[Greek mythology] The daily life of the master of the abyss

Gaia... Gaia missed.

Since the human beings at the beginning of the creation were called golden humans, the humans created by Gaia are called silver humans.

Maybe it's because I haven't created anything for too long, silver humans... very often.

The lifespan of this group of humans was much shorter.

It may be because the number of human beings was small at the beginning, so the gods indulged them, but soon, the disadvantages of this kind of pampering became apparent.

Silver human beings are often very naive even after reaching middle age. They are irrational, intrigue each other, and even blaspheme the gods.

The twelve main gods exploded, these human beings can't take it!

Gaia's face is indifferent: You are not satisfied with making it by yourself →_→

Facing the ruthless attitude of the Goddess of the Earth, the Twelve Lord Gods... fell back.

Even Kronos is no exception.

Your mother is your mother after all.

Even gods are afraid of mothers.

Especially when the mother's personality is really not very good.

Gaia: A group of spicy chickens jpg

And why did silver humans become like this?

For the goddess of evil was born.

It's called Cakaya, and it's Tartarus and Chaos's... how many children are there?Forget it is not important.

The Goddess of Virtue was born.

Kakaya is the embodiment of sin and depravity, symbolizing crime, evil, and depravity. Her divine ability can easily lure weak-willed and lacking wisdom mortals to sin.

But this actually completes the human race.

After all, golden human beings are too noble. Although they don't have the strength of the gods, their souls are pure and flawless, peaceful and happy, and have selfish desires, but they have never had any conspiracy and tricks.

But human beings are supposed to be both good and evil.

Conspiracies and tricks can also promote human progress hahahaha ╮(￣▽￣")╭

Isn't what the world wants is human development?

The current silver humans are evil.

"Well, let me do the math...gold, silver, bronze... I guess it will be enough to destroy four more generations." Chaos wrung his fingers and calculated the degree of completion.

"Mother God? What are you?" Tartarus asked, looking at her.

"The number of world updates." Chaos casually fiddled with the fiery red roses in the vase and said.

The number of renewals of human beings is actually the number of renewals of the world.

After all, it was the race she appointed at the time of creation.

Either the Creator God created directly or this is not good. The gods can only be guided by the laws to create human beings bit by bit, instead of being able to do it in one step like her.

However, as a creator who was addicted to fishing and couldn't extricate himself, Chaos was very satisfied.

[Strike out] This is more interesting [Strike out] It's not her who does the work anyway.

It is more important to accompany the children in the temple.

Oops, her Talko is so cute.

Tartarus was dressed in his customary black finery.

The golden flower branches are entwined on it, lifelike, but it is inferior to the ice sculpture and snow sculpture of the god of the abyss, but it is so handsome and bewitching, with a delicate and magnificent face.

The brows of Tartarus are always indifferent and tired, but also with a natural, lonely alienation.

But when facing Chaos, it all turned into docile respect, love, and subtle obsession.

It's like a creature hit by the golden arrow of love, his heart and eyes are full of his lover.

But this is indeed Tartarus' sincere emotion.

That's why it's cute.

"Baby, do you want to go for a walk with the Mother God?" Chaos invited him with a smile.

I have to say that this is very rare for Tartarus and Chaos.

After all, both of them are dead houses, and they are relatively speechless when they stay together... No, the years can pass for a long time when they are quiet.

Simply, even the gods generally follow the rising and falling of the sun and the moon to live, otherwise, the two of them may have passed hundreds of years just by being in a daze.

The scenery at the bottom of the abyss is actually very beautiful.

There is no sun in the abyss, only a crystal-clear purple moon, but occasionally a ray of sunlight will shine through the crack connecting the earth and the abyss. The sky is a deep but not dim dark blue during the day, but it turns into a dark blue at night. A night full of stars.

Ah, the abyss has no sky. Between the earth and the abyss is the darkness of Erebus itself, but the darkness is the same as the night, it is invisible and intangible, like flowing clouds and air, it can still flow, and occasionally The shallower the cracks, the more sunlight will come in.

The dark blue above the abyss is an illusion created by Tartarus with divine power.

Mixed with the law of the sky, it is also suitable.

Large areas of Ruola flowers stretch as far as the eye can see. After so many years of reproduction, even this delicate flower has become the most common plant in the bottom of the abyss.

After all, which token of love between the lord of the abyss and his beloved wife would dare to destroy it without looking?

It also led to its wanton growth.

"It's really blatant to show the love of the father, the god, and the mother." Charon couldn't help complaining as he looked at the sea of ​​white flowers that were incompatible with the abyss but complemented each other.

