After being sacrificed to Eros [Greek mythology]

The two leaned against each other and came to rest under a tall laurel tree.

Cupid's injury was neither mild nor severe.

He leaned against the rough trunk of the laurel tree, looking somewhat sleepy.

The thick twilight fell, covering the glimmer in his pupils, making him even more sick and groggy.

On weekdays, he flies in the air, always with a confident and elegant appearance, and he has never even suffered from a minor illness. It is the first time that he has been depressed like this.

Fortunately, Psyche knew that Cupid had the miraculous self-healing ability, as long as he rested for a while, his wounds would heal.

"It's still my fault."

She muttered something in a low voice, put the back of his hand empathetically, put his smooth skin to her lips, and kissed deeply, "May Olympus bless you."

The moment his lips and hands touched, Cupid suddenly felt his soul evaporate from his body.

She had never kissed him like this before... Sincerely, piously, without distractions.

The lover's touch is the most effective medicine. In an instant, Cupid felt a hot current flow through his body, limbs and bones, repairing all the damaged gaps.

"Psyche, you..."

Before he finished half a sentence, the girl's jade-like fingers stood on his lips, blocking the words he was about to blurt out.

"I want to give you a present."

Psyche leaned against his ear and smiled brightly.

She took out a golden arrow from the quiver on his back, and also took out the golden bow from her waist, and put the bow and arrow into his palm... The sharp point of the arrow was pointing at her own heart.

Even in the thick night, the transparent pearl-colored light from the golden arrow was still shining brightly, illuminating the faces of the two people.

Cupid was at her mercy, subconsciously guessing what she wanted to do, but he couldn't accept it for a while.

The arrow tip was too close to her and too sharp... Although it was not an ordinary arrow that could hurt people, Cupid still held the arrow subconsciously, fearing that these sharp things would scratch the girl's delicate skin.

But Psyche flicked off his resisting wrist.

"Cupid, let me give you this gift, please?"

Her starry eyes were slightly angry, and the thick sweet light contained in her eyes seemed to want to plunder him completely.

Cupid was stunned.

He loves this pair of eyes very much, and also loves her very much.

He already knew the "gift" she wanted to give him.

Cupid lowered his head, suppressed the words in his throat, and said to her with difficulty, "Actually, dear, you don't have to be like this..."

If Psyche really did not love him, it would be unfair to her to shoot the golden arrow at her.

So he would rather bear the heartache like a worm, and don't want to force her... to have that twisted relationship.

Psyche's mouth twitched into a smile.

When she doesn't like someone, she can completely reject it, but if she likes someone, she can give him all of herself without reservation.

When she was with him before, she always had a tempting mind and was always unsure of his heart.

And now, they have experienced life and death together.

The moment he woke up from the cave, Psyche was sure that he was someone she could trust.

Without any hesitation, Psyche held Cupid's hand, and then let it go abruptly.

In that instant, the golden arrow that left the string pierced into her heart like a small meteor piercing through the night.

boom.

The golden arrow entered the body without a sound, and to outsiders, it seemed as if everything had happened.

However, to Psyche herself, it was as if the calm lake surface suddenly became turbulent. For a moment, her heart felt painful, sore, itchy, and sweet, as if countless golden threads had been born, binding her soul firmly. Live and lead to another person.

She opened her eyes.

The first thing I saw, no surprise, was him.

She can no longer escape.

So is he.

……

This tender scene was spread far and wide to the glorious temple of the gods on the holy mountain of Olympus.

The gods have different expressions.

Hera didn't feel it, Apollo dismissed it, Aphrodite was angry, and Athena thought it was stupid.

Just like love itself, there have always been different opinions. Some people say it is honey, and some people call it a poisonous snake hiding in the dark.

Apollo sighed, and the mournful lila sounded slowly.

"The Cupid kid finally chased Psyche. It's a pity that Daphne and I have been separated for such a long time without any reason..."

Athena sneered, her resolute expression never wavering.

She looked at Psyche who fell in love, but only felt regret.

"Poor girl, she should have been more sensible. If she just handed herself over to a strange man, she might not escape the fate of the yellow-faced woman in the future."

Hera's face darkened, "Athena! Are you talking about me?"

