If one night, a tear could not help but flow
from your cold, gem-like eyes ...
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"His Majesty the Hades wishes to see you."
Athena looked at the man in front of her. His soft black hair was tied with a golden headband and hung on his shoulders. His dark skin showed a strange luster under the lights of the banquet. Athena looked at the strange visitor in front of her with curiosity like an innocent girl. The other party smiled at him and said, "I am Azik Eggers. My father seems to have something to convey to you, but he didn't tell me the specific reason."
Athena followed the dark-haired, dark-skinned man through the complicated triple corridors. Behind her, the shadowy gaze seemed to be branded on her back. She couldn't help but look back, but found that it seemed to be an illusion.
"What's wrong?" Azik, who was walking in front, turned slightly to ask the girl behind him.
"Nothing." Athena said casually, maybe it was a prank by Amon. She thought. But when she didn't know, the blond priest in the banquet hall blinked slightly and clenched the cross on his chest, as if he was thinking or praying.
After Athena actually saw the Hades, she could hardly contain her surprise. She stared at the man sitting at the top, his face half in the shadow, but she was overwhelmed by an inexplicable, huge sense of déjà vu. It hurts. It was as if the memory she had always been sure of was blurring, and a headache as if her mind was torn apart attacked her. In her blurred vision, she looked at the familiar outline, and almost instinctively, she uttered a few words with difficulty:
"Salin...Ger."
"It seems that your memory has not been completely destroyed, Your Excellency Athena." Hades replied in a rather elegant tone, which contained a hint of regret and... gloating? Why did he interpret it as such a weird and illogical emotion, Athena complained.
It was true that she had never seen the Hades Emperor in front of her since she was born, but she could blurt out his name.
"I'm really beginning to wonder what kind of memories that person has instilled in you." The other person seemed to be hesitant and did not mention the name directly.
"In your memory," Hades asked curiously, "when were you born?"
"It is well known that I was born in the Third Age, and that crow and I are twin brothers and sisters." Athena blurted out, "Is there any problem with this?"
"Haha, nothing." Salinger let out an uncomfortable laugh from the back of his throat. "He really arranged everything very successfully."
When Bethel was still a planeswalker, he knew very little about the secrets buried before the Fourth Epoch. Although he was born at that time, he still could not be involved in the center of the gods' disputes - although he had seen the blasphemous stone tablet. After the fall of the Lord's Star Angel, the upward space of this path has become wider. Compared with his colleagues, his future seems to be very bright. But he always feels that something is wrong, as if everything seems too calm and smooth, like the silence before the storm.
"The Extraordinary Path is a road full of blood, fighting, and twisting. No one can leave there unstained." When Bethel was still young, an elder in the family once told him this. But now everything is too calm, as if someone deliberately placed the answer on the road to the end, always making people feel vaguely uneasy, but they have no clue about the conspiracy behind it.
Before Solomon announced the identity of the Star Angel, everyone thought Athena was just an ordinary, spoiled noble lady. Her only special identity was that of Tudor's fiancée. But for some reason, she always liked to run to Bethel's side. Bethel didn't know when their relationship became so close, but he couldn't drive her out directly for the sake of his good friend's face, so he had to receive her out of courtesy. But at some point, perhaps there was always a strange tacit understanding between them, and they became bad friends without realizing it.
Bethel remembered that Antigonus once mistook him for Athena after getting drunk (they looked completely different, so who knows how Antigonus could have made the mistake), and waved his fist at him and said, "I hate you, stay away from me." So Bethel asked the question that had always puzzled him: Why do you hate Athena so much? She didn't seem to have spoken to you much, did she?
At that time, Antigonus approached him like a little animal and sniffed him, then suddenly realized: You are not Athena, because you don't have the scent of the goddess of doom, I can smell it!
The goddess of misfortune? The night? How did it get to the goddess of night... And how was he similar to Athena? What was going on? It seemed that he was really drunk... Bethel thought it was bad luck to send Antigonus back to his home, but he still felt a little uneasy in his heart.
That day, Ali had just come to him to complain that Athena always only paid attention to Medici and ignored him. Not long after he left, Athena came again uninvited. Bethel held his forehead and said: Do you two treat me as a trash can?
"Al is just being coquettish with you." Athena said with a smile, "A person like him would never tell others such boring things. To be honest, he is usually too serious. It's useless to tease him. It's really boring."
Bethel was speechless: "...Can you please stop writing your novels? Alistair and I are not in that kind of relationship."
"Oh, who knows." Athena said nonchalantly. In my opinion, your relationship is already too good.
