the corner of his mouth, "Okay." Just one word seemed to exhaust all his strength, making him unable to speak anymore One more word.

The darkness reflected the emerald green, and the pain in the opponent's eyes turned into thorns, which pierced straight into my heart, causing severe pain.

But no matter how painful it was, he didn't want to let go.