Greek Mythology: I open a treasure chest at Olympus-Chapter 103: Hades’ consternation

Chapter 103: Hades’ consternation

“Great God of light, you are the vastness of sky…” murmuring a prayer, Lillian opened her eyes in a daze.

Feeling cold under her body, she rubbed her eyes and looked down.

I found myself sitting in a dark coffin with no lid on it, surrounded by flowers and white cloth.

“This… I remembered I was dead, but the great God of light brought me to life!”

Lillian was first confused for a while and then jumped up in excitement. 𝐛𝐞𝗱𝗻𝐨𝐯𝗲𝗹.𝐜𝐨𝐦

After checking all over, she found that she had turned into her original appearance and the fall on her leg as well.

She remembered the cold cliff, the mysterious magician in a cloak and mask, the scary underworld, and the winding and deep river Styx.

The last was the golden figure shrouded in light, which was so great and sacred.

After a long time of bewilderment, she tapped her right fist on her brow and whispered reverently: “Praise the light!”

At this moment, an old woman’s coughing voice came from outside. “Old man, go to the funeral hall and see if there are any wild dogs in there. Our Lillian died miserably. We can’t allow her body to be damaged by these animals again.”

An old man hurriedly answered. A mournful face walked over with crutches.

Clatter!

Just walking to the hearth, the crutches in his hand suddenly slipped down.

“This… O, great God of light, this is your mercy on us. Let my poor Lillian come back to see us again?”

The old man cloudy eyes dropped tears, standing in the doorway of a motionless look at the young girl who crawled out of the coffin inside, mouth constantly murmuring.

“O God of light, you are the brightest star in the vast and wide sky, the most compassionate Lord of thousands of gods… Praise you for your care for your believers, to be able to see Lillian one more time. Even if I know, it is only her ghost. I am satisfied. Praise the light!”

The old man was praying when the young girl inside came over in full force.

“Father, I miss you very much.” The young girl hugged the old weeping father.

“My daughter, father misses you too.” The old man likewise hugged his daughter tightly and suddenly felt something wrong.

“Hey, Lillian, how do you have warmth on your body, and how the leg wound is gone?” He was surprised to see his daughter intact in front of him.

Lillian’s mouth held a smile at the corner.

“Old man, what are you doing?” The old woman’s cough came as she stumbled from her bedroom in her plain linen dress.

Her not-so-bright eyes caught sight of the hearth, and her wrinkled cheeks froze for a moment, dazed and lost in thought.

Lillian rushed up: “Mother, I’m home!”

The young girl hugged her mother tightly, with excitement and tears on her face.

“You… Are you my Lillian?” The old woman touched her face in disbelief.

Muttered: “That day, we just opened the door to see a very strange girl wearing your clothes in our house. We beat her out and found that she may have robbed your clothes.”

“We then went to look for you and searched for days without finding you. Suddenly your body appeared right outside our door, with wounds all over your body and legs and no breath…”

“We lost you like that, my Lillian!”

The old woman hugged her daughter tightly; her eyes were full of tears.

The young girl said guiltily, “It’s all my fault. I shouldn’t have been greedy for beauty. I was deceived by that magician. Fortunately, the great God of light gave me a new life. He’s really the most merciful god!”

“Yes, praise the light for bringing back our daughter.” The old man and the old woman tapped their eyebrows with their right fists at the same time.

They actually did not understand what happened to their daughter at all, but their family was a believer in the God of light, and now their daughter was lost and found.

They could not think of any words to describe their hearts’ excitement except for the phrase ‘praise the light’.

When they prayed for the name of light, not far from a corner, a pair of eyes suddenly appeared: “God of light? I’ve heard his name all these years. Is he the one who brought this dead character back to life?”

He was whispering, and his eyes suddenly changed.

Boom!

A brilliant flood of light, I did not know when from the dead and divine maiden, flame spread towards him.

The figure’s face was frozen, and he raised his palm to the space in front of him.

In a flash, the surrounding space began to shift as if two points in space in different directions were overlapped together.

The figure appeared in a forest from the courtyard of Lillian’s house.

“Hey, trying to catch me like that?” Looking at the flames that were still burning in their original location, this figure’s mouth held a smile.

Suddenly that same golden light cut through space and time and stuck to him like glue.