During the conversation, Athena suddenly jumped down from the sofa and approached him unexpectedly. Bethel instinctively avoided her, thinking that she was going to play some silly prank again.
"I know why I always want to stay with you." Athena came close to him and sniffed him like a little animal (Are both of you born in the Year of the Dog? Bethel complained in his heart)
"You smell like my former corpse." Athena left such a confusing sentence and left without saying goodbye. Bethel did not fully understand the meaning of this sentence at that time.
——If
Klein were still here, he would find out that the four-character move Thunder God Technique he invented was plagiarized in advance. He would definitely shout in anger: What she said were all my words!
In the Holy Wind Cathedral, God's Singer Ace Snake solemnly said to the selected elite Punishers: "We must find the real murderer who assassinated Duke Negan."
The elites of the Substituted Punishers all nodded. They were not familiar with each other before being summoned here. After the meeting, some people looked curiously at the petite blonde woman at the end of the team. Due to some traditions, there are very few women in the team of the Substituted Punishers, let alone such a weak woman who looks so powerless. At this time, Athena, who was wandering in her mind, noticed the eyes around her. She glanced around carelessly, and an inexplicable pressure made the onlookers lower their heads.
Is she a demigod like Essnake? But she seems to be just an ordinary team member... Is this the magical power unique to women? Women are so terrifying! A group of bachelor punishers thought to themselves.
After everyone left, Athena began her four-word Thunder God Technique in the center of the church: Leodro Leodro Leodro...!!
Poor Leodro sneezed hard in the astral world. After so many years, he finally felt the treatment that Adam received when he was hit by a series of fatal calls. But this ancestor was obviously not someone who could be killed by a thunderbolt, not to mention that even if she was struck, it would not reach her body... After visiting the Kingdom of the Night, the Lord of Storms already knew that this detached girl was not a follower of a star angel at all, she was Athena herself. Leodro was very confused when he learned about this, so he had to remain silent.
"You must have heard it, right?" Athena said confidently, "It's nothing, just harassing you a little."
When Leodro couldn't help but strike her with lightning, Athena spoke again: "By the way, you should know whether Kronos is still alive, right? After all, Adam and Amon should not be able to deceive you."
This time Leodro was really silent.
After waiting for a long time without getting a reply, Athena gave up in boredom.
In the suburbs of the West District, in Green Cemetery. In a solemn atmosphere, Fors followed Mr. Dorian Gray to attend a funeral of the Abraham family. When she left, she seemed to see a blonde girl sitting on the bare black branches. Her gray eyes had the same luster as the gloomy sky above her head. When Fors was about to look at her, the girl sighed and disappeared from there.
As the saying goes, the thunder that has not been struck will eventually be struck back. (Where does this saying come from?) After watching Arrodes's licking of Klein, Athena seemed to be curious about this mirror from the spirit world. One night, she came to Klein's house to eat hot pot with him. While eating mutton, she curiously asked Klein: Will Arrodes also appear in our mirror?
Theoretically, yes... Klein pondered, "Why do you suddenly ask this?"
"Because I think he's very interesting, like the magic mirror in the Snow White fairytale, so I really want to communicate with him in person!" Athena said, not noticing a drop of sweat on Klein's forehead. Although for some reason, the magic mirror was quite tolerant of Klein's questions, but Klein had seen the sharp questions he asked others and knew his nature of teasing people. At this time, Athena actually took the initiative to be asked questions by him. She is really a warrior... But he always finds it difficult to refuse Miss Pallas's request. Is it just because she is a weak girl? No, no, no, I feel that this fellow is definitely not weak. She escaped from the hands of the Secret Society some time ago and stole something from them.
That night, Arrodes appeared in Klein's mirror again.
"Your humble and loyal servant Arrodes..." The magic mirror suddenly saw Athena on the side, and the words on the mirror suddenly stopped. After a long time, another line of words appeared on the mirror: Do you have a lover?
No no no no no no no!! Klein roared in his heart, almost blushing. Athena was very calm, just stepped forward and said: I have some questions for you. She looked at Klein hesitantly, and the latter walked out of the room with great discretion and closed the door.
So Athena asked directly: Is Kronos still alive?
After a long time, a line of words appeared on the magic mirror: Yes.
Athena seemed relieved, or perhaps she already knew the answer. She was about to leave with relief when a line of words suddenly appeared on the mirror: It's my turn to ask you questions.
After a while, Klein saw Miss Pallas, whose hair was afro after being struck by lightning, walking out of the room in a trance. This was unexpected, but reasonable.
