(Greek Mythology) The Abyss
Chapter Eight
Gaia's eldest son was born, but Eros failed to help care for his nephew as promised. Because Eros, a master of self-destruction, had once again lived up to expectations and brought about his own demise.
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After helping his sisters, Eros, with great foresight, considered the vast number of gods in the future. To avoid the tragedy of him personally exerting his divine power on each god and exhausting himself to death, he felt it necessary to find a simpler and faster method.
It's worth noting that Eros himself was the embodiment of all love and lust, so he decided to study himself.
What a moving and selfless act of sacrifice!
And then, and then, he researched and destroyed his own body.
The power of love and lust emanating from his decomposed body scattered throughout the world, successfully achieving Eros's original goal, but terrifying his older brothers and sisters.
The relationship between the gods of Gaitan was quite good, far better than that of later deities. Eros's outburst was enough to scare the gods to death; they almost thought their youngest brother had perished!
Upon rushing to the scene, they discovered it was a false alarm. While being reduced to a soul wasn't exactly a good thing, it was better than their initial assumption of death. Simply put, it was the difference between being salvageable and being completely finished.
Compared to the anxious and worried gods, Eros's reaction was infuriating. Even the usually composed Tartarus could barely maintain his composure, while the gentlest of them all, Nyx, was deathly pale. But Eros showed no sign of distress, not only adapting well to his new ghostly state but also thoroughly enjoying himself, causing the gods' lips to twitch slightly involuntarily.
His nerves were truly remarkable.
He really had an incredibly thick skin. Eros, did you even notice how many nephews and nieces are here? It's truly embarrassing to embarrass yourself in front of your juniors.
Uranus thought to himself that being wary of Eros was incredibly foolish of him, considering he was one of the five creator gods in this state.
Penteus and Uriah's worldviews were shattered and hadn't been successfully reconstructed yet, so there were no immediate plans. As for Aether, he was still in Hell; Nyx had left in such a hurry that he'd forgotten him at home. Even the meticulous Nyx forgot, and Erebus certainly hadn't remembered to bring his son.
Seeing that Eros was alright, Tartarus finally had the mind to consider how to solve the problem of Eros losing his body, and then he thought of his symbiotic artifact.
A symbiotic artifact is something that only a few powerful gods can possess. This "few" means that gods who possess symbiotic artifacts are certainly powerful, but powerful gods don't necessarily possess symbiotic artifacts. As for whether you can actually possess a companion artifact, that depends entirely on your luck. Of course, we can call it in a more common way—that is, your character, or rather, your divine talent.
Tartaros's divine talent is undoubtedly excellent; otherwise, how could he be the protagonist of this story? He not only possesses a companion artifact, but his companion artifact is also incredibly powerful… a mirror.
So it's not surprising that he doesn't like his companion artifact. He's saying, what does he need a mirror for? To admire himself?
Ahem, of course, appearance doesn't really matter; what matters is its power, its power, its power. (I'll say it three times because it's important.)
This mirror, like an ordinary mirror, can reflect light and deflect most attacks. It can also create illusions, trapping beings in their imaginations, and can freely blur the boundaries between illusion and reality. The mirror space can also be used as a storage space, and it possesses a bunch of miscellaneous abilities related to time, space, souls, and so on. In short, it's incredibly powerful, absolutely essential for fighting, entertainment, home life, and travel. You deserve to have one. Of course, none of that is the key point. The key point is that it can not only attack and absorb souls, but also nurture the souls absorbed into the mirror space. Once nurtured, it's much easier for the soul to reshape its body.
Having figured out a solution, Tartarus, regaining his senses, could no longer tolerate Eros's carefree, floating antics. Did he think this was a horror movie, or rather, a comedy?
So, Tartarus simply and decisively crumpled Eros's soul into a ball and stuffed it into the mirror.
(⊙▽⊙) The gods who witnessed the whole process all wore the same bewildered expression.
What a brutal act! Years of reclusive life in hell, cultivating their minds with music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, have only increased their ruthlessness, which is quite gratifying (just kidding).
Having dealt with his goofy little brother, Tartarus stared expressionlessly at his other siblings, providing free, cold air.
The gods, feeling a chill run down their spines from the intense stare, thought, "So, what exactly are you trying to say, bro? Give us a hint, okay? We really don't have mind-reading abilities, do we?"
Tartarus simply remained silent. "Guess! Don't even think about leaving until you figure it out. Time is the last thing we're missing."
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"Bro, please! Stop! This! Okay! No! Our hearts can't take this kind of stimulation!"
"Uh... bro, I promise I won't do anything reckless like Eros," Nyx said hesitantly, trying to gauge his brother's thought process.
He gave Nyx an appreciative look. His little sister was definitely the most considerate. He didn't want any more of this terrifying thing to happen. You have to believe me, even gods get scared sometimes.
With the standard answer in hand, the other gods also spoke up, elaborating on the central argument of "absolutely not courting death." Their eloquence was remarkable, and their assurances were delivered with great gusto.
They weren't as stupid as Eros!
Let's light a candle for Eros, who was collectively despised by his older siblings. Being constantly used as a negative example is truly pathetic; he's a real poor kid.
Chapter 8