With a low laugh, the dark god Demos appeared. He stood against the wall by the window, with his arms folded around his chest, and laughed at the sight of Carette:

"The messenger's spring dream last night was really wonderful!"

No wonder there was such a terrible nightmare, and it dawned on Karet. It was Demos who entered her dreams while she was sleeping, and took control of what she dreamed.

He can use such means, and his mana is indeed unfathomable and terrifying.

"You, why are you snooping on my privacy!"

Kareta was still tough.

"Privacy?" Demos narrowed, two sly glints fixed on Karet's slightly twitching face.

"It seems that you are quite nourishing as a human being. However, there are some things that should not be overdone. ”

Frightened and ashamed to the extreme, Karete's face turned from white to red, and then to purple.

“... Don't meddle with me!

"You should know, I definitely have the ability to make that dream come true!"

As he spoke, Demos's gaze became fierce.

"Are you still so cruel? Don't you think your sins are not serious enough? You have been banished from the Holy Mountain, so you should stay in your other dimension!"

“...”

The originally clear and bright sky outside gradually became gloomy and dark, as if a dark night was about to fall.

Its ruler is angry.

Demos shifted his stance against the wall, approaching Carette step by step until he cornered her.

"Whose responsibility is it? Who forced me to leave the Holy Mountain and be reborn as a filthy human before I can be resurrected!"

He opened his eyes violently, reached out and grabbed Karet's arms, swaying her body a few times in a frenzied manner, and then pressed her body against the wall.

"You deserve it!"

Carette bravely looked up at him, ready for the challenge.

For a while, two different breaths collided with each other, repelled each other, and you fought for each other, like the tumbling waves and the roaring flames.

The tense and strange air flashed with fiercely competing sparks, and the objects in the room were also swept into the air by the strong air current, and they flew freely.

He can't forget, and she can't forget...

The first gathering of gods to celebrate the harvest after the end of the Trojan War -

The gods have been together for two days and one night, as if they have no intention of dispersing.

Venus, the goddess of love, was so drunk that he went back to the palace early in the morning and fell asleep, leaving only his son Cupid in the care of his subordinate Carette.

Carreta was not happy at this party. At this moment, she thought more about the bloody Trojan killing field and the many innocent human souls that had died for it.

The gods don't care, a little vanity on their part can cause a cruel catastrophe in the world, but such a heavy price should not be paid by humans!

All they care about is whether the singing and dancing of the banquet is exciting, and whether the food and drinks are luxurious. Compared to their immortal life, what is the mere few decades of human beings in the world?

What is a human being...?

Carreta sorrow came from it, and she remembered Hector again, her lover. After a sour feeling in her heart, she sighed sadly.

When she noticed that Cupid had disappeared from view, Carette panicked and regretted that she should not have forgotten about him.

At the age of five, he was the age of mischief, and all she could do was pray that nothing would happen somewhere until he was found.

Finally found the target in a corner of the main hall, but it seemed too late.

Seeing that Caret had caught up, Cupid quickly hid behind her legs, nervously tugging at the hem of her skirt while looking at the male god in front of him with frightened eyes.

Demos, the god of darkness!

Kareta knew him. The black hair and symbolic black robes, which were rare among the Titans, were conspicuous signs.

In the holy mountain of Olympus, there are more or less rumors about Demos.

As the brother of Zeus, he showed a unique preference and expertise in manipulating the dark forces, and thus took over the dark duties at a young age.

However, with his noble birth and gorgeous appearance, he does not seem to be favored by the gods. Whether it was his position or his naturally tyrannical and unruly nature, the gods had long been accustomed to shunning him.

Now, with the appearance of Carret, Demos's thunderous anger quickly subsided.

He spoke to her politely.

"It's you? I'm looking for Cupid's mother's theory. ”

"The goddess is resting in the dormitory, and I can take care of something for me. ”

Carete lowered her gaze slightly, uncomfortably, and bowed politely to Demos. She didn't dare make eye contact with him for a long time.

His eyes were black, black and pure, like a deep pool without seeing the bottom, as if he could absorb the soul of any life. A powerful sense of oppression made her nervous.

"What would make the god of darkness babble?"

Hera, the goddess of blessings, came over at this time, with the usual schadenfreude smile on her face:

"I'll hear it too. ”

"No big deal..."

Demos raised the empty jewel in his hand and pointed to Hera with the large wet stain on his chest.

"The new clothes that had just been put on were knocked by Cupid's little ghost and spilled wine. ”

"I'm really sorry, but I ask for your pardon. Kareta bowed to the god of darkness once more.

Knowing that it was her own side that was at fault, she could only do her best to ask him for forgiveness, and she knew that Olympus's titled gods were not easy to mess with.

"Oh, hehe," Hera covered her mouth and laughed for a while before saying:

"Forget Demos, you consider yourself unlucky. Kareta must have been a virgin, and she couldn't handle a child at all. ”

Kareta felt even more embarrassed, her face flushed, and she buried her head even lower.

"Really, she's going to have to pay attention, then..."

As Hera said this, Demos looked at Carette with his eyes, and looked at her again with a condescending smile, savoring her.

Under the long blue skirt, there is a slender body, and the right oblique off-the-shoulder style reveals a youthful and white arm. A pair of protruding ruin rooms are not abundant, but they are also delicate and full. The long loose blonde hair is dotted with hairpin rings and beads in a staggered and orderly manner. And the beautiful and delicate face was full of shame and apology.

It's really the best beauty——

Demos smiled with satisfaction.

His black eyes were as silent as ever, but behind the silence was a stupid agitation awakened by the youthful beauty of Karete.

These changes in his expression did not hide Hera's keen eyes.