Immortal Bleeding

The Beginning

Centuries ago, humans of this world had the privilege to interact with the gods of Olympus. The humans shared ties with the gods, some special, some purely business. These interactions between the gods and the humans gave birth to the demigods.

Beings of half-blood. Half god, half human.

Granted that the demigods are extraordinary, they have to pay a great price being they can never meet their supernatural parent.

Most of these demigods were orphans.

But enough about the demigods. This story is of Medusa.

Medusa is a human girl envied by many and desired by all the male population.

Albeit being human, this girl was blessed with beauty of no comparison. Both inside and out.

She carries herself with dignity, innocence, purity and grace.

Truly a woman like no other.

Her beauty was enough to capture the attention of Aphrodite, The goddess of Love and Beauty.

Medusa's inhuman beauty sparked a jealousy from the goddess that has never been known from a god before.

Aphrodite became intimidated yet she let the girl be since it was forbidden for a god or goddess to harm a human out of ill feelings or false blames. Only by real proof of evil feelings born from humans can a god have the right to punish.

Every day, the goddess watched and studied every move of Medusa. Hoping that the kind and beautiful girl that she is, was only an exterior and that she was hiding something even the slightest bit evil underneath. And every day, the goddess failed to find anything, for Medusa had a pure and forgiving heart.

Then came a dark day on the life of Medusa. She was walking through the market when she was suddenly grabbed and dragged to the forest. She was protesting for the men to let her go, screaming for help, but they were far from the people by then. Aphrodite was watching her, and so were the other gods that heard her screams.

The men threw her on a tree and started tearing her clothes apart.

The men raped her right on that forest. Her screams were loud enough to capture the attention of Zeus.

"Stop!"

"Please! Don't do this!"

"Somebody, help me!"

"Please! Have mercy on me!"

"Stop! Please! No!!"

Her pleas were loud and filled with terror. No doubt, this experience will scar her for the rest of her life. Just when she was about to give up and Zeus was about to step down to save her, a man came in to her rescue.

The man was well built and was so strong that he fought the men off all by himself. When the last of the wicked men had run away, he turned to Medusa

"Are you alright?"

But of course, that was the worst question to ask someone who had just experienced rape. All Medusa could do was cry. To tremble in fright. Even though she wanted to thank the man who had most likely saved her life, she had not the strength to do anything.

Due to the lack if words to say in such a moment, the man settled for;

"I am so sorry for what happened to you. Let me help you."

And with those words, he swooped Medusa in his arms and carried her which only led to her panic. The sudden contact with the male creature reminded her of the happening just a few minutes ago. All she could do was tremble and yell.

"No! Don't touch me! Don't come near me!"

The man felt sorry for her, yet he was also thankful towards his lazy brother for sending him to the woods to gather wood otherwise he wouldn't have heard her screams for help. As he looked at the woman in front of him, he noticed just how beautiful she was that he thought he wouldn't blame the men for doing what they did to her. But quickly dismissed the thought and scolded himself for it.

But still, he couldn't help but be captured by her beauty. Everything about her was the definition of perfection, even when she was covered in her blood due to losing her virginity. Yet, he couldn't look at her as anything but beautiful. Not a lustful thought in the premises of his mind.

All he could see right now is a creature trembling from sheer terror. He watched as the last drop of her innocence was forced out of her by the men who did this abomination to her. Stood and stared as she trembled, unable to cope with the loss of dignity.

He never knew such an etheral creature could suffer so much.

And he hated it.

He was hurt by it.

So much that he started to question his sanity.

Why would the emotions of this woman affect him so much when he has only know of her existence then?

Aphrodite was still watching the both of them, but her attention was solely towards the man whom saved Medusa.

She saw how beautiful, godlike and perfect the man was.

With those piercing blue orbs that seem so captivated by the naked woman in front of him, yet there was no sign of evil thoughts, the man also had an aura of confidence and fierceness yet kind and gentle about him. The other gods was nowhere near the perfection of this man that Aphrodite felt herself being pulled towards him.

She was surprised that she could even think of him that way since she's never had any attraction toward any human male before and she resolved towards herself that she will never have any attraction to a human but this particular man has proved her wrong.

She watched as the man's eyes were filled with affection and sympathy towards Medusa. She watched as he turned away from Medusa -probably to get her something to cover herself with more than her tattered clothes but in Aphrodite's hopes, to leave Medusa in the forest- and how Medusa grabbed the edge of his garment.

This made an explosion of jealousy surge through the goddess and all she wanted to do was feed Medusa to a pack of wolves.

"Don't go. Please, don't leave me here"

"I am just going to find better clothes for you, it gets very cold here in the forest at this time"

Medusa's reply was the same

"Don't go. Please, don't leave me here. Please."

The man had no other choice but to remove his upper garment and cover Medusa with it, since Medusa has a small frame, it fit rather well. The man also sat far enough from Medusa to not make her feel threatened but also near enough for him to keep her feeling safe. His eyes hel