postscript

Medusa felt as if there was an extremely powerful and familiar force in the suddenly appeared big hole, pulling her down continuously.

This power came at a very opportune moment, as most of Medusa's power had dissipated by now, and she was completely powerless to resist in her attempt to revitalize this decaying world.

As a result, Medusa plummeted.

Medusa had actually anticipated what was happening now. She knew that the oath with the gods was bound by the laws of the world, not to mention that the God of the Abyss was an ancient and unaffected creator god.

Even though Medusa was once so close to the throne of the God King, she had no chance of winning against Tartarus.

But she didn't expect all this to happen so quickly and so urgently, without even giving her a few days to relax.

Although Medusa did not want to stay in the abyss forever, she could only accept this reality as things had come to this point.

But as she fell rapidly, seeing Perseus flying towards her desperately, a trace of guilt flashed through Medusa's heart. She had never told Perseus about the oath with the God of the Abyss, so he naturally had no way of knowing that her fall was actually safe.

As if possessed by a ghost, as she was about to fall into the abyss, she loudly asked Perseus to take good care of them.

Half of what she said was literal, but for the other half, Medusa couldn't help but feel that Perseus seemed to need a reason to continue, just like herself.

And this was the reason she gave him.

The speed of her descent would only increase. Medusa had barely finished speaking when she was completely enveloped by darkness. She felt as if she had passed through a long, deep passage, the light fading from her...

However, even the abyss has an end.

Medusa suddenly felt that the darkness seemed to have substance, as if countless soft, warm, invisible hands were gently embracing and holding her up, and her falling speed slowed down unconsciously.

The darkness gradually changed color, becoming a very dim red, and Medusa vaguely saw the naked, hideous red rocks growing ruggedly.

The next second, with a "pop", she felt herself suddenly caught steadily by a pair of stylish hands. Medusa didn't even see the other person's face, but guessed the other person's identity from the familiar smell.

But before Medusa could react, she heard a distant sigh, as if the speaker was helpless about something.

Then, she felt a cool touch on her forehead. Medusa frowned and looked, only to find that it was Tartarus's finger.

But soon, His fingers gradually became stronger, leaving a shallow depression and red mark on Medusa's fair skin.

Medusa immediately became alert, staring at the harmless and handsome face with her whole body tense, and even struggled to break free from the other's shackles.

"Don't move..."

She did not listen to the other party's instructions, but soon, Medusa felt the abyss's unwelcomeness towards her.

Medusa suddenly felt a deep fear in such a dark and lonely vast place. Unlike before, she came to Tartarus through dreams most of the time. The first time Medusa actually arrived at this place, she felt uncomfortable all over, as if she was crushed by an invisible force.

And now, this feeling seemed to be even stronger. With only a small amount of weak strength left, she gradually felt the malice under the power contrast, and began to tremble all over, and her limbs became numb.

There was a trace of sadness in Tartarus' sigh. The abyss of hell was not a place that ordinary people could reach. The original Medusa was not very powerful, but her coming through dreams provided an opportunity for their meeting.

In the past, he was not indifferent to Medusa's temptation, but if his powerful body really did something to her, she would not be able to bear it and would soon leave this beautiful dream.

To this possible loss, Tartarus would rather choose that she could stay by his side longer, even if it was just simple companionship.

However, this loss has an end. When Medusa is able to complete her revenge and possesses the same powerful power, everything will be fulfilled.

However, what Tartarus longed for never came. Medusa's originally powerful strength was lost, and she was even weaker than when he first saw her. As a result, he lost the possibility of continuing.

He even suspected that Medusa did this on purpose in order to evade the oath between them, but there was no way of knowing what she was thinking.

At this moment, nothing was more important than Medusa. He pursed his thin lips tightly, but still lowered his head towards the person he had longed for, and kissed her lips slowly and vaguely.

Tartarus's movements were gentle yet very serious, as if he was treating a beloved lover.

Medusa found that she seemed to hate being treated like this. In the past, she had no way to deal with it and could only choose to become the best among them in order to achieve her goal.

But now, this has completely lost its necessity for her.

She subconsciously wanted to avoid Him, but the cold wind from the abyss of hell, as sharp as a knife, made her lips tremble uncontrollably, and she had no way to resist.

But soon, she discovered that although Tartarus' fingers were cold, his lips were extremely hot. Medusa only felt that the strength in her body became fuller at this time, and her limbs regained some consciousness. The howling coldness also dissipated slightly and became less terrifying.

She began to indulge in this feeling of fusion and absorption. Perhaps it was because Medusa was no longer the one being asked for something, but instead gained something from it. She felt that this was much better than all the kisses she had tasted in the past.

But at this moment, Medusa woke up as if she had been electrocuted, because she suddenly realized that there was an invisible weapon leaping towards her wildly, more powerful than anything she had felt before. Her weak body suddenly became unnecessarily soft and wet. Medusa guessed that this was a kind of softness with awe, and anything deeper would be a bit too much for her now.

After her great revenge, Medusa no longer needed to please any man. She did have some needs due to the past, but these needs were not necessary, especially when the object was Tartarus, the god of the abyss. There had never really been anything between them, and nothing should happen now.

The kiss came quickly and ended quickly.

Medusa still remembered the sound of His breathing in her ear. He was obviously different from Perseus and not very similar to Poseidon, but in the end it was still the same, except that the voice was more restrained and distant.

Nothing was different. Maybe there were some novelties and changes, but in the end it did not bring her any nostalgia.

If Medusa had to live in such an abyss with Tartarus forever, she might have become even more of a walking corpse than him.

It was a pity that before she could free herself from this disastrous oath, she was captured by Him in this form.

After being pushed away, Tartarus regained his previous expression. He looked at the silent and alert Medusa, his calm face revealing a hint of compassion.

Medusa had seen compassion on the faces of many gods, but his compassion was different from theirs. It was not sympathy for the suffering of others, but more like an internalization of the self, which added a bit of reality.

He released his arms from holding Medusa and gently placed her on a huge rock.

Medusa had no intention of escaping. She was very self-aware that this was impossible.

'I...changed my mind.'

She frowned and looked at Him in confusion.

Tartarus smiled faintly, but that smile was still sacred. The decline of the Olympian gods did not affect him at all.

'You don't have to stay in the abyss with me forever.'

Medusa opened her mouth and was about to speak, but her expression changed again. The endless deep and cold feeling once again filled her body, making her feel uncomfortable again.

It was vague at first, but then the feeling gradually became deeper, lingering around her like an lingering fog.

Later, when Tartarus picked her up again, Medusa felt much better.

She raised her clear purple eyes and looked at Tartarus in front of her with hope, trying to get a way to free herself from his mouth.

Tartarus naturally couldn't bear all this, but he was not a selfless god. He spent a long time alone and thought he had no desires. It was not until he met Medusa that he realized that he wanted a lot.

After all, He still did not completely break the oath with Medusa. 'When I summon you, you must return to the abyss. Otherwise, I will give you freedom...'

There was no expression of gratitude on Medusa's face, she just stared at His face with her eyes.

She did not understand what Tartarus meant. Medusa had no worries now, but his great mercy was like a long shackle that would never allow her to be completely free.

"I don't need intermittent freedom. I am willing to accompany you for a long time, but this is limited in time, in exchange for eternal rest in the future."

“…”

Tartarus was silent. He seemed to sense Medusa's decision from her depression and indifference, but this was something he absolutely did not want to see.

Then, the ancient god spoke to her slowly, just as Medusa had done to Perseus, 'But mankind will always need you.'