050.Satisfaction
050
Time passed very quickly. After packing up the few belongings we had, Perseus and I left the bustling town and embarked on a road that belonged only to me... or rather, to us.
Except for some towns with large populations, most of the land is barren. We have nothing and don't even know where our destination is.
When I left the bottom of the sea, I actually had no money on me, and Perseus had spent almost all of it by taking me to see a doctor and paying for a few days' rent.
Even though we both have some power, we are not immortal. Even the demigod Perseus needs to eat and sleep, so he still needs money.
At this moment, we are sitting by a dark fire in the desert. The red flames are reflected on our bodies, and our bodies feel the warmth brought by the flames. The sparks that burst out from time to time indicate that we can only spend one night here under such simple conditions.
But I didn't care much about it. Looking at Perseus stirring the bonfire, I chose to tell Perseus that I wanted to find the goddess of fate.
Because I don't know where the Temple of Destiny is, and as Perseus is the offspring of Zeus, I think he may have some clues, or at least know much more than I do.
He was silent for a moment, but didn't object. "Actually, if possible, I'd also like to know what fate is."
Perseus etched a hint of sadness as he spoke. My heart, already turbulent, suddenly piqued, and I asked, "Why do you want to know?"
Perseus turned his head, his handsome, youthful face revealing premature maturity and resolve. His Adam's apple rolled slightly as his gaze met mine. He lowered his eyes and spoke with mixed feelings, "It's mainly because of my mother. I don't understand why fate would treat her like this..."
"your mother?"
I seemed to have caught a quick glimpse of this existence in that prophetic dream, but even so I still didn't know her very well. However, I was keenly aware of something, and suddenly became quiet. Then I reached out and patted him gently on the shoulder, trying to express my comfort to him in this way.
But Perseus beside me seemed to take it seriously. He suddenly grabbed my hand on his shoulder and said in a quiet and sad tone, "My mother... was killed by a sea monster."
As he spoke, he sighed deeply, and even his words trembled slightly.
"…I'm so sorry you're going through this."
Although many of my words and actions towards Perseus were deliberate and hypocritical, I really meant it when I said this, because in my opinion, no matter how terrible the humiliation is, it is not as terrifying as death.
Death represents the complete loss of all hope of resistance and change. This is why I would rather face these gods than accept my fate, and also because I fear and even hate Perseus.
"Not only that, before she died, the messenger Hermes used her to threaten me and asked me to kill you."
I suddenly looked up at Perseus, who looked in pain, and felt a little surprised. At the same time, I felt him holding my hand even tighter.
"Earlier still, my father... the God King Zeus made her pregnant unexpectedly through a golden rain. My mother Danae was thrown into the sea because of this. Later, she drifted to the island of Seriphos with me, and lived a life of discrimination..."
"Later, I vaguely realized that He didn't do this because of my mother, but because He needed a demigod offspring and wanted to use me to do something."
Perseus's blue eyes looked at me sadly. "Fate completely controlled my mother's life, and mine as well, and I don't want you... or anyone else to suffer the same fate."
Looking at his nervous expression, I couldn't help but sigh. Although I would never like Perseus, I couldn't help but feel pity for his mother and even empathize with her.
Whether men or women, they are just small ants in front of fate and gods, and women are often worse off than men. They suffer from extremely harsh judgments from the world. They are weaker and more vulnerable than men.
Most people will not use their weapons against the strong, but will choose to face the weaker ones to vent their resentment and anger.
Thinking of this, feeling Perseus's genuine sadness and pain, I couldn't help but reach out and touch his cheek. Perseus closed his eyes and rubbed my hand gently.
His skin was smooth, and because of the temperature of the bonfire, it was hotter than usual. The originally tall man was now sitting next to me, and his humble behavior surprised even me, who was usually indifferent.
However, I soon woke up. This was Perseus who killed me in my dream. Even though things have changed, there is no guarantee that he will not continue to kill me for other reasons.
I turned and stood up, looking down at him. My fingers pierced through his furry golden head, then suddenly tightened. Seeing him frown slightly in pain, I couldn't help but ask, "But what if you fail, unable to resist fate's arrangement, and really kill me? What should I do then?"
Perseus opened his hazy eyes, and those eyes reflecting the burning flames were filled with love and reliance on me, as if I was his only light.
"No... I won't. If I did, then I..."
He raised his head with difficulty, and his breathing became heavy. Perseus gritted his teeth and made me a promise, then suddenly stretched out his hands and buried his head in my abdomen.
Then the voice became more suppressed and unclear, "I will... make myself... pay... the same price..."
