Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

Chapter 450 - 121 Poseidon, Who Was Accidentally Targeted (Ecstatic)_3

A strong hatred flashed in Metanira’s eyes, not just toward Demeter, but against all the gods present. However, facing her, the twin deities of Desire were merely shocked for a moment, then regarded the whole affair with indifference.

Her readiness to use her own life to demonstrate her resolve, possibly also because her husband and son had knelt before their enemies, led her to relinquish hope in life. Yet the joy and sorrow of gods and mortals do not intersect; the twins found her actions laughable.

What could she prove? Nothing at all. Her actions, aside from moving herself and saddening her loved ones for a moment, accomplished nothing.

Bang—!

"Remember what you promised me..."

Fallen to the ground, the queen’s voice was intermittent, eventually fading into nothingness. When the room returned to silence, Volos stepped forward to pick up the Golden Arrow, then flicked off the excess blood.

The twins saw it clearly: when Metanira’s life departed, her soul left her body and entered the Underworld. She would follow the Styx River into the All-Spirit Realm, where her memories would be washed away, and then she would be reborn.

This was precisely why the twins found the situation amusing; after all, even such fervent hatred had no significance in the face of the world’s Law. By the time she arrived at the River of Oblivion before the Well of Reincarnation, those heartfelt memories would have long since been blown away by the wind.

"Hmm... so about the candidate, what about Poseidon?"

Looking at Eros, who could have been either his sister or his brother, Volos offhandedly suggested.

He had heard of this god before, and it was said that his tastes were a bit different from regular gods; the Spirit Realm had already received many souls of his demigod offspring. And the forms of those demigods were, in a word, very unique.

That undoubtedly fit Metanira’s specifications well, so Volos thought of him first.

"I have no objections, considering she chose your arrow."

"But then again... do you really plan on fulfilling her wish?"

Eros responded somewhat indifferently, yet with a hint of curiosity.

Before coming here, that fellow who seemed to be their Father God—or perhaps not—had told them of the events here and that they could use this as a pretext to get something from Demeter—but he seemed to imply ’threaten’, not to actually take action.

Therefore, even though the queen performed much, exhibiting her intense emotions, in fact, from the beginning, the twins had not intended to honor the agreement. They just needed an arrow that could deter Demeter; as for mortal hatred, it mattered little whether it was avenged or not.

After all, their need for ’revenge’ was merely a consequence of the Law’s influence at the time of their conception. As the twins shaped directly from the Heavenly Father’s blood followed a different trajectory than their original destiny, they were influenced not just by love and beauty but also had a tight connection to the power of the Three Furies.

But in the end, they were not Furies themselves, so they had no strong attachment to avenging others’ grievances.

As for breaking their word—regrettably, the newly born twins also had no concept of being as good as their word.

"Hmm—although you say that, Eros, can’t we still shoot him?"

Pocketing the now cleaner Golden Arrow, feeling the power ’awaken’ with the stimulus of the hatred, Volos casually questioned.

"It was just a ’suggestion’, ’suggesting’ that we could threaten her, but letting her witness the power first won’t hurt, right? Besides, the Goddess of Agriculture doesn’t know I only have one Golden Arrow."

Across from him, after a moment of silence, Eros pondered briefly, then nodded decisively.

"You’re right, it should be possible... yes, that seems to be the idea!"

It sounded interesting, so why refuse? Though they were the twin deities of Desire, the recently born divinities had not yet witnessed what truly fervent love looked like, and seeing it now wouldn’t be a bad thing.

As for what would happen between Poseidon and Demeter, Eros did not care in the slightest. Perhaps it was the residual influence of their Primordial Gods nature, although their power was nearly gone, a certain mentality remained.

Just as gods view mortals, in the eyes of Eros, there was no difference between Demeter and Poseidon. Even if they possessed great power, at best it was like the difference between how humans view cattle, sheep, and lions, tigers.

They were not of the same kind, and the opinions of different kinds could naturally be disregarded.

"Then let’s be on our way!"

With a change in demeanor, even beginning to urge onward, with a flicker in the void, the silhouettes of the twins vanished from the room.

The palace of the queen returned to quietude, with only a faint scent of blood slowly spreading. And from beginning to end, they had not given the body of the queen on the ground another glance.

...

In the Southern Sea, the palace of the Sea Emperor.

Embracing a merperson beside him, the descendent whose generation he did not know, Poseidon took a sip of nectar in his cup, watching the lively dance and song before him.

He was in a good mood, as the losses from the previous deluge had finally been recouped, the humans on the islands were developing well, and aside from still being unable to beat the God of the Ocean, there didn’t seem to be anything dissatisfying him.

Although he couldn’t match Zeus, the Divine King, Poseidon felt his life was much better than Hades’s, and gradually, the Sea Emperor began indulging in pleasure-seeking.

There were still many goals, but they could be delayed for another day; being happy for a day or two wouldn’t hurt, so life continued in this way for a long time. Even when a premonition, whether a warning or not, flashed through his mind, he remained blissfully unaware.