We Are The Gods

Chapter 46 The First Wave

The First Wave

There was an explosion that set Psyche's pair of yellow-gold eyes ablaze, making the maliciousness it contained all the more visible. Poseidon stood there agape, totally forgetting about his image.

"Psyche?" Poseidon was in utter disbelief.

He didn't know Psyche was capable of being bad, more so being this... evil.

She still had that beauty that put many goddesses to shame, even pushing the goddess of beauty herself to jealousy. That sweet, innocent little human princess turned immortal to satiate Eros's love, which ended his heartbreaking career.

But when Psyche smiled, that image of innocence shattered at the back of his mind.

"Yes, God of the Sea?" asked Psyche, the malicious smile still on her lips.

Poseidon's brows furrowed. "We have looked for you in so many places. Where have you been?"

Psyche's face remained dark, unfeeling. "Guess you didn't look hard enough."

Poseidon's mouth closed, his initial shock fading into anger. So many unspoken words roiling in his stomach.

They did look for her. But the wreckage was too great in that battle, and no way a goddess with no fighting power would still be alive in that nest teeming with Titans. They couldn't get closer, or risk their heads snapped. So, they gave it up.

Except Eros.

Eros begged for us to go back, to look for you in that rubble. To continue looking.

But it was hopeless. Psyche was eaten by a rift in the ground, and they didn't know where it led. It was an inevitable doom. So they practically dragged him away, wounded, to safety.

After that, he changed.  He spent almost their entire recuperating years like he was out of his mind. Often delirious and vengeful. Screaming that he wants to go back. Sometimes he'd hole himself up inside his nest, brooding like a mother bird losing its young. His behavior unpredictable.

Eros alternated between sometimes being alright to borderline insane. He'd go on a hunger strike for months, only drinking what was left of the ambrosia that they were able to bring, administering small amounts, while licking his wounds. Sometimes, he completely lost his mind and caused a rampage, his power scattering all over the place. Then he deviated.

It took fair amounts of the power they have to keep him from dying.

Only after that did he become docile.

Poseidon knew because he watched over him all those times. And he wanted to tell Psyche all that. Because he felt like it was all going to waste if she didn't know.

But he found that... he didn't want to tell her. Because Psyche changed. The glint in her eyes was different. It contained... nothing. Like she has been robbed of all emotion.

Psyche's eyes dropped on Eros's body and her smile widened. Poseidon bristled and he growled.

"Don't touch him."

Psyche waved a hand and the Titan behind her bellowed at Poseidon, raising its club near Eros's head.

"Stand down," commanded Psyche. The Titan paused in its movements, and like a docile animal, sat down heavily beside them. Poseidon didn't know whether to kill it or watch it. But it wasn't the Titan that he was worried about... it's Psyche. He wonders how she was able to command a creature twice her size.

Ngunit tila walang pakielam si Psyche sa mga opinyon niya dahil ni isang beses ay hindi siya nilingon nito. Lumuhod si Psyche sa harap ni Eros at hinaplos ang mukha nito. Kumuha pa siya ng puting panyo sa bulsa ng kaniyang puting bestida at pinunasan ang mukha ni Eros na purong dugo.