After being sacrificed to Eros [Greek mythology]

As the brother of Zeus and Poseidon, Hades has gathered all kinds of mysteries since ancient times.

On the one hand, because he is the master of the Nether Ghost Mansion, and on the other hand, because he has a cold personality, hates crowds, is elusive, and unpredictable. All the gods on Olympus shy away from him deeply, and even his name is easily forgotten. reluctant to mention.

The things that come from the underworld all carry a deep dark air.They have no bright colors, and are always covered with a layer of lifeless ash.

So Zephyros immediately recognized that the small stone box came from the ground.

Psyche didn't intend to hide it either, "Yes, I just walked through the underworld and met Hades and Spring God."

The expression on Zephyros' face suddenly became mysterious.

"So you left in a hurry that day, with such an ugly face, and you wanted to go to the underworld?"

He grumbled and said, "My God, my God! Are you too courageous, Psyche? I have never been to such a ghostly place as a serious god. Cupid, who is so cruel, is willing to ask you to go?"

Psyche wanted to explain, "Actually, he is not..."

Zephyros held up his palms in front of him, "Okay, no need to explain anymore, you must have been bewitched by him."

Staring at her again, "You must not let Agnes know, if she knows that you are going to such a dangerous place, she will be worried to death."

Psyche nodded.

She was safe and sound now, so there was no need to say any more to cause Agnes to worry in vain.

Zephyros had never seen anything in the underworld, so he was both scared and somewhat curious about the small box in Psyche's hand.

He took the box from Psyche and looked at it carefully.

But after looking at it for a long time, I didn't see any way.

"Is this thing really as powerful as Hades said?"

Psyche had difficulty answering.

She didn't open it either.

Still, Hades doesn't seem like a liar.

"Why don't we try?"

……

Olympic sacred mountain.

The morning dew trickled down the treetops, hitting the clear veins of the leaves rhythmically.

Cupid took a jug and watered the roses in the hedge garden.

These roses were originally planted in the forest castle, but he had recently transplanted them to Olympus.

Psyche likes these roses, and he likes them too, and these roses are also the memories he and Psyche share.

He is now the groom to be married, and he has a very leisurely life every day.Try on the groom's clothes, arrange flowers and plants, take a walk around Olympus, and pass the boring time.

But the more leisurely you are, the more sorrowful you are in your heart.

Psyche left him and went back to the city-state, even though he had only been there for a day, it was as if grass had grown in his heart.

Every minute and every second, he couldn't bear to drop everything and run down to find her.

But if you think about it carefully, she still has her own mission to complete, and he always follows her like a shadow, pestering her and getting tired of her, he is too worthless.

Cupid sighed heavily.

Idle is also idle, he found a piece of white marble, and carved the appearance of his lover on the delicate stone pith.

This work is not heavy, but it is extremely grueling and time-consuming, and it takes several hours to do it.

Although the concept of "time" is quite vague for God, he still feels the passage of time through repeated carvings.

Cupid kept comforting himself that Psyche would come back after he finished carving the stone.

He will fly there and embrace her lovely face again in his arms.

She will kiss him.

Then, walk into the wedding hall with him...

Aphrodite passed by, seeing her son so obsessed, she pursed her lips helplessly.

Her son is the god of love himself, who should be the absolute master of love, but now he is in love, fascinated by a mortal, like a little woman waiting for her husband to come back.

It's pathetic and deplorable.

"Cupid."

She called twice in a row before waking up the little Cupid who was immersed in her own world.

When Cupid saw Aphrodite, he stood up, patted the unruly hair on his head, and said with a little shame, "I'm sorry, Mom, I didn't see you just now."

Aphrodite sighed and walked straight over.

Glancing at the statue in his hand, it was so lifelike that he really engraved every inch of Psyche into his heart.

"Is she really so worthy of your liking?"

Cupid smiled subtly, "Mom, why do you ask me so suddenly?"

