Eutostea, the third princess of Thebes, is visited by the mysterious guest calling himself the God Apollo in bed. In pitch-black darkness, only an outline of him said, “I have come to share a one-night love with you. Once the night passes, you will not remember me, nor shall we meet ever again.” Soon, the three princesses band together to reveal his face while he is sleeping. But the candlewax melts off the tip of the candle in Eutostea’s hand and falls on the god’s shoulder. Apollo wakes, grabs the second princess, declaring, “Princess of Thebes, admire to your heart’s content. ‘Tis the face of the mere shell you sought so dearly.”

“Archimo. Bring the human she’s talking about,” Ares ordered.


The snake wiggled its body from left to right. Wrapping its tail around him, Archimo held up Machiades and crawled back to the spot. Eutostea gently took his body, almost holding him in her arms, from the snake throwing him down carelessly to the ground.


When his body was suddenly under shock, Machiades closed his eyes tightly and let out a feeble groan.


His face looked familiar. Was he called Machiades, the commander of the Theban troops? Wasn’t he the human Ares had knocked down with his sword in the middle of the day a few days ago?


Ares saw the wound on Machiades’ shoulder scabbed with blood and styptic herbs. Machiades was left alone after being given no more than just emergency treatment for the puncture wound in his muscles. It was praiseworthy that his body didn’t rot and endured till now. 


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