After being sacrificed to Eros [Greek mythology]

This catastrophe seemed to be predestined, without any warning, it just happened so suddenly.

Cupid was on fire.

He turned into a white slick and flew across the dark cave in mid-air, like a feather arrow shot across the sky, so fast that even the shadow could not be caught.

His Psyche, please, don't let anything happen!

Cupid couldn't imagine what a painful life he would lead after losing his lover.

Everything had been arranged, and the bottomless cave in the underworld, which was a shortcut for him and Psyche to finally stay together, has now become the cold tomb of his lover.

Cupid couldn't figure out what had gone wrong.

With that heart-piercing intuition, he could feel that the box was opened—Psyche must have accidentally inhaled the beauty of the Queen of Hades, and fell into a death-like coma.

But his girl, he himself knows best, she is not such a troublesome person, she is cautious in everything, step by step, even sometimes cautious and timid.

What opened that box again?

Countless chaotic thoughts wrapped Cupid's thinking, making him no longer conscious and graceful, just like a lunatic eager to avenge his revenge, bent on saving his lover in prison.

The cave becomes narrower and narrower as you go in, like a winding intestine.

Because he was flying too fast, the water of the Styx surged up and splashed on his body, quickly spreading and corroding, scalding terrible burns on his feathers as soft as moonlight.

Suddenly, a large amount of bitterness welled up in Cupid's throat.

The sound of the wind became more and more urgent, and every feather on his body seemed to be made of lead, and it was difficult to go any faster.

"Psyche!"

He shouted her name hoarsely.

How he wished that his intuition was an absurd illusion... In fact, she was still fine, walking towards the entrance of the cave, nothing happened.

However, the increasingly severe colic in his heart clearly told him that everything was true.

She was just in danger, threatened with death.

The underworld is lightless for thousands of years, and gloom and darkness occupy all the space.

With Cupid's intrusion, the harsh sunlight from the outside seemed to be brought in. For a moment, the holy light strangled countless ghost monsters hiding in the dark.

It was impossible for him to hide Aphrodite from making such a blatant disturbance in Hades.

But he didn't care about that anymore, he just wanted Psyche, and he just wanted to hold her in his arms, even if it cost him his life.

The wide Styx River was illuminated by this sudden sight, and the viscous river water reflected pale shadows, which was extremely discordant.

Just on the other side of the Styx, a blond girl was lying heavily on the ground, her thick hair covered her cheeks, motionless, she looked as if she was dead or asleep...it was Psyche.

Not far from her, there are countless vine-like algae that grow spiky, and they are sticking out their disgusting tongues, splashing the poisonous juice on the girl's fair face.

Cupid shuddered all over, and suddenly his eyes turned scarlet.

He is not a fighting god.But for the lover, you can also have blood on your hands.

The son of the river god was suddenly irradiated by this violent light, and his arrogant tentacles shrank like dead leaves.

Although he has been demonized, he is far from being able to kill immortals and gods.

God is absolutely powerful in this world.

Nothing can bring a god down.

In fact, before the confrontation with the god, the absolute light emitted by the god itself has already made him—this kind of rat who only deserves to hide in the dark—stay back three feet.

As Cupid approached, the intense light became stronger and stronger, as if a sun had suddenly appeared in the underworld, and the surroundings turned into a desert, and all seaweed that could only survive in water would be... sunburned to death.

……

When Psyche opened his heavy eyelids again, he also saw a beam of light.

In the light, there is a faint human figure.

Her eyes widened again, and the figure transformed into a man.

Open it wide again, and the man still has a pair of white wings.

Dark green blood hung on the white wings, with large and small burns on them, and scarlet flesh turned over, ugly and ferocious, defiled a pair of originally perfect wings.

Calling instinct precedes consciousness.

"Cupid."

Tears covered her crystal eyes, Psyche seemed to be in disbelief, but also seemed to be extremely eager, his arms couldn't help scratching at the phantom.

"Cupid!" she called again.

Surprisingly, the phantom was not a phantom. She tilted her head upside down and climbed to a really warm and firm neck.

The other party was in the soft light, the corners of her red lips trembling, she smiled at her with her head down, and her slender arms turned around, encircling her chin.

Although the two of them looked at each other, their faces were completely upside down in this posture.

Even so, the confusion in Psyche's mind was quickly cleared away.

Whether it's right or wrong, even if it turns into ashes, she can still recognize him... His voice, his manner, his every frown and smile have long been engraved into her soul.