Ah, why did you show your affection?

Ruola's meaning is - dawn.

And Ruolahua can only grow in the abyss, once it leaves the abyss, it will wither quickly.

So Ruola's words are the dawn that belongs to the abyss alone.

Chaos set Aphrodite as the master of the law of light. Isn’t the light in the abyss the dawn?

It can be said to be an obvious confession.

Although Chaos didn't mean that at the beginning...but it's really inexplicable and very appropriate.

"You can save yourself, if Father God hears about it, he will punish you again." Anteros rolled his eyes.

Tartarus never beat children.

But the way he punished gave Hades a headache.

He asked Hades to write a million-word hymn to Chaos.

...Hmm, should I say that it really is Tartarus?

To be honest, the level of education of the gods is not low, but once or twice is fine, and the gods of the underworld hate it if they do it too often.

A million-word rainbow fart, Father God, why don’t you write it yourself?

Tartarus: Shall I write?I'll just say it :)

On the Self-cultivation of a Fanatic

"...Brother, please don't mention it." Charon's face was full of memories of the past.

As the most deadly one, Charon has written a lot of hymns.

"Then you still do it." Anteros pouted.

Don't think he can't see it, Charon's doggy look is definitely going to cause trouble again.

"Cough, cough, my dear Anta, can you do me a little favor for my brother?" Charon smiled obsequiously.

"No." Anteros firmly denied.

"Don't Anta, just help me this once." Charon continued doggedly.

"You said the same thing last time, and then I got my first hymn task." Anteros sneered.

"This time I will reward you 1 Charon said with pain.

"Hehe, 'this time', so you are really going to die, right?" Anteros said quietly.

"Hey, how can this be called death, my brother is helping you 1 Charon to speak righteously.

Anteros: "???"

"What expression." Charon pouted, and then took out a golden bow and arrow from his storage space.

Bright but not dazzling, luxurious but not vulgar.

Exquisite, like the reproduction of the law.

"This is..." Anteros felt the energy contained in it, and couldn't help stretching out his hand.

"Hey, Your Highness Eros, that is, the golden arrow of love left by my little uncle." Charon was very proud.

God knows how much effort he spent to steal two!

Uranus: No, I don't know.

"I want to experience the power of love and lust that even the first gods can't resist." Charon said, "Well...help me when I'm cleaned up. There's still one here. How about giving it to you then?"

"Who are you going to plot against?" Anteros looked at him expressionlessly.

"Of course Father God 1 Charon's tone is firm.

"Anyway, he never leaves the Mother God, and won't see other people."

There is always a kind of bear child who will never learn well.

Anteros: I think you need a beating from the Father.

"Give me that golden arrow, and I will collect the body for you." Anteros stretched out his hand indifferently.

Brotherhood?Haven't you heard of brothers who settle accounts clearly?

"...All right." Seeing that he agreed, Charon gave him the other one, and then quickly slipped away.

He knew that Father God and Mother God had come out for a walk, so what if he didn't go back for a while.

The golden streamer is like a neon, coming suddenly.

Tartarus frowned, and directly reached out to grab the golden arrow that was about to pierce his heart.

However, the huge impact force scratched the skin of his palm, and the dark golden divine blood flowed out, and the golden arrow turned into a magnificent golden light in an instant, and penetrated into his palm.

Tartarus: ...want to curse.

Then he closed his eyes.

Although Chaos was by his side...but he didn't want to lose his mind.

A chuckle sounded from beside him.

There was a feeling of being touched on his face, and he heard Chaos' voice with a smile: "Good boy, open your eyes."

There is a bit of interest and curiosity in the tone.

"Mother God..."

"Hey, I want to see." Chaos touched the end of his eyes, his voice was soft but completely irresistible.

Tartarus said nothing, but closed his eyes and kissed her, then opened them.

A familiar face came into view, and the plundering desire hidden in the bottom of my heart and the strong possessive desire mixed with lust surged out.

Charon, who was hiding behind a mountain in the distance, avoided a hideous crack that suddenly appeared on the soles of his feet, touched his nose, and ran away with oil on the soles of his feet.

With his eyesight, he naturally saw the two gods overlapping and lying in the flowers.

It feels good to be in trouble.

Charon: Father God, I was wrong, dare to do it next time.

"Mother God," Tartarus wasn't in a hurry, but took Chaos's hand and kissed his white fingertips, "I like you."

"I really like you."

The sound of sighing was barely audible, and Tartarus kissed Chaos' forehead lightly as if on a pilgrimage. Various dark and crazy emotions surged in his red eyes, and finally fell silent, turning into silky lingering.