Aphrodite snorted, and glanced at the roses in the fenced garden—every one was blooming in the wind, delicate and beautiful, carefully pruned of redundant branches, as perfect as hand-carved.

"Cupid, you lied to me. It wasn't Psyche's job to borrow Madame Persephone's beauty, was it?"

Aphrodite was slightly annoyed, but this bit of annoyance was fused on her pearly and beautiful face, but it was hard for people to see it.

"Cupid, you have really grown up and are very skilled. Do you still care about your mother now?"

Cupid lowered his eyes, his eyebrows fluttering uncomfortably.

"If I made you sad by doing this, then please allow me to say sorry to you, I didn't mean to hide it from you on purpose."

He paused, as if piercing her mind, "And Mom, you have accepted Psyche now, right?"

Aphrodite's nectar-like eyes moved unhappily.

She admitted that she was a little jealous to make things difficult for Psyche at first.

Why did she give the son she worked so hard to give to another woman?

However, that woman is still an insignificant human being, the one she ordered to be betrothed to the monster.

As a mortal, you can only look up to the gods, how can you sleep with the gods?

Cupid has been naughty since he was a child, and he has never been obedient to her mother.

However, he could bow down and show courteousness to that woman, which really made Aphrodite feel uncomfortable.

So she assigned several tasks to make things difficult for Psyche.

Coincidentally, someone helped Psyche every time, and Psyche completed it every time.

And the person who helped Psyche was none other than her superficially filial son.

Aphrodite was even angrier.

She called out the river god and told him to make things difficult for Psyche.

She thought, even if Psyche successfully brought back the beauty of the Queen of Hades, she would never recognize Psyche as his daughter-in-law.

However, when she saw Cupid risking losing his godhood to go to the underworld to save his lover, Aphrodite's heart was suddenly melted.

Her heart is not cold, it is full of love and beauty.

She saw the life-and-death kiss between Cupid and Psyche on the banks of the River Styx... like a spark, releasing her deeply locked good nature.

At that moment, she knew that the two people really loved each other, and no one could stop it.

She doesn't need to embarrass that girl anymore.

If the stalemate continues, the vicious one will be her own.

She doesn't want to make herself ugly.

Therefore, when Zeus declared Psyche to be the goddess of soul, she just sighed regretfully, but did not show much resistance.

At some point, she had accepted this daughter-in-law in her heart.

Cupid has really grown up.

Young people's affairs should be left to the young people themselves.

Aphrodite wandered for a while, seeing Cupid's wonderful eyes still staring at her, "You have liked to disobey my orders since you were a child, and you still do now."

Cupid was a little innocent, "Mom, do I have any? Except for this matter, I have done everything you asked for you."

"Still talking back?"

Aphrodite raised her eyebrows, flicked his forehead, and turned to leave.

"Mum, won't you sit down?"

Cupid smiled calmly, "I'm very free now, if you want to teach me a few words, I'll listen."

"Think beautifully."

He wants to be scolded, who is in the mood to scold him.

If you scold too many people and get angry too much, you can easily become a yellow-faced woman like Hera.

"Go to my garden and pick a bouquet of myrtle for her."

Aphrodite said nonchalantly, "It's too tacky to use those red roses you planted at the wedding. I, Aphrodite, can't afford to lose this person."

As he spoke, he waved his hand lightly, and his charming figure disappeared into the mist.

Cupid looked at the disappearing figure of the Goddess of Beauty, and then glanced at the roses in the fence.

...is it cheesy?

However, she said that, did she reconcile with Psyche?

After Aphrodite left, there was a resentful rumbling sound from the small fenced garden.

The voice was like weeping, like a long, invisible ribbon, floating in the quiet atmosphere of the garden.

The originally gorgeous red rose, against the background of such sad music, seems to be covered with a layer of sad mist, and it is not beautiful at all.

