Greece: I am Zeus!

Chapter 276 Death and Hypnos
Hecate's gentle and clear voice finally brought Hemera back to her senses.

During the long wait, she was truly in turmoil, her mind torn between the Mother Goddess and "that matter." In the end, even she herself didn't know what she was thinking anymore.

My thoughts had already flown to the heavens, almost blown away by the gale.

Hemera looked at her bright and beautiful new sister and smiled apologetically: "My dear Hecate, I'm so sorry. I was a little lost in thought just now and didn't hear what you said?"

Hecate smiled faintly, unconcerned, and repeated, "My dear sister Hemera, I mean, you seem a little distracted and somewhat haggard. Are you too tired? Why don't you go and rest for a while?"

Hemera gently shook her head and said with a smile, "Thank you, Hecate. I'm fine, I was just thinking about something and got lost in thought."

Hecate nodded gently, her smile growing warmer: "It's good that you're alright. But if you need anything, sister, we're family, so please feel free to ask."

"Compared to you, sister, my divine power is shallow, but our authority is ultimately different. Perhaps there are some things I can help with."

"Even if my abilities are limited and I can't help my sister, we still have our Mother Goddess. There are probably very few things in the entire universe that can stump the Mother Goddess."

"Oh, right." Hecate seemed to suddenly remember something.

“I just saw that the Mother Goddess’s veil has been removed. It seems that the Mother Goddess’s emotions have stabilized.”

"Just now, I think I saw the Mother Goddess's divine light flash by. I don't know where she went before, but she just returned to the temple."

"But in any case, it's a good thing that the Mother Goddess's emotions have stabilized. Her unpredictable moods were truly terrifying."

As Hecate spoke, her gaze never left Hermera, carefully observing every subtle change in her expression.

Her small hands gripped the magic cup tightly, her fingertips unconsciously tracing the lines on the rim, her eyes filled with a cautious, inquisitive light.

Sure enough, she noticed that Hermella paused noticeably when she heard the last two sentences.

A distinct hint of doubt flashed in those eyes that should have been as bright as day.

Immediately afterwards, an undisguised anxiety and panic welled up in his eyes.

Hecate's bold guess became even more certain.

'It seems there were some unexpected issues along the way. Hmm... let me double-check.'

Hermera, whose skin was as white as daylight, was now struggling to control her emotions. She asked urgently, "Did Mother Goddess... return to the temple from elsewhere?"

Her voice still carried the gentle and charming quality unique to the Goddess of Day, but now it carried a distinct urgency.

Hecate nodded slightly, then added casually, "Yes, I don't know where Mother Goddess went either."

Hermela then pressed on, "Good sister, did you... see anything else?"

Upon hearing this, Hecate pretended to lower her head in contemplation, as if trying to recall something.

After a few breaths, she replied softly in a somewhat uncertain tone, "I think I saw a flash of lightning for a moment, but it was really just a fleeting moment. Perhaps I was mistaken."

"Huh—" She seemed to suddenly realize something, feigning surprise as she covered her mouth. "Could it be... the great Father God has come? But why didn't He come to see me instead?"

As Hecate spoke, her delicate brows furrowed slightly, and a hint of girlish unhappiness appeared on her face.

However, Hermella's expression became noticeably more somber after hearing those words.

The light in the eyes of this bright goddess, who symbolizes the day, was dimmed as if shrouded in a thin mist.

She forced a smile and said softly to Hecate, "My dear Hecate, I... I suddenly remembered that there are some very important things that I need to do immediately and go to the Mother Goddess."

"Thank you for your hospitality. You and your younger siblings continue playing. I'll be leaving for a bit."

Hecate nodded gently, her smile as bright as the rising silver moon: "Okay, my sister's business is naturally more important. You go ahead and do your work, and please come and keep me company when you're done."

Hermella smiled and nodded, no longer caring about anything else. She quickly transformed into an invisible, cold white light and sped towards the Temple of Night.

Hecate stood there, gazing at the receding white light, the smile on her lips growing ever more meaningful.

She was hoping for a good outcome.

Because if Sister Hemera had the chance... then, herself...

Just then, a captivating, melodious, and joyful cry from a goddess rang out from not far away:
"Hecate! Come quick! That little rascal Tikka is being naughty again! Come quickly, shine your moonlight on her, and don't let her move!"

