Bacchus in Greek mythology

Prometheus couldn't laugh when he saw Zeus's expression. Why are the gods of the new generation more bloodthirsty than each other, not to mention God of War, God of Sea, God of Sun, God of Dionysus, etc., who are known for their cruelty? In Olympus, eight out of ten gods have warlike genes, especially Zeus.

During the Battle of Troy, he frequently intervened in the battle, and always supported the other side when one side was about to lose. Others speculated that Zeus was for Achilles or for a certain god. They never seemed to think about it in another direction, Zeus From the bottom of his heart, he is a fanatical militant.

Zeus has been participating in wars almost since he was born, and now he has just been in peace for a few years, and he wants to organize a war again, and this time the scale is beyond the imagination of Prometheus.

Obviously he had already noticed Cronus' intentions, but he never stopped it, and even allowed it to develop. This time it was a war of gods, and blood flowed for thousands of miles. Zeus, who is a god, is simply an out-and-out demon.

Prometheus pursed his lips tightly, Zeus knew what he was thinking at a glance, sneered, although he was unwilling to explain, but in order to save trouble in the future, he still said: "Don't think so dirty of me, Prometheus Mishus, when the vulture ate your liver, did it also eat your IQ? Such a simple truth, do you still need me to tell you?"

Prometheus didn't understand, and Zeus looked at him with more and more disdain, "Do you think Odysseus restored your freedom by accident or luck? Neither, this is a beginning, starting from you, the ancient All the gods will slowly regain their freedom, this is something that no one can stop, and neither can I, the only thing we can do now is to be fully prepared."

Zeus is right. Gods are not eternal. Sooner or later, Zeus will be overthrown, but no matter who is overthrown, it cannot be the former Titans. If Cronus regains the seat of God King , the current protoss will definitely be retaliated wildly, and the end will be much worse than that of Tartarus.

Seeing that he understood, Zeus stopped talking and turned around to leave. Prometheus remembered another thing and asked his back: "What about the sirens?"

Zeus stopped in his footsteps, turned his head, and looked at him strangely, "Siren? Didn't the goddess of fate give her a prophecy a long time ago, but she is just a poor child who was used by Cronus without knowing it. You Remind me, her parents will be a good help, I heard that you have a good relationship with them, when the time comes, you can persuade their parents to join our camp, as for this little goddess, don't worry about her."

Prometheus was stunned, which meant giving up.

Zeus has always been like this. Useless people are always abandoned mercilessly. This is true for him, and it is also true for Cleo. If Cleo hadn’t regained the value of being used, Zeus would not have left her in Sanctuary. Temple for her treatment.

Pursing his lips, he also has feelings for the Siren, but compared to Cleo, this feeling is almost nothing. Since even Zeus has given up on her, Prometheus can't do anything.

Who can fight against fate?Nobody can.

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Siren is still in a state of ignorance, as long as she can be with Dionysus every day, she is very satisfied. It seems that now, everything is perfect, and she has nothing to do.

I stay in the castle with Dio every day, and humans know her identity. When they see her, they will respectfully call out "Siren Goddess". It feels good to be respected, because humans hardly know her identity. The name is taboo, so as a goddess, there is not a temple that belongs to her in the world.

If you don’t have it, you don’t have it, she doesn’t care, she’s not Aphrodite, she can’t live without her faith.

At noon, I went out with Dionysus as usual, lying on the soft beach to take a nap, lying on Dio's chest, listening to the strong heartbeat, like a lullaby, she soon fell asleep.

In the misty world, there are large patches of color everywhere, and everything is not clear.

The siren froze for a moment, thinking it was something wrong with his eyes, rubbed his eyes vigorously, but the things in front of him still remained unchanged, and there was still a very vague voice whispering all the time, someone could be heard talking, but he couldn't hear clearly at all What is that person talking about.The siren stood in place, his mind sober as never before.

It's a dream.

Gods also dream, but usually they are just the last part of endless memories. Siren is sure that this is not her memory. Looking around, Siren frowned. Although she couldn't see it clearly, she seemed to be interested in this I'm a bit impressed.

There seems to be a person in the front right, and the siren tried to walk there, but every time he took a step, the scene he saw would be instantly rendered, like watercolor, and then condensed again, and the scene would never be far or close to her. It seemed that Sirens are unstoppable.

Since they couldn't make it through, the sirens didn't leave, and tried their best to listen to what they were saying.

There are two people here, no, there are many people, but only two are talking, the siren doesn't know what's going on, but as a god, she also has great curiosity about illusory things, who Know which dreams contain prophecies?

Concentrating all his strength on his ears, Siren felt a headache before he heard some broken words.

"Useless things!...God King...I will stand up..."