"Psyche."

Cupid called her softly, like a clear spring, like a song, soft and slow, as if calling a fragile baby in swaddling.

"I'm here."

This kind and gentle voice echoed between the dark rock walls, like a holy fire from heaven, washing away all the suffering and despair.

Psyche's voice was hoarse, and the ups and downs of sorrow and joy almost exhausted all her strength... She was choked up, and couldn't even say a word of greeting.

She could only answer with her gaze, and respond to her lover's pitiful lips with kisses stained with tears... so reckless, even with a bit of madness that doesn't match her usual, as if Cupid will disappear in the next second like.

She almost forgot his identity and his name, but couldn't help herself, she wanted to remember his breath firmly.

For a time, there were only two lovers left in the world.

……

On the other side, Hades and Persephone witnessed the whole process in the bronze mirror.

The god of love broke into the underworld alone, risking being covered in bruises, and with a kiss, he sucked out the expired beauty that represented death for his lover, and saved the dying lover.

The moment the lips touched, Psyche's godhead also completed the final evolution... She has overcome all the difficulties.

Now she is an untitled goddess with Olympian divinity.

Even the goddess of beauty has no right to punish her and break up her and Cupid, the destined couple.

Hades here knew the ins and outs of the incident, and was still expressionless.

To be honest, he is really not a person with rich inner feelings, and he can be called indifferent when dealing with things that have nothing to do with him.

As the King of Pluto, he has witnessed the parting of life and death, and his heart has long been polished like iron stone. Psyche is just dying but not dying, which is not enough to arouse his compassion.

Compared with appreciating delicate love stories, Hades is still better at being a strict law enforcer-it is more comfortable for him to enforce the terms of the law uprightly than to deal with human feelings.

"So, the guy who is like algae and dares to trespass on my underworld, is he dead?"

Persephone sighed, marveling at his strange focus.

"died."

"Dead is cheap."

Hades said sternly, "Where does this guy think I am in the underworld, just come when you say it? If he is not dead, he must be dragged into Tartarus Hell to taste the pain."

Persephone smiled wryly.

She knew the dignity of Hades as Hades, but sometimes, he was really slow to feelings.

Now was not the time to dwell on these things, they had already released water throughout Psyche's travels.

Maybe it's time for them to go to Cupid and ask him for some reward.

At sunset, the south wind is slightly drunk, melting away thousands of rays of light.

Psyche and Cupid supported each other and came out of Tanarus' cave.

On the way, Psyche had already told Cupid about being attacked by the son of the river god.

Whether it was an unpleasant memory or not, she didn't go into details, but simply described how the box was opened and how the queen's beauty was leaked.

In fact, Psyche didn't suffer much injuries, but was overly frightened, so it's better to take it easy.

On the contrary, Cupid rushed into the Styx rashly without any preparations, causing him to be scalded with large and small scars by the Styx water.

Psyche touched those wounds lovingly.

This is different from the time when she accidentally burned him with an oil lamp, this time it was much more serious than that time.

Psyche's eyes twitched, and he asked him cautiously, "This...is it okay?"

She remembered the time she scalded him, but it didn't get better.

If the damage this time is also irreversible, how can she bear it?

Cupid smiled and coughed a few times.

He said helplessly, "Not necessarily."

Psyche lowered his eyebrows sadly.

She has always known that he is loose, what he says is one thing, but in reality is another.

She stopped, and took the initiative to hold his wrist with both hands, close to his palm, snuggling up to him like a boneless bird.

"Honey." She changed her address to him, "I hope you are well."

She doesn't want to feel sorry.

She also wanted to see him who was perfect without a trace of blemish and confident.

The sky seems to be burning, and the earth's increasingly thick shadows are cast on the ground, and light and darkness are intertwined.

Tanarus was originally an extremely desolate land, but now it has some beautiful scenery, I don't know if it is due to the state of mind.

Cupid's brows were clear, and he raised his lips lightly.

He stroked the rock-solid ring at the root of her finger, and pressed it close to her, whispering, "With your words, I will definitely get better."

——Perhaps, from the moment that naughty golden arrow entered Cupid's heart, they were each other's treasures, and they were destined to be an indelible part of each other's lives.

Cupid felt extremely lucky.

He is just one of thousands of people who have been hit by the golden arrow. There are so many people who can't love him, but he is lucky to get Psyche's heart.

With her like this, even if he was asked to plunge into the Styx again, he would still admit it.