Klein tried hard to hold back his laughter and asked in a sympathetic tone: Are you okay?
I'm fine... but I'm really confused... Athena said in a daze. It's a very simple question... He asked me who I loved most in the world, and I confidently said it was myself. What's wrong with that? ! ! I don't understand! ! Could I love a fool more than myself!He said to me, "I am a faithful friend!"
and then he touched my clothes,
but the contact of his arms
was not at all like an embrace.
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"Yar, Yar!" The blond child was held in his arms. He stretched out a hand to pull Trunsoest's hair, messing up his meticulous hairstyle, and giggled at Alistair beside him. "I'm sure he's worse than Amon when he was a child." Athena sighed helplessly, "Who did he inherit this from?"
Alistair seemed to be used to the children's disrespectful address - it was taught by someone. Ever since she was addicted to giving nicknames to people around her, she had not been called by her full name. "My father said that in their tradition, everyone has countless nicknames, and others can choose them at will according to the degree of intimacy." Athena took the child from Trunsoest and tried to throw him up to play, but he quickly snatched him back, avoiding some unnecessary accidents. Athena smiled and said, so I call you that because of love? Her tone was so sincere that even the coldest person would be moved by it, but Alistair had long been immune to such love words. He knew that no matter how passionate the girl in front of him said, her heart was always a ball of cold gas. As long as the temperature was high enough, even the stone symbolizing eternity would melt, but she would always be an ethereal and invisible dream in front of him.
"You are Yar, you are Terry, and Kronos is mein roter mond*"
"Wait a minute, why did the nickname suddenly change from a traceable pattern to a random string of characters?" Trunsoest couldn't help but complain.
"This is not a character, but a mysterious language taught to me by Amanesis!" Athena said confidently, "Because Kronos is my favorite person at the moment, I gave him this glorious title!"
Trunsoest was startled. He hesitated and asked, "Why... can you call out that name?" The name of Heiye should be hidden on the ground.
"God's favorite believers have privileges~" Athena said with a smile. Although, I have never seen Medici have any privileges, and his god even wants to kill him. Athena silently complained in her heart. But is being able to sleep with the Lord a privilege? If she could go back to the Glorious Era, Athena would definitely type "My dad, sleeps with fans" on the public screen in front of the temple of the Creator.
"I've never heard that you believe in the Night." Trunsoest said, but his eyes subconsciously looked at Alistair beside him. The other party still had no reaction, as if he was unmoved by the mystery of Athena. The man whose rationality was blinded by love, this attitude of closing his eyes and ears was really ugly... Trunsoest closed his eyes. He himself was seeking support from the Night recently, but he did not find that Athena had any excessive contact with that side. How did she know the Night, and why did Solomon summon her secretly?
Athena, are you really the fallen angel king enshrined in that white steeple church? If so, what are you looking for in Ali, and what is Solomon looking for in you? If I could know what you want and offer it to you, would you also stand by me?
It seemed that Trunsoest was thinking too much, and Athena beside him sensed something. She turned around and smiled elegantly at Trunsoest from an angle that Alistair couldn't see.
"I just want a sincere heart." She said cunningly with her lips.
"Have they decided to kill Solomon?"
On a dark night without any moonlight, Amon appeared on Athena's windowsill. He wore a pointed soft hat of an ancient magician and jumped into the room lightly from the window. Athena was sleeping soundly without any defense at the moment. There was no forbidden spell outside the room. The window was open, and the rain fell in and wet a small piece of carpet.
"That won't do. There are just as many people who want to kill you now as there were before. After all, you betrayed Solomon openly." Amon muttered to himself as he sat down on the bed. The blonde girl seemed to be having a bad dream. She stretched out her hand, her lips trembling, and a few beads of sweat oozed from her forehead. "Amani..." She talked in her sleep. It's really annoying. How can I always hear His name? Isn't there someone else to occupy your nightmare mind? Amon was a little irritated. He played with the girl's blonde hair casually.
"But why do you have to stand on Tudor's side? Is it really because of Adam? I don't remember you having such a good relationship with him." Amon muttered. The moonlight cast a pale light, making his lifeless face more transparent. He left quietly, and his overly thin figure only showed a little loneliness and human touch on such a night.
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"There are rumors that the Lord's Star Angel has descended on this earth again." In the temple, Hermes said to himself, not caring whether the people around him were listening or not. "But looking at the recent movements of the Red Angel Evil Spirit, I feel that her appearance should be almost certain?"
Next to him, the blond, blue-eyed man closed the book in his hand under the crimson moon. He stared at the direction of the moon silently, with a somewhat sad expression. He whispered: Mother.