The sound seemed to dissipate with the crackling campfire, and I suddenly felt that my behavior was really ridiculous. If Perseus really did it, such a promise would be useless.
However, I could vaguely sense his determination from his words, as if Perseus' words just now came from the heart.
Thinking of this, I suddenly came back to my senses because of the heat gradually accumulating in my abdomen. I lowered my head and met Perseus' eyes when he raised his head.
He blinked his deep eyes, and from this angle he seemed somewhat obedient. He stared at me with burning eyes, as if he was extremely eager for my comfort and consolation. I looked down again and found that his pants seemed to be stretched a little out of shape.
I don't understand what it was about me that excited him, was it because I pulled his hair so hard, or because he expressed his loyalty to me by dying, or because I reminded him of his mother?
Each possibility seemed absurd and even made me feel a little disgusted, especially when it came to Perseus.
But at this moment, the atmosphere was so wonderful. In the dimming night, I knew I should give him a little sweetness, just like I had done to Poseidon, the god of the sea. But for Perseus, the initiative was in my hands.
However, the sudden recollection of Poseidon did not restrict my behavior, but even gave me a kind of joy in destruction.
Although I hated Perseus for various reasons, I found it satisfying to be able to easily mobilize the emotions of my enemy. Moreover, I was eager to use him to prove that I was not Poseidon's property.
I am myself, and even though I was once forced to become Poseidon's lover, I can also be anyone's lover, it's my choice.
Thinking of this, the concern in my heart suddenly disappeared, and I even felt sorry that I couldn't let Poseidon, the god of the sea, see this scene immediately.
So, I suddenly sat in Perseus' arms without any preparation. Just the touch, the heat at the moment of contact, made me tremble uncontrollably.
Perseus was stunned. He hugged me subconsciously, and his cheeks were red, not sure if it was because of the fire or because of my extremely ambiguous behavior.
I could feel his obvious change, and I couldn't help but gasp as I leaned into his ear. I wanted to speak, but I found that I used a charming voice that even surprised myself. "...Just hold me like this, okay?"
He soon revealed an expression of pain and despair. I don't know if it was out of disgust or because he couldn't bear it any longer, but seeing Perseus remain silent for a long time, I even twisted my waist in the despicable and wanton way others described me as, and then continued to ask in an innocent tone, "No..."
Before I could finish my words, Perseus suddenly reached out and pressed my hips tightly, holding me in his arms and unable to move. He said in a voice that was almost like gnashing teeth, "Okay."
Hearing Perseus say this, I was completely satisfied. I didn't care about his current state and mood at all, so I leaned on his shoulder and planned to fall asleep in such a quiet and warm night.
…
Seeing the situation at this time, the messenger Hermes could not help but be amazed, and even admired this weak Medusa. Not only was she able to remain unscathed after betraying Athena, but after leaving Poseidon, she even made the demigod Perseus fall in love with her.
He actually didn't want to pay attention to Medusa, a mortal woman, although she was indeed beautiful and capable, which made him, an eloquent god, admire her a little and even curious about how she would fight against her own fate. But to be honest, if it weren't for the order of the king of gods Zeus, he wouldn't bother to pay attention to Perseus, let alone her.
It was just that he had encountered the angry Athena by chance. How could he ignore the powerful Athena? That was why he saw all this because of him.
However, Hermes cautiously glanced at the inexpressibly furious Athena, the goddess of wisdom and war, fearing he would be implicated. He could only use his eloquence, "Medusa is truly shameless! As the lover of Poseidon, the god of the sea, she actually seduced the innocent Perseus!"
"Dignified and beautiful Athena, you have indeed seen her true face long ago. It's a pity that my father doesn't take such things seriously and even misunderstands you."
The messenger Hermes said this, but he actually disagreed in his heart. Athena had indeed betrayed the king of gods Zeus, so it was reasonable for his father to be so wary of her.
Athena remained silent, her face expressionless and cold. Hearing Hermes' words, she suddenly revealed a faint smile. "In that case, Hermes, why don't you kill that despicable Medusa and allow the innocent Perseus to return to the right path?"
Naturally, Hermes would not get involved in matters that had nothing to do with him. Moreover, even Zeus hadn't spoken, so why should he do it?
Obviously, the wise Athena knew that Hermes would not do it and only said it on purpose. However, she still tried her best to comfort her powerful sister with words and came up with a good idea for her.
"If Poseidon, the god of the sea, knew the true identity of his lover, he would definitely take action himself and make Medusa pay the price after regaining his strength."
Hearing Hermes say this, Athena's expression remained calm. "You are right, Hermes, someone must tell Poseidon this bad news."
He looked at Hermes and said, "Since you are a messenger of God, why don't you go."
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