Greek Demon Myth

149 – Amor Fati.

Five hundred and fifty defeated soldiers who fell into despair and even dreamed of death. At first, they were so uncomfortable in this position that they did not know what to do.

The king and princes who retreated to the back side whispered while watching them, and the gods and spirits gathered around them seemed to glance at them and curse them.

The beautiful and strong Atalanta and her warriors were revered like Aphrodite’s parade.

The appearance of the strong Jason and his friends was as confident and relaxed as usual.

They were dragged out ugly by the hands of Hercules and thrown away as if they were being planted. They were so compared to those who were ridiculed that they wanted to dig into the ground.

They couldn’t stand the shame, and before the god of the festival arrived, they silently drank from their glasses.

To them, the god of beautiful wine was too splendid, and the black half-god proudly protesting against his madness was too great.

I couldn’t raise my head because I was afraid that the gods who hid themselves around me would laugh at me, comparing the ugly ones with the shiny ones.

A god who answers the brave hero’s challenge with a beautiful miracle.

Fragrant wine gushing out of the ground and sweet honey exuding from the leaves heated up everywhere in an instant.

However, it was close but too far away for those who had cooled off, perhaps drunk from frustration or immersed in wine.

I just wanted to hide and disappear in the shade of the forest right away, but Hercules with a smile was watching him, his muscles twitching.

It was around the time that five hundred and fifty ashes were left to fiddle with the remains of a broken table.

[To live is like that. Everyone come empty-handed~]

“…?”

“What, what?”

Into the crevices of the banquet hall noisy by the miracle of God, the singing sound was heard as accurately as an arrow flying in.

Not the elegant love song of Orpheus, nor the old-fashioned Marsyas, but the song that seemed to be humming lightly, the heads of those who were drooping began to rise one by one.

I began to listen one by one, puzzled by the bizarre and exciting tone I heard for the first time in my life, but even frivolous performance that I had never heard before.

[I live by spreading novel-like stories in the world.]

That was right.

They are minor heroes, half-human half-gods who have not yet become heroes.

Those who do not belong to the world of gods and who are difficult to blend into the society of humans have always wanted to be the main characters of a story.

Like Cadmus, who rescued Zeus from Typhon and defeated Ismenios, the first dragon, to found Thebes.

Like Perseus, who was recorded as a proud hero after defeating Medusa thanks to the love and support of countless gods.

Like Bellerophon, guided by Athena, who took the reins of the winged horse Pegasus and defeated Typhon’s son Chimera.

Because they do not belong anywhere, they dream of being heroes who can only remember and worship their names, and become the protagonists of the heroic stories they dreamed of and sang.

No, can we really call it a dream?

Anxiety that no one will remember you, fear that no one will acknowledge you, fear that no one will love you.

The fear, as if the three most feared goddesses were chasing them with sharp knives, was a pain shared by most of the little heroes who lived in this forest.

Because the doubts and suspicions that shook from the foundation of his existence were more persistent and cruel than any other monster. This hero’s forest was nothing more than a purgatory for wounded sinners who wore the masks of grandiose exemplary heroes.

When I turned my head slightly, I could see Hercules shaking shoulders with the Cyclops, drunk with the song.

Breaking bread together and pouring wine from the same jar, but already born and different from them.

A man who dare not doubt that he will one day become a hero representing Greece along with Cadmus, Perseus, and Bellerophon.

Looking at such a man, he couldn’t even imagine that he could become a hero to stand shoulder to shoulder with him.

The hot desire that pulsated in my heart cooled down before I knew it, and even my heart hardened.

If you turn your eyes away from the enthusiastic surroundings and look around, you will see hardened faces as if looking in a mirror.

Since we are looking at each other with eyes like a swamp.

Its appearance was more bizarre and terrifying than any other monster.

What are you doing here?

What are you trying to do here?

Five hundred and fifty ugly losers who couldn’t overcome even themselves, succumbed to momentary fear, spread their ugly eyes and closed their eyes in front of the heavenly gods.

How dare you savor the wine at this banquet and listen to the singing?

At that moment, five hundred and fifty pairs of footsteps took one step back from a sense of guilt and disappointment that they could not forgive themselves.