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As a single man, Klein had no experience of letting women stay at his home. Although his house on Minsk Street had no shortage of guest rooms, the problem was not that. The problem was that he actually let a woman stay at home overnight. This was simply unheard of! Since he came here, no matter how difficult the situation was, he could not lose sleep. But at this moment, he was tossing and turning. If Russell saw this scene, he would definitely laugh at him.
Time cuts back to three hours ago. According to Miss Pallas, she relied on her money and certain conveniences of her position as a Punisher to successfully exchange for the formula of a Sequence 5 Dream Walker and successfully promoted on a dark and windy night. Klein felt that as the level of the audience next to him increased, Klein felt that the risk of lying under her nose was greater. Countless lies accumulated like a snowball, and one day they would burst. What's more, he always didn't want to lie to Miss Pallas. Maybe because they were from the same hometown?
Klein had previously told Miss Pallas that he had seen the name of Mr. Fool written in the ancient Hermetic language in an ancient book. Because he was the first person to awaken this ancient being, he received the blessing of Mr. Fool and became his favored one. For the convenience of subsequent actions, he was now ready to join the Tarot Club as "World" Gehrman Sparrow.
Miss Pallas was concentrating on finishing the chicken leg in front of her. She looked up and said excitedly, "So you are going to open a new map? And use a new identity. In this way, our life is simply a wonderful fourth disaster masterpiece."
"It's definitely not the Fourth Calamity, otherwise it would be lame for us as players to have no privileges at all. This development is totally unreasonable." Klein complained.
Don't you have a source castle? This is the dream of thousands of Gou Sanjia! Although I can't say this. Athena was bored and stirring the mushroom pasta in front of her, and said, "I think I need a pseudonym as well! What do you think of Naomi Tanizaki*, or Nastasya Myshkin?"
"Not good at all! Why do you always choose female characters like this?" Klein said speechlessly.
"Wow, Klein has a wide range of interests! Of course, it's because I'm also a woman who will destroy others because of their love, right?" Athena said jokingly.
"I only heard a little about it in high school, and you have awakened all my dead memories..." Klein said as he took a sip of wine. Actually, the wine was stolen from his storage room by Athena, who said that she wanted to celebrate his new identity. (He really didn't understand what was there to celebrate, but whatever Miss Pallas said was inexplicably convincing.) So the two of them opened a bottle of wine. It seemed that Miss Pallas didn't check the alcohol content of the wine carefully, and she got drunk. Klein had no choice but to put her in the guest room, and the above scene happened.
Because the girl had just broken her bones, Klein was very careful when holding her. She's so light... Although she looks very thin, I didn't expect her to be so light. Klein thought silently. Miss Pallas usually eats a lot at his place, right? Doesn't she eat well in private? Next time, I have to remind her to eat healthy and not drink outside... Wait, why do I seem to be worried about Melissa...
When the girl fell asleep, her long golden eyelashes drooped quietly on her eyelids, almost like a holy angel. Klein carefully tucked in the quilt for her, closed the door and left.
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"Sauron, Sauron." In the deepest dream, the red-haired man who had become a weather wizard always dreamed of the blonde girl calling him like this. But her face was always blurred. She never looked at him. There were so many people standing around her, including saints, gods of love, demons, and dragons. Her surroundings were already full, and he could not go there. After all, they were... just a distant relationship.
It wasn't like this at the beginning. Soran thought. Just as people of lower status are naturally attracted to people of higher status, and girls are naturally attracted to handsome and strong opposite sex, her eyes were always on Medici at the beginning. That flamboyant war angel, his red hair burned like the never-extinguished hellfire. But when Soran looked at him, there was always a blonde girl beside him. The girl was weak, slender, and pale, which was what warriors least wanted to be. But at that time, under the crystal chandelier in the banquet hall, when her gray eyes looked at her, she seemed to see the stars before destruction, or the black hole that attracted everything. At that time, she was still a second daughter who was not recognized by the family. She had scars left on the battlefield, couldn't wear beautiful skirts, and no one wanted to talk to her in social occasions. Only the blonde girl saw her in the shadow. Her soft hands were so cold, like a piece of melting ice in her hands. "Whose cute child is this? She seems to be from the same path as you." The blonde girl pulled her to Medici's side, "It's a good opportunity to dance with this unwelcome guy."
"Hey, I'm very welcome!" Medici protested.
Soran only remembered that he smiled at that time. After the blonde girl disappeared, all the memories about her seemed to be blurred. She could only dream over and over again in the long darkness that gradually dimmed over the years.