Taking it for yourself

Kingdom of Eleusis.

night.

Demeter placed the little prince Demophon in the furnace to calcine his mortal bones and blood. The divine power from the abundant authority flowed delicately in the little prince's body. Every time a trace of mortal blood was burned out, divine power surged up.

It turns into divine blood to take its place.

This process has been going on for many days, and every night, Demeter will throw the little prince into the blazing furnace.

but.

There are always surprises in everything, and everything will not go as planned all the time.

The mother of the little prince Demophon, Queen Metanera, had not seen her child for many days. She wanted to hug her child and kiss his cheek lovingly.

She missed her child and came to Demeter's room by accident.

She noticed the firelight inside the house.

This distinguished guest has not rested yet.

Murtanella was wandering outside the house. She wanted to go in and see her own flesh and blood, but she felt that she should not offend this mysterious and distinguished guest.

There was a war between heaven and man in her heart, and her motherhood overcame her pursuit of interests.

She stepped forward and knocked on the door anxiously: "De'er, are you asleep?"

"I came to see my child."

…

Inside the house, Demeter looked pale and pale.

Murtanella's actions could not be hidden from the goddess.

She saw the mother wandering outside the door and making difficult choices.

An inexplicable emotion called jealousy appeared in her heart, and she suddenly woke up.

Demophon was not her child.

Jealousy was burning, and the desire to possess sprouted and grew in Demeter's heart.

In the furnace, the infant Demophon looked peaceful. In his sleep, he could not feel the heat of the flames.

Demeter looked carefully at the newborn, her face illuminated by the firelight.

That was the face of a mortal woman, without the anxiety and confusion unique to middle-aged women among humans, but with a chill that froze people's hearts.

Outside the door, Mortanella continued to knock on the door.

"De'er, are you there?"

"De'er?"

Demeter didn't respond or move.

"Squeak!"

The door was opened.

Murtanella, who could not bear to miss him, walked into the room.

After entering the door, she glanced around and immediately saw Demeter motionless by the stove.

"So you're here, De'er..."

…

The last syllable of "Ru" came to an abrupt end, as if a beast had suddenly choked it.

Metanera, she saw Demophon in the furnace.

His own child, thrown into the fire, will die, he will die...

"Ahhhh?!"

Like a banshee howling, a shrill scream echoed in the dark night.

It is hard to imagine that the cry of a mortal woman can contain such rich emotions, which can make those who hear it feel the same and feel the pain in their bones.

Murtanella rushed to the stove like crazy, ignoring the scorching flames, and reached for his child.

She picked up Demophon and felt the child's breath with trembling fingers.

Breathing evenly and steadily, still alive.

Mortanella breathed a sigh of relief and turned to look at Demeter.

Her eyes were filled with fear and a determination to never give in.

Can a person's eyes really express emotions better than words?

Demeter thought it was okay because the example was right in front of her.

From the eyes of the woman holding the child in front of her, she miraculously saw love, cruelty, pity, confusion, and fear.

They come together, and in the eyes of a mortal woman, they are distinct and at the same time magically merged. I am in you, and you are in me.

However, the maternal brilliance of Metanera did not calm the jealousy in Demeter's heart, but instead added a kind of emotion called anger.

The flames of anger burned away Demeter's remaining sanity.

Her expression was cold, and her voice had no discernible fluctuations: "Are you laughing at me?"

"Laughing at me for not being worthy of being a mother?"

"Laughing that I can't love my children like you do?"

She walked forward and got very close to Murtanella, so close that Murtanella could clearly see the coldness in her eyes.

"No...it's not."

"De'er, listen to my explanation..."

But Demeter didn't want to hear it.

She took out the little prince Demophon from the hands of Metanera, who was shocked by the momentum. The mother was so distracted that she even forgot to resist.

"No!"

With a heartbreaking cry, Demeter slammed Demophon to the ground.

Mortanella trembled, and she stretched out her fingers to feel the child's breath.

I didn't feel the tickling breeze on my fingertips.

As if her energy had been drained away, the child's mother collapsed on the ground.

Outside the door, Cleus, who came after hearing the sound, froze on the spot. He was the king, but he didn't know what to do at this moment. In his eyes, even the threshold became an insurmountable chasm.

Demeter looked at them coldly.

In the brilliant light, like the first snow meeting the warm sun, she lost her mortal appearance and revealed her radiant and beautiful true form.

Although she has become beautiful, her face is still filled with eternal frost.

She said: "I am Demeter."

"The great god of fertility."

"Demophon should have eternal life."

"But because of your offense I gave him death."

Cleus's strong arms held down his wife who wanted to say something. He forced her to kneel on the ground with him so that he could see the goddess who showed her true form.

Kneeling on the ground, Cleus swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his mouth was full of bitter taste.

But he still forced himself to say: "Thank the goddess for her love for him."

"Goddess...do you have any other instructions?"

Demeter looked carefully at Cleus who was kneeling on the ground. She had seen the mother among humans, and she was jealous and angry about it.

Now, she met her human father again.

She admitted in her heart that father and mother were indeed two different words. Even if she was as small as a human being, possessing these two words would impress her.

Her tone softened.

"Send one of your sons over tomorrow."

"I will grant him a glory that no man has ever had."

Cleus felt that his hands and feet were not in control, as if he had been chopped off and sunk to the bottom of a cold lake.

He bent down mechanically, trying to crawl to the ground with his hands and feet.

There was a smile on his face, but it was uglier than crying.

"Thank you...the goddess for the reward."

Demeter was a little tired. She waved her hands and gave an oracle to the two people kneeling on the ground:

"I'm tired, come see me again tomorrow."

Metanera seemed to have lost his soul and was indifferent to everything that happened.

Cleus pressed her down, struggled to get out and responded: "Yes."

After saying that, he silently dragged his wife and took her out of the room.

…

After closing the door, like ice and snow melting, Demeter gently put Demophon back on the stove.

The fingertips stained with divine power gently traced his eyebrows.

Until his chest began to rise and fall, and there was a faint sound of breathing.

Ignoring the dancing flames, Demeter kissed his little cheek.

She whispered to the sleeping child, like a bird singing:

"You are my child."

"Your name is...Plutus..."

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ps: I can’t write what everyone expects.

I started to let myself go...
Chapter completed!