029. Darkness
The sea water ebbed and flowed as usual, and the fish on the seabed were frightened by the sudden change in the water flow and fled in all directions.
Perhaps there was a rumor that Poseidon, the god of the sea, was furious with everyone's favorite Triton. If you look at his neck now, you can still see a deep red finger mark.
No one knows why Poseidon, the god of the sea, was so angry that he would even do such a thing to his most outstanding son, but Youyu guessed that it must be related to Medusa who came from the mainland.
After all, ever since she came, there has been no peace at the bottom of the sea.
No marine creature knows the truth, but this solemn atmosphere hangs over all creatures living on the seabed, fearing that they will be implicated if they are not careful.
On the other hand, the development of the matter was completely different from what everyone imagined. When the protagonist of the event, Poseidon, the god of the sea, finally stood up from this hearty joy, Medusa suddenly grasped his strong arm with her slender white hand, with a hint of charm in her wet eyes, and she was hesitant to speak.
Seeing Medusa's satisfied expression, Poseidon took it for granted that his tenderness and strength had filled her deep desires, and that she wanted to confirm the authenticity of this false love.
He buried his head in Medusa, who was covered in crimson, and kissed her plump lips, which had turned white from biting them with pleasure, with a soothing kiss. But somehow, this simple solace suddenly changed its meaning, and He began to caress and entangle with her lips and tongue.
Medusa had been forced to learn the skill of being undefeated from this almost shameful pleasure. Because she always had a firm determination in her heart, she could still rekindle her desire for such a disgusting and despicable god with just her sticky and wet lips and tongue.
Poseidon never thought that just by pretending to be a little gentle like Triton, he could get Medusa's wholehearted cooperation and feedback. This greatly pleased him and gave him a new understanding of desire.
He always believed that love and desire are separate, but only now did Poseidon realize that the combination of the two is the most beautiful.
But this beauty didn't last long. Medusa suddenly pushed him away, and the affection and decadence in her eyes that he loved so much disappeared. Her smile didn't even reach her eyes, and it was like a mirror reflecting his own hideous face. "If you need anything, go quickly. It will be bad if you're late."
The confusion that Medusa brought to him was almost unbearable. Beyond Poseidon's expectations, her expression changed too quickly. She was eagerly craving him in the last second, as if she almost wanted to give her body and soul to him, but after using him, she no longer cared about his existence.
He is Poseidon, the ruler of the sea! How could he be ignored by a lowly woman?
However, Poseidon still remembered what he wanted to gain from Medusa. He imagined himself gaining all her love. His anger eased slightly, and he chuckled meaningfully, "Don't you want to be with me?"
Medusa spoke softly, but her expression showed a lack of interest, "But, I'm tired."
Hearing her answer, an unbearable irritation suddenly surged in his heart. No woman had ever dared to speak to Poseidon, the god of the sea, in this way, not to mention that he had used rare patience to invite her, only to be dismissed so casually.
Perhaps she noticed Poseidon's displeasure, so Medusa suddenly spoke again reluctantly, "If you really want me to go, then I'll go get dressed."
Her face clearly showed reluctance, and Poseidon could hardly resist revealing his true nature as he coldly mocked her, "Go if you want."
But before he could open his mouth, he saw Medusa slowly stand up, as if she was not just talking.
Her purple hair fluttered in the water, faintly covering her fair and slender back. Her graceful body was paddling with the water. She bent down to pick up the clothes that were carried to the corner by the water and kept spinning. She raised her plump and red buttocks and stretched her slender legs. She raised her arms, and her shoulder blades wrapped in flesh on her back bulged slightly. Finally, she put on the eyesore clothes.
Even Poseidon, who had seen countless women, had to admit that she was so pleasing to the eye.
All the beautiful qualities that he coveted were covered up by this ugly and loose dress, but when Poseidon looked at Medusa swimming towards him, he felt that she seemed even more beautiful and colorful. This look of desire without knowing it evoked the memory of Medusa in his mind, which was charming and chaotic, affectionate and crazy, and he couldn't stop.
