Greek Demon Myth chapter 92

92 – Human Memories and Longings.

It’s really beautiful.

Looking at the young god playing with her eyes closed under the moonlight, Hera thought.

As the queen of Olympus, she could always enjoy the lyre of Apollo as an accompaniment if she wanted to, and she could drink Hebe pouring.

As she lowered her feet on these wild grasses and rocks, the chatter and music she shared with the young but old foreign child seemed to permeate her heart even more.

In direct contrast to Apollo’s performance, which always sings of joy and glory, Dianes’ tone was calm and quiet.

Although Apollo’s lyre was always radiant with vigour, joy, aspiration and glory.

The child born of the night was always playing remorse, longing, and worn-out sadness, and on the other side of her, she was quelling her wriggling tantrum.

The song mixed with the sound screams and sings like that, but the face of the child who plays it is calm without ripples.

Hera sighed in her heart, that she’d rather be than the gods of Olympus.

‘He’s a kid that Ares would like.’

If a lion and a lion met each other in the same area, they would fight each other over their territory, but if a lion and a bear met in the mountains, it was the logic of living together.

The grain is similar, but the color inside is different.

If Ares was a male lion full of blood, this child was a silent wandering bear.

It was understandable that the thunder-naked son approached Hebe, wanting to take care of something, when he met poetry well and was killed.

In Olympus, with his fiery temper, Ares, who ran away more than welcomed him, was a sore finger even to Hera.

She knows it herself, so she always wanders outside of Olympus, pitying her mother who cries alone because of her father’s cheating son, so she takes good care of herself and her women.

Having a good friend for such a son was Hera’s only joy these days.

However, if that’s the case, did she come looking for a young god with her mother’s heart?

That wasn’t it either.

The child of the old night mother who came to visit after a long time.

If Zeus is the head of the 12 gods of Olympus and has absolute influence over the gods under him.

Hera, on the contrary, was a bridge between the gods of old, who had now stepped aside, the Protogenoi, and even the gods Gaia and Uranus, who cursed Zeus.

Hypnos, the god of sleep, her priest, poor Argos, who was born from the earth and died at the hands of Hermes, Gaia’s gift of a golden apple tree and Radon who protects it, and Kalki, the wandering island, a gift from her adoptive parents, Oceanos. North et al.

In the distant past, she was the priestess of the Protogenoids, a disciple of the Nightmother, and a priestess who performed sacrifices to unbelievers.

Her authority and her faith, which she was promised, could not be surpassed by any god except Zeus, and the giants and divine beasts she commanded were worshiped as her goddess’ servants.

How could she not miss her brilliant past?

She is her past self without being able to sing anymore, but the beautiful gift sent by her mother this night healed the heart of the goddess who misses Hera’s brilliant past and this by playing.

I tried to seduce her child openly by reviving the demonic nature of the past in order to reward the young priest and test her child’s composure.

However, the young god paid tribute to her lady, Hera, in her best way, and showed her praise and respect to her goddess, Hera.

Zeus’s affair during her long new life brought her despair as well as her anger.

It was her despair and doubt that her own beauty, her charm as a woman, had disappeared.

But the sight of her child, who may have received greater faith than Zeus, blushed at her gestures and smiles, was cute and instilled confidence in her.

‘Unlike the docile believers, he’s also bold.’

Even so, it wasn’t enough that he had endured and endured his own temptations, and even threw dirty jokes and endured.

While she praised her beauty and charm, she respected her profession and prestige.

‘…If it’s this much, I can leave it to you.’

-𝅘𝅥𝅮𝆕~

Even the constellations embroidering the night sky wriggling, and as soon as the performance ended, Hera also woke up from her contemplation and made a promise.

Perhaps she made a great resolution that might shake the whole world.

‘I endured for a long time. Zeus.’

The queen of the gods, not the guardian deity of the family.

She is an old priestess, goddess of magic and mysticism, who will unleash her last turmoil on Greece.

