After being sacrificed to Eros [Greek mythology]

Dawn breaks, morning mist mist.

When the beautiful and pure goddess of spring, Persephone, left her mother and returned to the embrace of her husband in Hades, the weather gradually turned cold and everything was about to hibernate.

After several pattering rains, it seems to be late autumn.

Psyche stood on the terrace, looking into the distance.

She is about to face an excursion.After such a long time, it was the first time she wanted to go back to her hometown.

As if, she was delighted, hopeful and somewhat uneasy.

A thin cloak was draped over her shoulders.

The man appeared behind her and tied the ribbon on her cloak.

"Can't you not go?"

His fleshy arms encircled her from top to bottom, and his fingertips moved slowly and affectionately from her swan-like neck.

This kind of touching is very common, but today it is a little more precious because of the imminent parting.

Psyche lowered his eyes, "You promised."

He took a deep breath, as if expressing regret, and then compromised.

"Promise me, you won't stay." He bent over her neck, as if coquettish to her, "I will miss you very, very much when you are not here."

Psyche hummed vaguely.

Since these days, I have been too addicted to the love of children.

It was originally a hazy dream that she was sent here.

She should get rid of this dream as soon as possible and live a normal life.

As for her and him, at best it can be regarded as a dew...love relationship, right?

……

He sends her out of the palace, past the rose garden.

The bright red roses were immersed in the cool-toned mist, and the night had not faded, and the petals, branches and leaves were stained with a layer of frost.

Although Psyche knew that these roses were nourished by divine power and bloomed all the year round, she still liked to take care of them in a human way.

So at this time, it seems that these roses have also lightened their divinity, and have a little human touch.

Across the thorny rose bushes, the God of West Wind has been waiting for a long time—that is the servant he summoned specially for her, to help her cross the dangerous forest and send her to the city-state.

The sky was approaching dawn, and a faint light shone on the faces of the two of them.

He still couldn't bear to leave with a bit of nostalgia, so he had to ask her to close her eyes.

Psyche obediently complied.

She worried naively that if she disobeyed his will at this time, he would regret not letting her go.

He cornered her deep in a thorny rosebush.

Her whole body was exposed to the slightly cold morning mist, and she couldn't help shivering because she didn't know whether it was cold or what.

He was getting closer to her, and his breath was getting closer and closer... His slender eyelashes swept across her face lightly, as if he wanted to kiss her.

Psyche pursed his lips as if he didn't know anything, and timidly and fearfully made preparations.

But in the next second, the kiss did not fall.

"Oh." A chuckle slipped out of his throat.

Psyche suddenly opened his eyes, and suddenly found that there was something hard on the ring finger of his left hand—it was a ring made of silver and plated with gorgeous patterns.

The fingers are heavy.

The gemstones inlaid on the ring did not show any traces of artificial inlays, and the morning light glowed with a soft and uninspiring brilliance, as if it was forged from the holy temple of Olympus, and it could not exist in the mortal world.

In her astonishment, she subconsciously seemed to look up at him.

But his movements were smoother, and he rubbed her head in his arms gently, "My love, this ring is given to you by me. I'm not by your side, let it accompany you, okay ?"

Psyche was momentarily stunned by this expensive and solemn gift.

She thought that by letting her go to the Dionysus Festival, he meant to break up and go their separate ways by default, which was tacitly understood.

But now it seems that she was wrong.

"I can't have..."

But he didn't give her a chance to refute, and his delicate kisses had already landed on the back of her hand.

"Please don't reject me." He begged with a smile, his demeanor was convincing and fatally seductive, which only made her tongue-tied.

The blood of the ring finger of the left hand is connected to the heart, which is the heart blood.

He hoped that with this ring, she would think of him from time to time, even for a moment.

Psyche felt the strong love from the other party again.

She gently rubbed the thing at the bottom of her finger, and suddenly felt a little guilty, biting her heart.

"Ok."

she replied somewhat uncomfortably.

He was satisfied.

It wasn't until seeing her on the clouds of the God of West Wind that his figure gradually disappeared.

"Go, go early and return early, may the glory of Zeus be with you."

At the same time, the Dionysian Festival was already a sea of ​​screams and joy. Although it was only early in the morning, it was already full of smoke, and the sound of loud instruments filled every corner of the city-state.

The Dionysus Festival is the grandest festival in the city-state. People in every city-state come here to drink and dance, talk and talk, and eliminate the fatigue and bad luck for a year.

Psyche sat among the clouds of the god of the west wind, traveling thousands of miles a day, and the wind that fully circled the entire Aegean Sea fell to the ground.

Unlike previous dizziness, she felt refreshed during this flight.

Looking again, it turned out to be because of the ring.

It was the ring that endowed her with a certain divinity, allowing her to freely manipulate the clouds as well.

This is not the first time she has experienced the feeling of flying, but it is still very fresh.

That cloud is like her personal horse, she can go wherever she wants, without being restricted by any space.

If she didn't have something important to do, she really wanted to cross the Aegean Sea, go to the far side of the ocean, and visit those ancient countries that she had only read about in enlightenment books...

She landed on the top of the mountain where she had been sacrificed.

The pillar that bound her was still standing there, and nothing on the mountain had changed.

Her uncle Chloe must have never imagined that one day, she would come back.

She had to find her sister quickly as a matter of urgency.

If she could meet Aldous, she would ask her personally what happened the other day.

Too many doubts were circling in Psyche's mind, so she covered the cloak more tightly without staying on the top of the mountain, and walked down the mountain.

Psyche didn't go directly to the palace, that would be too alarming.

She tried to hide her face and blend in with the Dionysian carnival crowd.

Through the joyful atmosphere, Psyche noticed that some sneaky spies were also mixed in the crowd. They all wore hidden palace symbols, and they were Chloe's people at first glance.

A new temple to Apollo was built in the city-state.

On the occasion of Dionysus Festival, many men and women in the city-state are worshiping god devoutly.

Psyche was wary of those spies, and was about to find a place to hide, so he dodged into Apollo's temple.

It is said that the oracle of Apollo, the god of the sun, is the most accurate.It just so happened that she also wanted to ask the Almighty God, was the oracle that descended on her at the beginning really true?

Was she really destined to marry a monster?