𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 | Medusa Gorgon x Perseus

Chapter 3: The Dance of The Fates

"Well, well... And who do we have here?" Medusa hissed slowly, gaze filled with threat as she eyed the hero up and down.

"It is I, Perseus the hero, Medusa Gorgon," Perseus declared, his voice sounding thunderously within the depths of the cave.

"And what business do you have here, Perseus the hero?" the monster spat, her tone laced with disdain.

"I have been tasked to kill you, Gorgon," Perseus replied, taking a confident step forward, yet still refraining from striking.

"Oh..." Medusa sighed, a tinge of contempt in her voice. "In that case, sorry to disappoint you, hero, for you will not succeed."

Perseus felt a surge of determination coursing through his veins, he had faced even more terrifying adversaries before, but none quite like Medusa. There was an undeniable complexity to the monster, unexpected sorrow and grace surrounding her. Perseus hesitated, questioning the purpose of his mission and the actual truth behind the tales of her grim nature.

"Tell me, Medusa," Perseus began gently, voice mixed with curiosity and empathy. "Why do you say I will not succeed? Is there no way to break this curse that has befallen you?"

A hint of vulnerability flickered in Medusa's eyes, momentarily softening her stony expression. She approached the hero, a bitter chuckle escaping her plump lips.

"Curse, you say? Oh, hero, if only it were that simple," Medusa replied, voice filled with sadness. "The gods stored such a cruel fate for me, that breaking the curse seems like an impossible dream."

Perseus took a step closer to Medusa, their gaze meeting on the sharp reflection of the sword. "Tell me, Medusa, for I am willing to listen. How did this curse come to be? Perhaps there is a way, anyhow possible to unchain these shackles."

Medusa's serpentine hair danced around her, as if trying to comfort the monster. Her internal battle whether or not to trust Perseus was evident from her fair complexion.

"Very well, Perseus," Medusa started, "If you truly wish to understand, then listen closely, for the story of Medusa is not as simple as the legends claim."

Perseus leaned back on the stony cold walls of the cave as Medusa recounted her tragic tale, not missing the cruel details of jealous gods. The hero knit her brows at their cruel acts, speechless at how such beautiful woman became the victim of envy. Medusa should have been a very enchanting lady before her transformation, Perseus thought to himself, mindlessly observing Gorgon's alluring figure. As the now-monster finished her story, she let out a deep sigh.

"I am very sorry to hear that, Gorgon." Perseus started, "yet I have sworn an oath to end this all..."

"So, you will kill me, hero?" Medusa smirked dangerously.

"I said end this, not kill you, Gorgon. Maybe, just maybe there is a way to break this curse?" A hint of hope was heard in Perseus voice.

Medusa retracted, walking back and forth in the cavern. After a moment which seemed like an eternity, she finally opened her mouth.

"You know, hero, I have heard of a thing, yet I am unsure this artifact even truly exists. I have ceased to believe in this tale." She shrugged.

Upon hearing this, Perseus raised his brows, his vision clouded by hopes, "Tell me more, Gorgon. Maybe it is indeed possible to break this curse, after all."