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Before they knew it, the night had completely darkened, and the silvery moonlight streamed down upon the two of them. In such beautiful moonlight, the dazed Medusa didn't even know what year it was.
This feeling was very wonderful. The light and shadow of the night and everything were peaceful and timeless, but she felt that her body and mind were always restless because of Perseus.
No... there is also Tartarus, the god of the abyss.
Her hazy consciousness regained some clarity, and as she recalled the voice that had just rang in her ears, her whole body tensed up, not knowing whether it was out of fear or the terror of being seen.
But thinking that such a long time had passed and He had never appeared since then, Medusa breathed a sigh of relief.
Although it was completely dark, even Perseus, who was suffering from the Mark of Tartarus, could not help but keep an eye on her expression, fearing that he might not be doing his best and disappoint her.
Therefore, he soon noticed her absent-minded expression. Perhaps it was because the way she sighed was too adorable, Perseus could not help but caress her soft and plump lips with his rough and dry lips and stroke her slender neck, almost wanting to make the two of them completely merge into one at this moment.
Looking out the window, the moon is moving slowly. Not far away there is a mountain that rises high into the clouds. The moon, which was originally on the mountainside, has reached the top after its unremitting climb.
The clouds seemed to be blocking the light, making it even brighter and darker in the already dark night.
Suddenly, a sudden rainstorm began to fall, and the drizzle suddenly turned into an unexpected downpour. Medusa could even hear the howling of the wind on the distant coastline and the sound of the tide hitting the shore, so violently that it seemed to be rushing towards her from all directions.
The rain poured in heavily through the window, even splashing on her body. Medusa, who was already extremely sleepy and exhausted, was frightened by this sudden storm and screamed loudly, even whimpering. She couldn't help but reach out and hug Perseus tightly, feeling his unique and special care and comfort, as if to fill all her fears and emptiness.
It was unknown how long it was before Perseus finally stopped, because he noticed that Medusa was shivering uncontrollably due to the sudden coldness, but in fact she was very hot and liked this kind of coolness. He felt indescribable satisfaction in his heart.
At the same time, the strong wind and heavy rain outside also stopped. In the quiet night, it was so quiet that nothing could be heard except the heavy breathing of the two people. But when Medusa was about to lose consciousness due to fatigue and sleepiness, she heard a "cough" and a strange light sound came from beside her.
She weakly propped herself up, only to see a jet of dark liquid suddenly appear under the dim moonlight. Perseus immediately blocked Medusa's sight, causing her to think for a long time before realizing from the faint smell of rust in the air that it was blood.
"What’s wrong with you?"
In the dim light, Perseus sensed the surprise and concern in Medusa's sleepy eyes. He shook his head slightly and naturally raised his hand to wipe the red from the corner of his mouth. "Nothing..."
Perhaps fearing that Medusa would continue to question him, Perseus changed the subject. "The next day, that despicable merchant might hear about what happened during the day from others and guess what happened to us. So I think it's best for us to leave now."
Medusa frowned, feeling reluctant. She was particularly tired and sleepy because of Perseus and didn't want to move at all. "...Do we have to leave now?"
Perseus nodded randomly in the moonlight, but his gaze towards Medusa was hidden in the darkness, filled with tenderness and love. "Go to sleep. I will carry you on my back when the time comes."
Medusa stopped talking. She was so sleepy, tired and exhausted that she turned her back to Perseus and fell into a deep sleep in the blink of an eye.
Looking at Medusa's sleeping posture, Perseus couldn't help but chuckle. He secretly looked at her for a long time before he began to prepare to leave.
It was an escape in the dark. Although Medusa and Perseus did not need to really "escape", it was like a solemn ceremony, which made Perseus feel a little romantic.
He had actually already packed his luggage roughly before, so he didn't need to prepare too much, he just needed to find a way to take it with him.
After everything was ready, he turned his attention to Medusa. He deliberately waited for Medusa for a long time so that she could sleep peacefully for longer.
It was not until the sky began to light up a little that Perseus carefully lifted her up and carried her on his back. He could hear her soft and long breathing behind his ears, and she whimpered reluctantly because of his annoying actions.