*
In addition to procreating, Poseidon's duties are to patrol the sea, provide humans with fresh water, and protect sailors and fishermen when he is in a good mood.
The latter did not require Poseidon to actually do anything, so there was no doubt that his purpose this time was the former.
At first, I pretended to be hesitant even though I knew the answer well enough. But after seeing that familiar golden carriage, my face immediately fell and my voice became cold. "Forget it, I'm not going."
Poseidon's blue eyes stared at me intently, as if he wanted to find out something from me, but we both knew very well that he had humiliated and tamed me time and time again on his chariot, and no woman would remain indifferent to this.
But facing my rejection, the situation was reversed. The usually handsome and indifferent Poseidon, the god of the sea, frowned at this time, and his face revealed a hidden and imperceptible helplessness, which was very rare for a main god who never thought he was wrong.
But soon, He squinted His eyes and looked at me. This habit was clearly deeply ingrained in Poseidon, and no matter how hard He tried to disguise Himself, He couldn't change it. He was silent for a moment, then spoke in a calm tone, "Medusa, you should know that you are the only woman who has boarded this golden chariot."
He seemed to want to express my uniqueness, but I only felt that this uniqueness was more like a tribulation that crushed my soul. If I wavered for a moment on this carriage, I would completely become His walking corpse and bow to those who bullied me!
And how could Poseidon really change even a little bit because of such a boring and numb woman?
If I give in, my only fate will be abandonment or even death.
"But I am only a humble lover of your god Poseidon. What use is this supreme honor to me?"
My words were ambiguous yet extremely sarcastic, but they seemed to carry a different meaning in his ears. Poseidon chuckled with pleasure, and suddenly he embraced me, his broad, hard chest shaking slightly. "Are you angry?"
I said nothing, but just looked at Him calmly.
Poseidon, however, didn't take it seriously. Instead, he immersed himself in the beautiful illusion he had created for me. He said affectionately, "Then you should look at this vast ocean. At that moment, it was just you and me. You were not just 'something' to me, but everything to me."
I raised my eyebrows and looked at Him. I believed that these touching words of love would move all of His lovers, but I just found it funny.
But despite this, I still managed to put on an expression of shock and surprise on my face. He seemed very satisfied with this. He put his arm around my waist and took me into the car without saying anything.
I finally agreed reluctantly and sat in this magnificent carriage again. Even the way this monster with a horse head and a fish tail looked at me changed. Perhaps it noticed the change in Poseidon's attitude towards me. The previous ridicule disappeared, and it didn't even dare to look at me.
"Dogs" are always the best at reading their owners' expressions.
Thus, this golden chariot belonging to Poseidon, the god of the sea, slowly started up, carrying him and I, each with our own ulterior motives, towards the vast sea.
*
Perseus had never thought that he was the son of Zeus, the king of gods. For a moment, an indescribable surge of emotion and pride surged in his heart, and he finally understood why the gods were willing to lend him their treasures.
It turns out that he is not a fatherless, lowly SON OF A BITCH, but the Son of God.
The strange golden rain that his mother mentioned must be the work of the king of gods Zeus. Perseus naturally has a good impression of his powerful father. Therefore, even though the lives of mother and son are absurd and full of pain, he always feels that this must be a test and trial given to them by his father.
This way, everything seems to make sense.
Perseus couldn't help but have a thought in his mind, a thought that came from the darkness of a degraded and unrecognized person suddenly gaining identity.
If Perseus was just a powerless mortal before, then what is the difference between him, the son of God, and Poseidon, the god of the sea?
The power in his body seemed to be endless. When Perseus knew his origin, his body and mind began to slowly match and unify, and even the treasures from the gods in his hands became easy to control.
At this moment, he wanted very strongly to complete the instructions his father had given him in the dream, to slay the evil, and to become the ruler of mankind as described by "He" - the King of Gods Zeus, so as not to disappoint his father.