Through her young priest.

For her final test for him, Hera is out of luck again.

“Aren’t you afraid of the gods?”

When the performance was over, the young god responded in a flat tone as he meticulously groomed the strings of the instrument one by one.

“As I said, I came from far away, from a land many times larger than Greece combined.

He has so many followers and subordinates that even the followers of the mighty and great Zeus dare to say that they are few.”

“Mountains collapsed at my beckoning, great rivers that blocked my way dried up, and even day and night yielded to my wisdom and knowledge, and the sun and moon had to switch places.”

I myself was such a being, and I dared to compare with you and become an object of power and authority. The child spoke calmly to the Queen of the Gods.

If it was groundless arrogance, Hera would have dealt with it severely. If it was just an outburst of madness, he would have taken pity on it and turned it into a small creature.

However, those black eyes just spoke plain facts without adding or subtracting.

“I have seen countless knights and many disasters, and I have fought for life and death with those beyond the human realm.

I also crossed the line and coveted power. Eventually, we got there.”

“What if that place?”

“A place where you can be confident that you have dared to reach the realm of God with a human body.”

Of course, looking at the real God, it seems like there is still a long way to go.

Dianes laughed bitterly.

“Are you afraid? Answer there I’m not afraid.

You are not alone in shaking the earth, destroying mountains, and reaching out to reach the laws of heaven and destiny.”

“Then why are you so quiet?

How can you be so calm and quiet in a human body?

Don’t you miss the throne of Olympus, the seat that all people and gods look up to, and the hand that touched the heavens?”

“…..”

The little god smiled at that question, his eyes shimmering, and then he gently stroked his instrument in his coffin.

“Because you guys were a child’s dream.”

“…What?”

The child was smiling while stroking the gold with longing eyes.

Like the fleeting twinkling starlight, like the life of a human who lives intensely but eventually loses pitifully.

It was such a beautiful, fading, warm yet sad smile.

“You were the memories of a child hugging a blanket and looking at it under the moonlight.

It was an inspiration that came to such a child when he was busy growing up and made him dream.

It was a longing for a person who was fierce but calm, and who had faded away.”

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The child, who smiled while slowly stroking the gold, slowly counted it to his eye, then firmly closed the lid.

“That’s why I was able to breathe quietly in this mythical land, holding on to that memory, that inspiration and longing. I was able to settle down a bit with the peace and memories I hadn’t seen in a long time.”

There was no more smile on his face.

The beautiful face resembling the mother of the chestnut was extremely cold, as if she were wearing a mask, and her eyes were as deep and dark as the edge of the abyss.

What those eyes see is the bright moon rising in the sky.

Hera trembled at the illusion that the moon was about to be swallowed up by those eyes.

“I respect you for those memories and longings. I was able to enjoy being a human being with longing, love, and affection in my heart.”

He shook his head slowly with a pathetic sneer.

“But fear, only fear, is not mine.

It belongs to those who point their swords at me and point their heads at me. It’s not mine

The world may fear me, but I have no reason to fear anything.”

A mad and arrogant declaration.

However, there was no mixture of arrogance, provocation, or even anger and provocation on the face that said this.

“So if those immature memories become a knife and aim at me. It’s heartbreaking, but I’ll have to cut those memories and shatter them. No one will point a knife at me again.”

Once again, a beautiful face resembling a night mother had a brilliant smile.

A cold, frenzied, cruel smile like that of Tartarus, who devoured the Titans.

It was a smile worthy of what Hera thought of.

“Puhuh…Puhahahaha!! Nicks God! Ha ha ha ha ha!!”

Hera laughed loudly for the first time in a while.

Hera forgot her face and prestige in her overflowing joy, and she laughed to her heart’s content for the first time in a long time.

Her teacher, her friend, and her god have sent a very precious and beautiful gift for the Queen of the Gods, whom she has been longing for.