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.”

If she begged Apollo and pleaded with him to punish those bastards who were destroying Thebes, wouldn’t he say he would do it since he was so in love with her? The god of wine also read his priestess’ mind.


“What are you waiting for? Come on.”


Dionysus quietly poked the back of Eutostea who was sitting beside him. And then he left the spot for the two. A mischievous smile broke across his lips, who was riding on the panther’s back and disappearing into the darkness of the woods. 


Dionysus was about to watch his love rival plunging. He thought about Apollo being intoxicated with the bravery he believed in, dedicating the Theban victory to Eutostea at her feet, having his ankle ligaments torn by his father’s hand, and plunging to the bottom of Tartarus. Wasn’t it thrilling?


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