Of course, Perseus also wanted to rescue the innocent girl who was forced by Poseidon and do what he thought was right.
However, although he had power, he still did not dare to be as reckless and impulsive as last time. Perseus decided to take advantage of the time when Poseidon, the god of the sea, was patrolling the sea to kill the evil and shameless Medusa first, and then secretly bring the girl back to the mainland, so that she could successfully escape from his control.
This plan was obviously much better than his previous reckless rush, so Perseus ignored the wind and sun and just sat on the shore, patiently waiting for the opportunity to come.
Perseus soon got his first chance. Poseidon, the god of the sea, was galloping across the sea in an exquisite and gorgeous golden chariot. Because the sea was too vast, he could only vaguely see His chariot.
But just as he was about to dive into the sea, Perseus noticed that there seemed to be someone else in the approaching chariot besides Poseidon, the god of the sea.
Even from a distance, Perseus could easily identify the familiar figure... It was none other than the girl he had been thinking about saving!
But... why was she willingly sitting in the arms of Poseidon, the god of the sea, with her arms tightly around his neck?
Perseus was stunned on the spot, his head was completely confused. He didn't understand why the fear on her face seemed to have completely disappeared in just a few short days. Instead, she sat in his arms affectionately, smiling and whispering something in his ear.
But this harmony did not last long. The next second, Poseidon, the god of the sea, ruthlessly pushed her away and slapped her hard in the face.
There was a "pop" sound, and Perseus, who was far away on the coast, could faintly hear it.
The vicious slap instantly drove away Perseus, who was almost shrouded in dark thoughts. He was so angry that he almost wanted to rush over, and even felt deeply ashamed of his previous blame for her.
——She was just a weak girl, how could she have the strength to defy the powerful sea god Poseidon?
All of this was because she wanted to survive, so she was forced to please the arbitrary ruler of the ocean, but even so, she still faced humiliation and harm.
Just like Perseus' kind and wonderful mother Danae, in order to survive on a strange island with her child Perseus, she could ignore all the dark speculations and ridicules and endure the humiliation until the day Perseus grew up.
Why do innocent people always suffer such painful harm?
However, unexpectedly, the development of the matter was once again beyond Perseus's expectations. When he thought that the girl would silently endure and bear the violence from the gods, he saw her slowly stand up and stand dangerously beside the carriage.
She fell into the surging sea with an almost resolute attitude. The violent white splashes were like her final helpless struggle, leaving deep pity and shock in his heart.
But the hateful and cruel sea god Poseidon didn't even pay any attention to the girl, and continued to patrol the sea that belonged to him.
But he knew that for disobeying the ruler of the sea, she would surely suffer even more terrible treatment!
So Perseus took action. He wanted to dive into the water immediately and rescue the girl from the shackles of the sea!
However, when he wanted to get closer to the sea, Perseus discovered that the tide was suddenly more turbulent than before for some unknown reason, and the tide that hit the shore was getting higher and higher. The powerful pressure that belonged only to the Lord God even reached from the center of the sea to where he was!
At this time, Perseus, who was full of power, was not afraid at all. He took these treasures and wanted to rush into the sea to compete with Poseidon.
However, as soon as this thought emerged, Perseus' mind suddenly recalled the words of his father, the God King Zeus, as if his voice were right beside his ears...
"Don't forget who you are, and don't forget the source of your power—you will always be a child of Olympus."
He was only a demigod after all. Even though the present was different from the past and he had more power and obtained the treasures of the gods, no one and no god could doubt the power of Poseidon. Zeus, the king of gods, could not watch his highly regarded son challenge his equally powerful brother Poseidon, thus causing turmoil in the power of Olympus.
The demigod Perseus naturally didn't quite understand the twists and turns involved, but because of the echo of his father's words lingering in his ears, he slowly calmed down.