Once again the sound of the song pierced their ears.

[Don’t be disappointed in yourself.]

What?

[You can’t do everything well.]

Nonsense.

[All it takes is a better tomorrow than today.]

Really?

Is that really enough?

As if a drowning traveler struggled to grab at least the grass roots, the heads that had fallen slowly stood up again.

Actually, there were people who wanted to live, but couldn’t find a reason to live and wanted to die. There were people who were staring at their silent cries.

It was Dianes, a black blue man holding out a glass of wine while looking at the beautiful gods shoulder to shoulder.

The dark eyes that were so frightened were silently encouraging them, and the hand that was so wary was reaching out to them and holding out a cup.

And the mouth, which had profound wisdom that surprised even Chiron, gave them an answer like magic.

[Let’s just love everything that exists. (Amor Fati.)]

On that day, the cheers of 550 that exploded like cannonballs were uttered during the banquet of Dionysus.

* * *

The festival was, in a word, a great success.

As if Asclepius wasn’t threatening with a knife for nothing, seeing the ashes of five hundred and fifty pieces made me gasp.

‘Honestly, it’s not that they’re lacking or weak.’

If the spirit of the Heavenly Demon Demonic Spirit boosts the spirits of the demons and oppresses the divine spirit of the Seonbuldo, if it is the energy of the Other Hwajajaecheon, commanding and leading the ten thousand horses.

Sura Reverse Sky’s Magi, true to its name, is an Asura’s life force that suppresses and destroys all the energy that exists under the sky.

Even this is the same Magi, and even the Jinwon Jingi of its user is no exception.

It was impossible to learn this unless the demonic energy completely melted into the true source and the body was prepared for the extreme end.

It is not for nothing that Suramazone did not hesitate to fear not only the political faction but also the demons when they were on the battlefield.

No matter how weak the life force of reverse perforation is, Jason and the fifty swordsmen who took it head-on are amazing.

Honestly, I was amazed that no one died of a heart attack despite the momentum.

‘In Moorim, he was famous for his wide-area massacres.’

As expected, it is the age of myth, a world of born warriors who inherited the blood of the gods.

However, when I saw those guys all fall to the ground in my small shot, the Cheonma teacher in my heart clicked his tongue.

Anyway, today’s song selection to cheer them up again was a success.

-Wow!

“Oops! Surprise!”

A gigantic shout burst out that surprised even the god of alcohol, who had been shoulder to shoulder, and the band members, who were lined up all over the banquet hall, raised their music as if they couldn’t lose.

In addition, Marsyas, Orpheus, and some choir members sing a choir.

The most addictive edm that went against the times, philosophical and touching lyrics that anyone can help but sympathize with and be moved by.

On top of that, my appealing voice, which contained a bet, along with the song of Myang Gong, formed a trinity and sprinkled oil on the flames of the banquet hall, so the atmosphere in the banquet hall began to burn hotter than Hephaestus’ furnace.

“Oh, it’s hard~”

For some reason, I felt tired after spending all my energy on something I hadn’t done in a while.

Still, it was quite a proud sight to see the young guys dancing and singing excitedly to my tune.

“hehehehe~”

“What is it? What about that nasty hum?”

Looking at me like that, I was frowning at the disgusting handsome man grunting like a Cheshire Cat, no superstition.

“No~ If you become my junior, I think you will be a pretty good god.”

“What are you talking about all of a sudden…”

Who is not the god of drunkenness? After cutting the front and back, I hit the sour drip and sat down.

“You poor man. Didn’t you hear what the headbanging Cyclops said? You don’t know where God is everywhere, but if you do it out of the blue, you won’t know, but I’ll get a headache later.”

Isn’t this Greece a place where lightning strikes as blasphemy?

A situation where they are still enemies or have been handed over to outsourcing of the past.

I didn’t want to add anything extra to the quest window that was already cumbersome.

“Although I am past the point where I am afraid of lightning or sunlight.”

“Although I am past the point where I am afraid of lightning or sunlight.”

…..?

“What now…”

“What are we going to do now?”

Dionysus smirks and takes my words ahead of time.

I had to feel an inexplicable darkness in the turbid purple eyes that were separated from the smooth red face.