(Greek Mythology) The Abyss of the Underworld
Chapter 95
Tartarus was unaware of the aftermath of Cain's killing of his brother. Despite his outwardly nonchalant demeanor, his time was actually quite tight. If things went smoothly, all would be well, but if anything unexpected happened, time would definitely run out. He wasn't confident he could persuade the Law a second time. Therefore, watching the show was fine, but witnessing the whole thing was unlikely.
Well, what he was more worried about was that if he accidentally lost focus, ten years would pass. After all, for a god who lived a hundred years as a day, the concept of time was truly unbearable.
Therefore, he really should find his sister as soon as possible.
Based on the information obtained from reading the memories of the human family of four, Tartarus easily learned of Ai Miye's whereabouts. Although the name and identity were different, the most important thing—the face—was the same.
Yes, Adam had seen Ai Miye, when Adam was still in Heaven.
He'd thought it would be a difficult mode, but it turned out to be an easy one. Tartarus felt his previous worries were a complete waste of time.
So, what I've said above means that Tartarus ultimately still has to go to the realm of another god. After all, Amy is there. Fortunately, it's Hell, not Heaven, and Lucifer, who recently became a god after his fall, doesn't have that much control over Hell.
Please don't doubt that you've read it wrong, or that the author made a mistake, and certainly don't doubt that the author has lost their mind. Tartarus is indeed going to Hell. Although Adam met Amy in Heaven, Amy is now definitely in Hell.
As for the reason…
Sorry, Adam, who had already been expelled from Eden, doesn't provide detailed information. Please explore it yourself.
However, Tartarus had no intention of exploring it himself. He wasn't that curious. Even if he needed to know the situation, finding Nicole and asking her directly was clearly a better option.
The Hell of Hebrew mythology is similar to, yet different from, the Hell of Greek mythology. While both are synonymous with darkness, the Greek Hell lacks a distinction between good and evil; it is merely a place for souls to reincarnate, and darkness is just an attribute. The Hell of Hebrew mythology, however, represents sin.
What I mean by this is that the Hell of Hebrew mythology is incredibly bloody and chaotic, and… utterly shameless (this is the key point).
So, I definitely still prefer the Hell of Greek mythology, and it's not just because I created it. —by Tartarus, who encountered countless eye-watering scenes along the way.
Having traversed the chaotic upper level and the shameless middle level, Tartarus's furrowed brow finally relaxed slightly.
Compared to the lower demons in the upper levels who constantly fight for survival, and the middle-level inhabitants of Hell who will stop at nothing for profit, at least the demons in the lower levels of Hell, who are generally of higher rank, still pay some attention to their image. The fallen angels, having spent so many years in Heaven, even if influenced by the environment of Hell, at least maintain a respectable facade, regardless of their private lives.
As long as they maintain a respectable facade, and don't have blood and gore flying everywhere, or, most importantly, not have been cleaned for decades and become unbearably smelly, or engage in inappropriate public displays of affection—gender, number, and manner of interaction—Tartarus doesn't care what they are like. His fastidiousness in various senses is his own business; as long as others don't get in his way, he doesn't care.
Of course, deep down, he also has a much worse impression of this place, whose moral standards rival those of the Greek pantheon, but whose bottom line is even lower.
Oh, you say the god of the underworld belongs to the Greek pantheon? Sorry, he's never categorized the underworld with the outside world. Tartarus's current concern is whether his younger sister has been corrupted by staying here for so long.
Given Amy's usual pattern of having no major problems but constantly having minor ones, Tartarus feels he has every reason to worry.
Thinking of Amy's numerous exquisite pipes and revealing outfits, her penchant for verbally teasing people (specifically referring to beautiful women), her love for things with high energy content, and her intrigued nature—the more bizarre and challenging something is, the more interested she becomes…
If she were to be led astray like this, just imagining it was too beautiful, so beautiful it was almost unbearable to look at. In short, after imagining it, Tartarus felt like his entire being was about to collapse.
Especially since, although Amy is a germaphobe, Tartarus has to admit that his sister's morals… might… be… a little… unreliable. Therefore, these imaginings aren't just unfounded worries, but entirely plausible possibilities. "Nikola," Tartarus said confidently, though a question lingered in his mind.
His hair and eye color were off, but Tartarus already knew that. However… the power attribute was wrong. This kind of light power was rare even among the Greek gods; it was too extreme. The aura of divinity was so faint it was almost imperceptible, yet the feeling of his soul was definitely correct.
"Who are you… but… Nicola… are you calling me?" Orsia paused slightly, slightly taken aback. Dark attribute… and this power felt so familiar… as if she had often felt it before… no, she had never left the embrace of this power.
"You have amnesia." Tartarus frowned slightly. This was troublesome.
Amnesia? Orsia frowned slightly. She had lived for over three thousand years, and her memories of every single day were crystal clear…
"Please answer my question first, Your Excellency. Who… exactly are you?" After a pause, Orsia directly voiced her feelings: "Why do I feel such familiarity with the fluctuations of your power?" Even the power of the Heavenly Father couldn't evoke this soul-deep dependence and habit in her!
Tartaros didn't speak, but instead placed his hand on Orsia's head. Orsia stiffened slightly, but didn't resist, allowing that familiar yet strange power to flow into her body from the hand above her head, spreading throughout her entire being.
Tartarus's divine power surged into Orsia's body. Having spent decades in Hell, Orsia's inner light power was no longer as strong. Hell was a complete paradise of darkness; if it weren't for her immense power, Orsia would have long since fallen or perished, especially considering what had happened not long ago…
In short, the light power within her was no match for Tartarus's divine power, destined for defeat. If it weren't for the fact that survival in the deepest levels of Hell was impossible without immense power, and that he couldn't break the seal here, Tartarus would have long ago wiped the light power from Orsia's body.
Yes, the seal. Tartarus discovered that his little sister's current state was all due to that strange seal of light.
"Brother…" a soft murmur rang out. Orsia, or rather, Ai Miya's eyes, due to the weakening of her light power and the faint memories in her mind, revealed a hint of confusion, but she looked clearly at Tartarus and called out.
"I'll take you back, but before that, I'm sorry to trouble you to get some sleep." Tartarus apologized, his tone gentle as if he were speaking to his sister, but his actions were ruthless. Before his words were even finished, he decisively knocked Ai Miya unconscious.
Chapter 95