[Greek Mythology] The Love of Persephone

Pluto's expression suddenly froze.

His cold and stern face seemed to reveal a small corner: not many, but enough to glimpse the truth underneath.His expression was slightly dazed, and when he looked at the poplar tree, there seemed to be a moment of pain in his eyes.

But he immediately forgot about that.

Pluto's eyes turned back to the goddess of spring, to the poor trembling young girl who was suddenly emboldened by her lover's close embrace.Her lover is stretching out his injured arm, which is not so powerful, but trying to block in front of her.They looked at him together with vigilant eyes, and behind them was the poplar tree.

Pluto said in a hoarse and cold voice: "Give her to me, and don't make me repeat it."

He has lost all patience.

Almost at the same time as he finished speaking, Pluto raised his dark scepter.Immediately, the rocks roared, the ground collided, and his violent power was injected into the weapon under his rage, and the underworld was so terrifying at this moment!

That beam of powerful and domineering rays of light spurted wildly towards the lovers who were clinging to each other.Persephone exclaimed, and Hermes had hugged her tightly and stood up!

This is a war between gods and gods!In order to protect their lover, the young gods must fight against the older one who has never aged, and their battlefield is in the deepest and most terrifying underworld!On the edge of the Elysee Palace!

This is the underworld of Pluto.

The power of the gods collided and turned into beams of various colors, illuminating the abyss.Hermes was injured and couldn't last long, and Persephone was pushed under the poplar tree by him and stared anxiously.Pluto's sanity seems to have started to become chaotic again, more violently than before, making people feel that his short-term calm and sobriety in the middle is just an illusion.This time, his anger was so deep and fierce, love and hate intertwined, torn by two emotions, so the divine power he cast was so great!

At this moment, he is not like a god, not like a mortal, but like a beast trapped in emotions, unable to communicate at all.

Persephone panted restlessly and painfully. She tried to mobilize her divine power, but she just fell panting in the shadow of the poplar.

There is actually something surprising in this: Pluto's painful and disorderly attacks never had the slightest aftermath, as if there was still a sliver of clarity in the deepest pain.And Hermes was too tired to resist, not to mention that he almost instinctively avoided the place where Persephone was.What they neglected was that the dewdrops hung from the leaves of the poplar trees and fell on the ground, but gradually propped up a translucent protective film.

It was a chaotic and gentle mist filled with a touch of aura. At least when Persephone was in it, she seemed to hear the singing of birds and the fragrance of exotic flowers.She felt someone say to her: "Help me, Goddess of Spring, help me."

"How to help? How to help?" She responded anxiously, but was at a loss.

"Lend me... lend me some of your divine power..." Poplar said, "mobilize your most original and vital power. Let me speak to him, I must speak to him—"

A drop of dew fell on her lips, and Persephone tasted a touch of bitterness.

She said: "Okay."

But at this moment, the battle between the two gods has reached the most intense stage!Under the wrath of the Lord of the Underworld, the edges of the entire Elysee Palace were crumbling.And the pair of winged golden boots given by God King Zeus of the Liar God can help him run a distance of life, but they can't prevent his arm from being hit again!

He frowned in pain, turned over and managed to stand still, only to find that he was approaching Persephone's hiding place in a panic!

The god who protected the merchant suddenly became anxious, and he said hastily: "Persephone, let's go..."

But Hermes couldn't finish his words.

Because at this time, a dark and rapid light flew across.Hermes knew that he was powerless to resist, but he still tried his best to mobilize the little remaining divine power, trying to make a final resistance.And at the same moment...

Pluto's fingers seemed to tremble a bit.

At first, Hermes only thought it was his own illusion.But after a few seconds, when he felt the force of the attack gradually weaken, he couldn't help showing a surprised expression.Correspondingly, his concentrated emotions due to high tension also relaxed a little, and something sound came to his ears.

It was singing, a woman's singing.

The love-hate fury on Pluto's face disappeared, and his hand clinging to the scepter slowly fell, extremely calm.On his face, there was a very complicated emotion.

It was calm at first, as if he had just gotten rid of the power of the two magic arrows and gained clarity.But after that, his expression became more complicated, and there was a strong sense of sadness in the thick.Hermes didn't know how he read the sadness from Pluto's almost invisible face.

He just couldn't be bothered, and quietly backed away.

Hermes turned his head and saw Persephone lying limp under the poplar tree, smiling at him with tears and happiness.He couldn't help but return her with the same smile, then walked over to pick her up, and quietly walked aside.

The poplars are still singing.

It was a clear singing voice, sad and melancholy, full of longing and longing for happiness.There seems to be an aura in this song, which makes people who hear it fall into the mood of the singer, sometimes sad and sometimes happy, feeling endlessly.With the singing of this song, the poplar tree gave off a faint white light, as if a phantom of a woman in a white skirt gathered in front of the tree.She has a beautiful and gentle face, and her gaze towards Pluto is full of love and longing.

"Hades..." She seemed to reach out her hand to call out to him, but her mana couldn't support it, and the phantom became fainter.

"This is... Luce?" Persephone couldn't help being dumbfounded, "What's going on here?"

She involuntarily turned her gaze to Hermes.