The sound was as melodious as silver bells, floating above the moon, carrying an irrepressible joy.

Just by listening to her voice, you can tell she must be an extremely charming and alluring goddess.

The one speaking was Philotes.

This goddess, who is always pursuing "happiness and harmony," is having a great time with her sisters right now.

Hecate gave her a deep look, thinking to herself: This good older sister's authority should be used when necessary…

"Coming, coming—" she replied casually, and then hurried over with a smile.

Philotes glanced at Hecate casually, and then a glint of light flashed in his eyes.

Because she clearly saw something entirely new, sparkling, full of "desire" and "ambition," quietly sprouting within the younger sister's divinity. 'Tsk, yet another one,' Philotes chuckled inwardly. 'The younger sister is just like the older sister now.'

Given the power of the gods, very few could possibly escape her notice.

However, she was merely pleased to see it, and had no interest in saying anything more.

She has always had a simple attitude towards things; for her, joy, love, and happiness are the most important things.

As for what kind of love it is, and what makes it happy, that's not important at all.

She has always been indifferent to the minutiae of relationships, preferring to blend everything into a lively and joyful experience.

For a god, happiness is the most important thing.

Meanwhile, Thanatos, the god of death, and Hypnos, the god of sleep, did not find Hades in Hades' temple.

They naturally knew the reason for this.

I came early simply because I'm sensible!
Only when the churning night that covered the entire underworld slowly dissipated, and the underworld returned to its deathly, eternal stillness, did they finally see Hades, the god of the underworld, return from outside the palace.

Death and Sleep are not children.

The solemnity of death and the tranquility of sleep define their appearance.

Death is the most serious thing in the world.

Therefore, Thanatos, the god of death, is a young male god with a resolute face and solemn expression.

His figure was like a drawn sword, straight and sharp, with black hair and black eyes, and a cold and ruthless gaze, as if containing the eternal winter night.

But in that endless, cold depths, one can also see a trace of gentleness belonging to "ultimate liberation".

His brother Hypnos, the god of sleep, was his complete opposite.

The God of Sleep is a handsome young man with a lazy, relaxed appearance.

He seemed boneless, always leaning to one side, his skin so pale it was almost transparent, and his handsome face always wore a faint, enigmatic smile.

He possesses a dashing and romantic air that can make countless goddesses fall for him, a quality truly reminiscent of His Father.

Although He always looked sleepy, with a hazy feeling as if He had never woken up.

Upon seeing the pure "darkness" surge into the temple, their expressions immediately turned solemn, and even Hypnos, unusually, perked up instantly.

Hades has returned once more. The lord of the underworld walks with a steady and regal air, and another god follows behind him.

She is Ceres, the goddess of violent death, and the sister of Death and Sleep.

A slender, tall goddess, draped in a blood-red robe, with black wings on her back.

The two brothers hurriedly stepped forward, bowed deeply to the figure, and said loudly, "Thanatos (Hypnos) pays homage to the noble, illustrious, and great King of the Underworld!"

Then she looked at their sister and nodded in greeting: "Sister Ceres, may you be well."

Hades smiled slightly when he saw them, appearing very friendly, which immediately softened the atmosphere.

Keres smiled and nodded in response, obediently following behind Hades.

Hades casually waved as he walked toward his divine throne.

As He moved, two obsidian deities appeared out of thin air in the temple.

He gestured for them to sit down.

They bowed slightly again to show their highest respect before sitting down properly.

Hades looked at them with great satisfaction.

Now, the laws of the Netherworld have, in most respects, finally filled in that most crucial gap.

The idea of ​​a Netherworld without the law of "death" is just too ridiculous.

He nodded and said, “I already know everything, there is no need to say more.”

“Since you are the children of Zeus, then naturally you are also my children. The underworld is your eternal home. There is no need to be so reserved at home.”

"Of course, temples will also be prepared for you on Olympus. If you get tired of staying in the Underworld and want to enjoy the scenery of Olympus, you can do so at any time."

The two gods were delighted, rose simultaneously, bowed again in respect, and exclaimed loudly, "Your Majesty, thank you for your grace!"

Hades beckoned them to sit down and said, “You haven’t properly reunited with your mother goddess yet. It’s wrong, but I can only ask you to make do for now.”

“Your Mother Goddess… well… she’s not quite at ease right now. She has other things to worry about.”

(End of this chapter)