These two people didn't deal with each other in the first place, but at this moment neither one would let the other go, Duan started bickering again.

Zeus coughed, "Okay. This poor girl has gone through hardships. Why don't you give her the godhead to stay in Olympus forever and betroth her to Cupid?"

After a pause, "Aphrodite, what do you think?"

The Goddess of Beauty sitting in the corner sighed silently, as if compromising, but also seemed helpless.

She didn't like Psyche very much, and she also created a series of difficulties for the girl.

For Psyche, Cupid secretly disobeyed her orders a lot.

Those tasks seemed arduous, but they were actually completed by the two of them together.

And Psyche dared to go to the Hades for Cupid, and the golden arrow dared to poke himself.

What else can she say about such an obsessed couple?

"I do not care."

Aphrodite said dejectedly, "I can't say anything about young people. Zeus, make up your mind."

……

Coming out of Tanarus' cave, Psyche didn't leave in a hurry.

Strictly speaking, after taking a trip to the underworld, she is no longer a human being.

She has a godhead, and she should go to the holy mountain of Olympus to be crowned.

If she wants, she can also be given a pair of wings that can fly freely like Cupid.

After the coronation, there was their wedding...she had agreed with Cupid.

However, these things can be put aside for now. There is another important matter that needs to be resolved urgently-that is, the troubles in the city-state.

Before accepting the third task, Psyche had made an appointment with his elder sister Agnes to ask her and the God of West Wind to go to the city-state to inquire about news first, and then meet them after she finished the third task.

I don't want to delay this trip to the underworld for so long.

Thinking that his dear sister might be threatened by Chloe's villains, Psyche's heart was on fire, and he wished for the wind to fly back to the city-state immediately.

Cupid comforted her and said, "Honey, don't be anxious. Even if you want to go back to the city-state to find your sister, you have to go back to Olympus first to attend the coronation ceremony that Zeus gave you."

Zeus named Psyche the "Goddess of Soul", regarded the butterfly as her symbol, and gave her a pair of butterfly wings.

Accepting the coronation of the Lord of Heaven, Psyche can possess divine power and fly freely with the help of these wings... It will undoubtedly be of great benefit to her seizure of power.

When Psyche heard that he could also grow wings, he couldn't help looking forward to it.

To be honest, she was unarmed when she fought Chloe before.

Now that she has a godhead, it is equivalent to getting the help of Olympus, and she will naturally get twice the result with half the effort.

Psyche was a little puzzled, and raised his furry head, "Then why am I the goddess of soul?"

She suddenly felt that the title was not right.

Goddess of Soul?never heard of that.

She thought that she would be called a fairy of mountains, forests and waters, but she didn't know what kind of title the goddess of soul was.

Moreover, why are the wings given to her butterfly wings?

She thought it was the same feathered wings as Cupid.

Cupid scratched her nose, and the ending sounded slightly curly, "Honey, you are light and light, and you have an imperceptible fragrance all over your body, you are just like a flower. With a pair of butterfly wings, you can let Isn't it ideal that you are free and not too heavy?"

Psyche stuck out his tongue suddenly.

It was his choice.

Cupid seemed to have expected that she would come out of the underworld smoothly, so he made preparations in advance, even thinking about the title of Conferred God.

The so-called "goddess of soul" also has a deep meaning.

This is a temporary title. Throughout the ages, there has never been such a goddess.

Just as Cupid was about to explain the meaning of these words, he suddenly saw that his surrounding vision went black, and a violent wind blew up.

This violent wind is really evil, and it carries an irresistible dark force, like a hot wind in hell, almost tearing the surrounding plants and trees to pieces.

Cupid spread his wings and pulled the girl into a temporary safe haven.

Psyche lay in Cupid's arms, covering his face with his hands.

Cupid's hair was rustling in the wind, and his bright eyes were staring at the fireball rising not far away... The fireball was getting bigger and bigger, and burst suddenly, creating a large black mist.

Two people slowly walked out from the black mist, it was Hades, king of the underworld, and Persephone, queen of the underworld.

Hades had a gloomy face, obviously the visitor was not kind.

Persephone was still modest, and she took the initiative to extend her hand and said hello, "Eros, long time no see."