049. Destiny
Since it had already happened, Perseus naturally couldn't just forget it.
But the most important thing is not this.
Perseus didn't know what happened to him just now. At that moment, he impulsively kissed her lips and even felt extremely satisfied and happy at that moment.
Perseus couldn't help but feel regretful and confused. Knowing himself, even if he really had such thoughts about Medusa, he would try hard to control his behavior.
However, her lips were sweeter and softer than Perseus had ever tasted before. The abrupt end after the brief contact made everything shrouded in an even more hazy and brilliant filter, becoming almost the most beautiful memory for Perseus after he had nothing left.
Perhaps, Medusa is indeed a different existence to him.
Especially when she calmly told him about the pain she had experienced, the emotions became more turbulent and could no longer be suppressed. He even wanted to tell Medusa everything he had experienced during this period.
However, his remaining rationality told him that it was impossible for a woman like this to survive the hands of the gods, especially since her actions during this period were really questionable.
But Perseus had to admit that her brightness, fragility and strength... seemed to be touching him every moment, as if he had nothing, and could easily stir up his emotions, making him become a stranger even to himself.
At that moment, Perseus couldn't help but think, even if he really stepped into the trap she set, so what?
There seemed to be a voice in his heart shouting at him... Fall, fall into her arms, become her dog, her weapon and her possession, so that he could gain some meaning of existence from it.
What else could Perseus, who already had nothing, lose?
So, facing her sudden indifference and resistance, Perseus remained silent for a long time before finally speaking slowly, "...whatever you want to do is what I will do."
Noticing Medusa's surprised look, Perseus couldn't help but laugh, as if after saying this, he vaguely understood what she wanted from him.
——All of him.
But even so, Perseus still looked at her with a burning gaze, and couldn't help but continue speaking, suppressing his willingness, "No matter who the target of revenge is... I will stand on your side."
Because he really wants it.
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On the other side, the golden light lingering on Medusa's fingers hidden behind her back disappeared almost instantly. The power of "hope" can only amplify the desires in the other party's heart, and cannot create them out of thin air.
To this end, she was forced to feign loyalty to a man who had beheaded her in a prophetic dream, opening her deepest and most painful wounds to show him, and then begging for mercy to gain his trust, prompting Perseus to realize his desires.
Of course, Medusa did not tell the whole truth, because she knew that a perfect lie had to be nine parts true and one part false. In this way, she could gain Perseus' trust and take this opportunity to let Perseus completely let go of his grudges.
This finally allowed Perseus to take the most important step, which was exactly what Medusa wanted most.
However, what she wanted was not for another man to replace the role of Poseidon, the god of the sea, and continue to possess her from a high position. Otherwise, everything would be no different from what she had experienced before at the bottom of the sea.
After regaining her freedom, Medusa did not want a man to rely on, but a loyal dog. The former relies on others, while the latter relies on oneself by using others.
Call her ruthless or indifferent, Medusa has not cared about other people's eyes for a long time, and her heart has become hardened by all the pain. At least after experiencing all this, Medusa would never allow herself to treat Perseus sincerely even if she was kind to the beggars on the street.
But after hearing Perseus' words, Medusa was still slightly stunned for a moment. She did not expect Perseus' loyalty to come so quickly and resolutely, as if he resolutely stepped into the trap he set after realizing all this.
However, this was not important to her at all. Medusa quickly came to her senses, gave Perseus a forced smile, and hypocritically declined, "But the object of my revenge is the great god. The road is too long, and I cannot let you get in trouble."
Perseus looked at her with a complicated expression, and suddenly said in his low, dry voice, "Medusa, can I hold you?"
Medusa didn't react for a moment and just stared at him blankly.
However, in the next second, Medusa felt a pair of hands hugging her at an extremely slow speed, as if wanting to make her feel respected in this way.
"I can't guarantee that I can help you achieve your revenge successfully, but I, Perseus, will keep my word."
Medusa rested her cheek against Perseus's hot chest and could even hear his strong and rapid heartbeat in her ears.
She couldn't help but smile, raised her head and narrowed her charming eyes at him, then suddenly raised her hand to his cheek, and gently stroked Perseus' lips with her fingers, lingering with a hint of ambiguity.
"Thank you Perseus, I...will be forever grateful to you."
Medusa certainly knew that Perseus didn't want her gratitude in the literal sense, but as her soft fingertips touched his face and she spoke slowly and elongatedly, her words seemed to carry other hints.
But soon, she withdrew her hand as if nothing had happened, and the hidden desire disappeared completely, as if it had never happened.