The figure’s face changed, and he tried to get rid of the glue, but no matter how hard he tried, the flame-burning golden glow was like a part of his body, and he couldn’t shake it off.

“Alas, it seems that I have underestimated the God of light.” The figure sighed and suddenly stood in place, letting the golden light envelop him.

But when the flame-burning light completely covered him, his body suddenly dried up, and he became a paper man.

“Well, not the real body?” Out of the bright light came Apollo’s low murmur.

At the same time, far away in the ocean on a small island, a certain body completely shrouded in a dark cloak, wearing a translucent, distorted mask on the face of the mysterious figure, suddenly issued a low voice: “So soon to be noticed? It’s a good thing that the one who went there was just a double, but we’ll have to be more careful from now on.”

With these words, his figure gradually disappeared on this remote island.

In the underworld, Apollo, who had just gotten off the ship of Chiron, had a smile on his face.

It’s very curious to use a paper figure to test, but since you have already appeared, you will leave a flaw sooner or later.

Whispering in his heart, Apollo gently looked at Hecate beside him.

“Still thinking about what Chiron just said?” Apollo asked softly as he wrapped his arm around her waist.

Hecate frowned with a white face and nodded again and again, “I hate people like him who talk half-heartedly the most. Either don’t tell me such interesting things or make things clear at once.”

“There are things that perhaps not he wants to say can be said,” Apollo stared up at the dark surroundings, golden eyes with a profound depth, “Bit frame to a certain degree, perhaps just mention the name, or slightly discuss the relevant deeds, may be alarmed by some corresponding existence.”

“This is very similar to the speech magic I am developing recently,” Hecate came to the spirit, “The essence of magic is to borrow the power of the rules, but mortal beings are not naturally as close to the rules as the gods, many do not have magical talent, after my research, I found that through some specific formula and rituals, often can touch the power of the rules …”

She began to speak at length to Apollo about her sense of magic.

Apollo smiled lightly and listened.

He knew that Hecate was a very curious and inquisitive goddess, and exploring the unknown was the most integral part of her life.

She was also the most beautiful and charming when she was serious and focused.

Listening to Hecate’s magic research along the way, the two of them soon crossed the four rivers of the underworld, the ‘river of sighs’, the ‘river of water scorpions’, the ‘river of oblivion’, and the ‘river of abominations’, and came to the deepest part of the underworld.

“That is Elysian Paradise, the final destination of all the dead souls, and also the private domain of underworld.” Hecate pointed to the front with her slender fingers.

Apollo nodded; his golden eyes looked over, and his face became abruptly solemn.

Under his ‘all-seeing eye’, this underworld paradise built by the King of Underworld was shrouded in a thick layer of mist.

Like a horrid beast waiting to be fed, it opened its hideous mouth to the underworld.

Many pure souls, who had just crossed the five rivers of underworld, washed away their memories and sorrows and joys, and whose eyes were completely godless, were lining up to walk towards paradise.

Then one by one, they were swallowed by the hideous giant mouth.

“What’s wrong with you?” Hecate pulled Apollo away for a moment, feeling his expression was strange.

Apollo came back to his senses and asked in a low voice: “You said this Elysian Paradise is the final home of all the dead souls. Is it not built by the King of Underworld? But before the King of Underworld, all the souls will eventually enter where?”

Hecate thought for a moment: “I heard that when there was no King of the Underworld after the souls passed through the five great rivers of the underworld, they would continue to go deeper and enter Tartarus, and then the King of Underworld built Elysian Paradise, and the souls stopped entering Tartarus.”

She tilted her head and added: “I heard Thanatos and the others say that there is a saying that the Elysian Paradise of Hades is connected to the Abyss Tartarus.”

As she was talking, a black carriage came from the far sky and hurriedly headed for Elysian Paradise.

Hecate called out softly: “That seems to be His Majesty’s chariot. He has returned from outside!”

Apollo noticed it before she did and frowned abruptly.

In that dark carriage, there seemed to be a very familiar aura.

After thinking about it, he immediately spoke out: “Your Majesty Hades, it’s good that you just came back.”

On the sky car, Hades stared at the golden figure below in amazement, screaming in his heart.

“How could this be, I finally waited until he left Olympus, but he came to the underworld?”