Because of the upcoming wedding, the whole Olympus was filled with joyful atmosphere, and the gods were busy, but no one knew who was playing such a heart-pounding tune here.

Cupid pushed through the heavy clouds and followed the sound of the music, only to see a handsome man in golden clothes sitting alone by the river.

He has curly and beautiful hair, but his eyes are closed sadly, as if his soul is flying out of the body along with the sad tune.

It was Apollo.

He strummed the lyre and sang the lyrics wistfully.

"Ah, Daphne, you are the golden willow by the river

Even if you don't move, you're still the crown on my head

Use my tears to decorate your trembling branches..."

After hearing a few words, Cupid felt goose bumps all over his body.

Daphne...that name again.

He also thinks he has a sense of romance, and when facing Psyche, he can speak witty words well.

But compared with Apollo, who is like a lover at the moment, he is inferior by many grades.

Here Apollo squinted at Cupid.

He closed his eyes deeply, let go of his throat, and his voice was louder than before.

"O Daphne, my love

It was the cruel and ruthless Cupid who took your fresh and lovely life

He is Hades caught between you and me, the tyrant of love without mercy..."

Cupid's right eyelid twitched suddenly.

Uh.

Tyrant of Love?

Cupid pinched his eyebrows in great annoyance.

He knew that Apollo was looking for him to settle accounts again.

"Stop singing."

Cupid finally couldn't help it, walked over and held down Apollo's lira.

Apollo glanced at him with wet eyes, raised his chin coldly, "Why?"

Needless to say, Apollo's eyes are also questioning him: You and Psyche held a wedding celebration, and I can only hold Daphne's trunk and stay alone in the empty room?

Even if it annoys you, it will annoy you to death.

Cupid said weakly, "...let me beg you."

Apollo snorted and played and sang more vigorously.

"Daphne..."

Cupid couldn't stop this man, the music was faint, and he couldn't hide.

He simply sat down with Apollo, ordered two jugs of wine, and drank by himself.

The relationship between these two people can't be called pure hostility, it's just a secret rivalry.

Their personalities are also very similar to a certain extent, they are both gentle and handsome men.

In the face of feelings, they are also on the edge of a dead end.

It's just that Apollo is more infatuated than Cupid, and it's easier to get stuck in his own emotions... Not to mention that the incident with Daphne was so painful, it left an indelible layer on the sun god. shadow.

"I heard that Pluto is going to build an Elysee Paradise for Chunshen, and construction will start in the next few days. It is decorated with pearls from the deep sea, as white as the day, and Chunshen lives in it, so there is no need to be afraid of the gloomy environment of the underworld."

Cupid sipped the golden wine in his glass, "I didn't expect this ancient black-faced god to have such a sentimental side."

"Hmph. Little trick."

Apollo listened carefully to what was new, and the music stopped temporarily.

He snorted, "Only because of Hades, that incomprehensible guy, can he have such a unique understanding?"

Cupid looked indifferently, "My wife mentioned something about him."

When Apollo heard him mention the word "Madame", his eyes dimmed as if two black holes had been burned out.

"Stinky boy."

He hammered Cupid, "You mean to piss me off, don't you?"

After all, he poured himself a glass of wine and drank it down.

No matter how much Spring God hates Hades, even if Hades will live in the tomb all his life, in the eyes of hurt Apollo, Hades is still a thousand times luckier than himself.

At least Hades still has someone to chase after...

And his beloved has cruelly turned into a laurel tree by the river.

Even though he had thousands of loves concentrated in his heart, Daphne could no longer hear her.

He, Cupid, Hades, the three men were all hit by the golden arrow, and their fates were indeed so different.

Apollo's heart aches when he thinks about it.

"I must bore you to death. Take revenge on you, the chief culprit."

Apollo became more and more indignant, "You and Psyche's wedding, don't even think about it. As long as you get close, you can hear my condolences for Daphne. Let's see how you survive. Hmph."