Perseus smiled with satisfaction, and with the traces of their lives together and his most precious Medusa, he gently jumped to the window, quickly rose into the air, and outlined a clear outline under the light of the participating moon.
With the help of the flying shoes of the messenger Hermes, Perseus headed in a random direction, intending to find a place with simple folk customs. Even though revenge was more important to Medusa, he still wanted to stay in one place with Medusa as long as possible, as if by doing so, he could vaguely feel the happiness of home from such stability.
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For humans, time is always worthy of awe, but for gods, everything is ultimately fleeting.
Whether it was Poseidon, the god of the sea, and Apollo, the god of light, being punished to build the walls of Troy, or Zeus, the king of gods, waiting for his offspring Perseus to become the ruler of mankind, these things that seemed extremely long to humans were nothing to the gods.
This is especially true for Tartarus, the most powerful primordial god among the gods.
He has existed since the birth of the world. Tartarus is a part of the world. Before meeting Medusa, his heart had already aged and decayed over the long years. Even the innocence and happiness he once possessed had long been forgotten in the long river of memory.
And after encountering her sudden intrusion over the years, Tartarus suddenly realized that the passion in his heart had always existed, but he had never had the opportunity to awaken that feeling from its deep place.
And Medusa was the turning point that allowed a god like him, who was no longer affected by any emotion, to feel all kinds of emotions.
When Medusa promised to accompany Him forever after her revenge, even the gods who had been imprisoned for hundreds and thousands of years and had lost all hope could feel that the bleak and empty abyss like purgatory would actually change and even become warm and pleasant.
Perhaps what Tartarus felt at that time was a faint sweetness and joy.
But unfortunately, this feeling soon disappeared, and the place returned to that gloomy, hot and terrifying environment.
Yes, Tartarus left a mark on Medusa. How could he not feel that there was someone or a god who would rather resist the threat of his own power in order to possess Medusa, who already belonged to him?
However, Tartarus also knew clearly that this was actually what Medusa wanted.
Unconsciously, he found that his bottom line was retreating step by step for her, from strictly forbidding her to come, to later giving her the sickle of Kronos, and even when he saw Medusa, who had betrayed him, being intimate with other men through that connected corner, he couldn't help but feel a strange feeling in his heart. If he had to describe it, it was like an indescribable sourness, with a hint of longing.
It was at this moment that Tartarus realized that perhaps, at first, all he had wanted was simple companionship. But after actually touching Medusa, his thoughts changed. He had never imagined she could be so sweet and captivating. Even a brief touch, merely to imprint his own scent, had left the usually calm and aloof Tartarus raring to go. And what he saw and heard afterwards only ignited his heart like a raging fire.
Tartarus didn't care what kind of woman Medusa was, because to him, whose life was as long as the world, it didn't matter whether Medusa was rebellious by nature or whether she was promiscuous and lost her virginity.
What's more, he himself was not pure and flawless. When he was just born, he gave birth to Typhon, the father of all monsters, with Gaia, the goddess of the earth. But that had nothing to do with love and happiness. It was because the world needed the blood of the creator god to form more laws of the world. It was more like a responsibility that belonged only to the strong.
However, because he actually didn't like this kind of thing at all, he never reproduced with any gods again. But after meeting Medusa, Tartarus's stubborn ideas could not help but waver. He was too lonely and too desolate. If Medusa liked it, he was willing to sink for her. He only hoped that Medusa could come to the abyss and accompany him forever as soon as possible as promised in the oath.
After all, He still has a very long time, and Medusa must fulfill the promise she once made, which even gods cannot break.
However, Tartarus quickly calmed down from such emotions. He didn't understand what was wrong with him. He became different after meeting Medusa.
After all, he was one of the original gods of creation. His slightly disturbed heart quickly returned to calm, and he forced himself to seal his heart, which had long since turned into spring water, again.
But Tartarus didn't know that when emotions are impulsive, people cannot control themselves, even gods are the same. Or perhaps for an ancient, lonely, simple but vicissitudes of life primitive god like him, everything will be even more out of control.
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