But the marks left by the fingertips still remained on Perseus' face, and he soon felt an inexplicable sense of loss and emptiness. However, when he noticed that Medusa was struggling in his arms, he chose to release his hands that were restraining her after a long time.
God knows how much he suppressed his strong desire!
Medusa's eyes were now filled with an innocent and pure smile. She stood on tiptoe, stretched out her hand, and touched his golden curly hair as if to comfort and reward him.
Perseus looked at her with burning eyes. Compared to Medusa, he was very tall, but Perseus finally squatted down obediently, lowered his head to her, and let her fingers run through his hair.
Although he didn't say anything, Perseus' actions proved everything. He closed his eyes and carefully felt the touch of her fingertips on her hair.
Medusa couldn't help but curl her beautiful eyes in satisfaction, and even gained an unprecedented sense of contentment. It seemed as if she had easily made Perseus, the demigod loyal to Athena in the prophetic dream, become her dog.
However, even with Perseus's promise and obedience, the road ahead did not become easier, and she had to continue thinking about what she should do next.
The reason she slept with Perseus before was not only because she wanted to seduce him, but also because she wanted to try to take Perseus with her to the Tartarus in her dreams.
However, she tried many times, even deliberately letting their skin touch, and it never happened as successfully as before.
It seems that they cannot go to Tartarus to get the sickle of Kronos, the second generation god king, for the time being.
But if they couldn't go to Tartarus, where should they go?
Medusa watched Perseus packing his luggage again. As he was about to leave the town, she suddenly remembered the strong resentment she had felt in her heart when facing the attack of the powerful Athena. At that time, she even wanted to get an explanation.
Looking back now, all that unwillingness eventually turned into a daunting destination.
——The Temple of Destiny where the Goddess of Destiny resides.
But does she really want to do this?
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Athena, the goddess of wisdom and war, did not receive support from her father, the king of gods Zeus, but even felt his coldness and suspicion.
For this reason, Athena had to calm down for a while to avoid deepening her father's plan for her.
However, as a powerful god, he was destined to be unable to swallow this humiliation, and he could not understand why such a weak Medusa could be so lucky to survive until now?
Although Athena did not have the ability to predict, even so, such a small mortal should eventually become an evil monster and then be ruthlessly destroyed, which should not be the case in any case!
Athena even felt a little uneasy because of this, but she couldn't tell why.
He did not go to Prometheus, the god of prophecy and foresight, to find out the truth. After all, Prometheus had offended Zeus before, so he did not want to further arouse the dissatisfaction of the king of gods Zeus.
So Athena went to the Temple of Fate, where the three goddesses of fate lived in legend.
The three goddesses of fate are collectively called Moira. Fate is like a spinning thread. The youngest goddess among them is in charge of the future and weaving the thread of life, the second oldest goddess is responsible for maintaining the thread of life, and the eldest goddess is responsible for cutting the thread of life. ①
No one or any god can defy the arrangement of the goddess of fate, or in other words, defy fate itself, not even the king of gods. Therefore, the first king of gods Ouroboros and the second king of gods Kronos were both imprisoned in Tartarus because of fate.
Zeus, the third king of gods at the time, was also wary of everything because of the prophecy that he would be overthrown.
In fact, the three goddesses of fate are also daughters of Zeus and sisters of Athena. It is difficult for ordinary people or gods to see them, but for the powerful Athena, this is naturally not a difficult task.
At this moment, the three sisters who were cutting and spinning in the temple felt Athena's arrival, but did not stop. Instead, they asked in unison, "My dear Athena, why are you here?"
Athena slowly approached the three goddesses of fate and said, "I have come to inquire about the fate of a mortal."
Atropos, the eldest of the Fates, looked up after cutting a glittering thread. "Oh? Who is that?"
"A woman named Medusa, who was once my priestess and then betrayed me."
Even the three sisters who were not very involved in the affairs of Mount Olympus had heard of this name. After pondering for a moment, the three of them finally stopped their actions and stood up to bring Athena the prophecy she wanted.
"...the God-King and humanity unite on their destined path. The evil monster will be ruthlessly slain, the hero will be eulogized, and its head will become the most powerful weapon, embedded in the shield of the strong."
After receiving Medusa's prophecy, Athena smiled kindly and gracefully with satisfaction, but even so, the uneasiness in her heart had not completely disappeared.
Could it be that the time has not come yet, so all this has not happened yet?
But no one can escape fate, let alone the fact that the other party is just a weak mortal?
So, after leaving the Temple of Fate, Athena couldn't help but turn her eyes to Medusa and Perseus.
Soon, He found them in a prosperous town, but Athena's face soon darkened, because Perseus, who was supposed to kill Medusa according to the prophecy... was kissing her passionately.
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