At the same time, the waves became more violent than before, almost sweeping him into the sea as he was on the shore. The pressure mixed with anger continued to spread, far exceeding Perseus's expectations. In the end, he stopped and dared not act rashly again.
At the same time, he vaguely felt a suspicious and inquiring gaze coming from the center of the sea. The vigilant Perseus immediately hid himself behind a huge rock to avoid the gaze of Poseidon, the god of the sea.
Perseus closed his eyes while hiding, feeling very complicated. Thinking of what he had seen and heard before, and remembering how Poseidon, the god of the sea, bullied the innocent girl in front of him last time... He suddenly realized that even though he was the son of God, there were still many things he was powerless to do.
The so-called confronting the Sea God and competing with Him seemed like a joke.
After an unknown amount of time, when Perseus mustered up the courage to stand up and look at the sea again, Poseidon, the god of the sea, had already disappeared from the sea.
He didn't know whether the other party had gone to patrol other sea areas or had returned to the bottom of the sea, but Perseus didn't dare to act rashly.
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Fortunately, Perseus was not someone who gave up easily. When he waited for Poseidon to leave again a few days later, he saw the girl again in his golden chariot.
However, this time, Poseidon was patrolling in the completely opposite direction. The outline became smaller and smaller, and Perseus could no longer see what was happening there as clearly as before.
However, Perseus no longer had any bad guesses about the poor girl, but looked at her from afar with a look of sympathy and pity.
How much more suffering will she have to endure beside Poseidon, the god of the sea?
Perseus didn't know it, but he cared and fell into this sympathetic and compassionate worry again and again.
But in any case, since Poseidon was still taking her with him when he patrolled the sea this time, Perseus' plan to go into the sea to rescue her while Poseidon was away was forced to come to a halt.
Perseus obviously couldn't forget the gods' mission to kill Medusa because of that girl, but even though he was afraid of the gods' accountability, he decided to wait a little longer...
He will definitely wait for the chance to save her!
*
Although Athena, the goddess of war and wisdom, was disappointed with Perseus, she also knew that Poseidon, the god of the sea, was indeed powerful and should not be blamed too much.
Not only that, for some unknown reason, the unruly Poseidon seemed to have not tired of the ordinary and weak Medusa until this moment, so it was natural that Perseus had no chance to take action.
However, He had waited too long and had grown impatient.
At this moment, Athena, who was paying attention to Perseus, finally saw Medusa again sitting in the golden chariot with Poseidon, the god of the sea.
This was actually the second time he saw Medusa sitting on the chariot that symbolized the status of the sea god. Although he had long known that Ceres had not yet disliked her, this deep affection still surprised him.
Soon, this surprise turned into anger.
For the chaste and great Athena, the existence of Medusa is a very annoying stain. Only by erasing it as soon as possible can she restore her original purity.
But it wouldn't be so necessary for Athena to take action personally for this little Medusa in front of Poseidon, the god of the sea.
The funny thing is, perhaps the more she disliked it, the more she cared about it. Athena was looking at her deeply from the heights of Mount Olympus, as if she wanted to figure out what her true nature was that would cause her to do such a shameless thing.
At the same time, Medusa sat comfortably on Poseidon's golden chariot, the sea breeze blowing her hair, and her face revealed a hint of joy.
She looked at the vast ocean from this angle curiously and realized that Poseidon was right. The sea was indeed refreshing.
As the god of the sea, Poseidon had long been tired of such beautiful scenery, and turned to look at Medusa beside him.
But suddenly, Medusa paused and frowned slowly as if she felt uncomfortable.
Poseidon lazily asked, "What's wrong?"
Medusa raised her neck slightly and looked up at the clear sky, as if trying to find out what was going on.
But soon, she lowered her head and said, "Nothing, I just think the sky is beautiful."
Poseidon sneered, then casually took Medusa into his arms.
However, what Medusa didn't know was that... her upward gaze happened to meet the eyes of the spying Athena, causing the great, just and kind god to frown.
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