It seems to be a woman's voice, but it's just a few words. The siren is more confused than at the beginning, God King, does it have something to do with Zeus?

The originally static picture moved for a moment. It seemed that someone was walking in another direction. The siren tried hard to distinguish his appearance. At most, he could only see that he was very tall and should be a man.

The original long strip of black turned into a ball and fit together with another purple strip. That strip was taller than a man, as if it was the person who just spoke.

Thinking of this, the siren suddenly understood that there are many people standing here, they don't move, and they look relatively humble, this purple person should be the most noble, and the black person may be kneeling in front of the purple person.

The siren was silent, more sure that this was not her memory, maybe it was a prophetic dream.The scene was frozen again. After watching for a long time, the colors did not move. It was the first time that the Siren was so awake in a dream, but it was really boring. I tried to wake myself up with spiritual power, but it was useless. I sighed helplessly. The siren's voice is infinitely amplified here, and it was originally an inaudible voice, but it resounds in this world like a holy bell.

The Siren was startled and was stunned. Suddenly, the black color moved, and a pair of blood-red eyes looked straight at it. The madness and cruelty contained in it seemed to be imprinted in the Siren's eye sockets. The Siren suddenly Closing his eyes, he couldn't help but shudder.

"Hey, wake up!"

"Hey, why are you pushing me? Didn't I want to wake her up?"

Hearing the familiar voice, Siren carefully opened a slit, and saw the black poplar pouting Lao Gao, as if someone owed him a lot of money, Siren breathed a sigh of relief, slowly opened his eyes, Dio turned She picked her up and let her lie in her arms, her worried look was self-evident, "What did you dream about, your complexion is not very good."

The siren touched his face, and the black poplar stood a little further away, with an unhappy look, squinting at her and said: "If I didn't see that something was wrong with you, you still wouldn't be able to wake up. If you are kind, I will never wake up again." I'll take care of you."

Ignore you, this is including Dionysus, the Siren can't laugh or cry, does Black Poplar accept Dionysus?

The Siren sat up and asked curiously, "What's wrong with me?"

When Black Poplar heard this, he immediately leaned over and described it to the siren nervously, "You look very serious, serious... like a man! And you even put yourself in a pose."

The siren laughed out loud, "I even made a gesture by myself? Am I sleepwalking?"

Black Poplar waved his hands, "It's not sleepwalking, oops, I don't know how to say it, look at me!" As he said, he lay on his side on the beach, his legs were joined together, but the two legs were slightly apart, and one hand half-clenched into a fist. At the waist, one hand seems to be holding something, and the head is slightly lowered, as if sniffing the thing in the hand.

The siren froze immediately. If the dream was just a silhouette, the pose of the black poplar tree should be a real scene. Dio felt the siren's body become stiff, and looked down at her, only to find that her face was very ugly.

"what happened?"

Feeling Dio's arm tightened slightly, the Siren came to him in shock, got rid of his embrace, stood up, and kicked the black poplar lightly, "Okay, get up, what's so strange about it, I often sleep Use some weird poses."

Black Poplar jumped up and immediately retorted: "Who said that! I used to watch you sleep, and your posture never changed from closing your eyes to opening them!"

Siren raised his eyebrows, "That's in the underworld, and I'll be changed when I return to land."

Black Poplar wanted to say something else, but the Siren went to Ladio's hand, pulled him up, and the two walked into the castle. The Siren looked back at him, "Go in?"

The black poplar snorted, returned to the place he had chosen a few days ago, removed the illusion, and turned into a bare tree again.

The Siren was speechless, held Dio's hand tightly, and went back to the castle with him.

After closing the door, Siren looked at him with a smile, "Why so quiet?" Still a little serious.

Dio didn't want the siren to feel that he didn't trust her, but at that moment the siren showed too much emotion, and now it's back to normal, no matter how you look at it, something is wrong, pressing the siren to sit on the bed, Dio looked into her eyes, There was a trace of scrutiny in his eyes, "Siren, is there anything you didn't tell me?"

The siren froze for a moment, stretched out his hand to rub his cheek, the warm feeling came from his skin, the siren smiled, and said slowly in a charming voice: "No, I have no reservations about you, Dionysus Soth, you trust me, don't you?"

Dio was in a daze for a moment, his eyes became clear again, and the last trace of doubt in him disappeared. He put his face in the siren's palm and nodded slightly: "Of course, I will always trust you."

The siren laughed, put his arms around Dio, put his chin on his neck, and closed his eyes silently.

If possible, she would never want to control Dio with her voice, but if he continued to ask, the siren was afraid that she would not be able to help but tell the truth. Today's dream appeared for the first time, but she had seen those eyes before. Countless times, each time it was so terrifying, and every time it appeared, the siren felt that those eyes seemed brighter and more bloodthirsty.