Greece: Zeus made me the queen of heaven?

Chapter 924 Warriors charging for love

Outside the garden of Hades, Orpheus sat in the corner of the wall beyond the high wall of thorns.

His fingers plucked the strings incessantly, day and night, without ever stopping, singing a mournful song of longing for his beloved.

He tried to move the cold and ruthless king of the underworld in the garden with his singing, and sang incessantly for this purpose.

My fingers bled, and my throat became hoarse from singing, but these were not the most serious problems.

The underworld is ultimately the world of the dead, and those who enter this world as living beings will naturally be assimilated.

The aura of death invades the body, and the food and water it carries also rots under this aura, becoming inedible.

Hunger and death approached him almost simultaneously; he was nearing the end of the road.

If he still cannot move the master of the underworld, he will probably become one of these wandering spirits, never to leave again.

Suppressing the burning pain and the metallic taste of blood in his throat, Orpheus plucked the strings again, singing a mournful prayer.

"Blessed Goddess, merciful daughter, goddess who sows life, I praise you, please listen to my song."

The music transcended the thorny walls and echoed through the gardens of Persephone.

Meanwhile, Persephone, in the garden, was watering the flowers with a somewhat bitter expression and a sullen mood.

Although the music was beautiful, full of emotion, and the technique was superb, anyone who listened to it would give it a thumbs up and acknowledge that the musician was one of the best in the world.

However, even the most beautiful music can become tiresome if you listen to it for ten days or half a month in a row.

Moreover, Orpheus sings laments of longing for loved ones and prayers; listening to such songs for so long would not put anyone in a good mood.

At first, Persephone was indeed moved to tears by the man's deep affection and immediately wanted to agree to return Eurydice to her.

But Hades stopped her, as she was impulsive and sentimental. The dead cannot be brought back to life, and such a decision cannot be made on a whim.

Hades rejected Persephone's suggestion to simply drive away the downtrodden poet who sang dirges outside the wall every day.

The living who enter the land of the dead certainly have the right to impose sanctions.

However, Hades knew that Eros had approved the entry of this man, and to prevent Eros from having other uses for him, he naturally wouldn't allow anyone to drag Orpheus out, chop him up, and feed him to the dogs.

So for the time being, we could only leave him alone and let him sing his songs outside the garden.

Little did he expect that this wait would last so long. Orpheus was nearing the end of his life, and he could almost see Death in his black robes.

Whether you're prepared or not, death will come for you.

Eros arrived late, just as Orpheus's vision went black and the death trial was about to begin on the spot.

A visible holy light descended from the sky and fell upon Orpheus, instantly restoring his nearly exhausted body to a healthy state.

Then, in this holy light, Eros appeared, bathed in light, bringing hope to Orpheus.

"Oh, oh, oh! Child of love and passion, have you indeed been watching me all along?"

Before Eros could even begin his opening remarks, Orpheus was already bowing down to him with an excited expression and tears in his eyes.

"I have always believed that when I burn with love to the extreme, you will surely bring me a miracle!" She regarded all the torment and suffering she had endured for so long as a test from Eros to see if she could truly give her life for the sake of love.

Therefore, it is in this moment, so close to death, that he can truly receive the miracle of love.

It can only be said that the timing was perfect, and it was a twist of fate that caused him to have this misunderstanding.

Eros, of course, didn't explain, and simply went along with Orpheus's words.

“Yes, your act of sacrificing yourself for love and fearlessly facing death touched me. I can’t bear to see you judged in purgatory for suicide and ultimately separated from your lover forever.”

Suicide is a grave sin recognized by both gods and men.

Orpheus's journey to the underworld for love is indeed a beautiful story, but unfortunately, he was not a brave hero. If he had died on the way, he might have been considered a warrior.

But if one sits idly outside the wall of the Garden of the Dead, starving and dying of thirst, it would be no different from suicide.

In that case, his death would most likely be defined as suicide, and he would be thrown into the River Styx to enjoy himself, thus beginning a recent long-distance relationship with Eurydice.

It's good to protect your rights, but you should choose the right method and follow the proper procedures.

Even if someone cries out for justice like this, they will die, and it will still be defined as suicide, which is a crime.

As if he had imagined that scene, Orpheus's ecstatic expression turned ugly.

It would be so sad to see Eurydice in the nearby paradise while I could only drift in the River Styx.

"Don't worry, I will grant you the miracle of love, and your wish will be fulfilled. Please wait a little longer."

After leaving Orpheus a hopeful message, Eros went straight through the thorny wall of the garden.

Persephone had already heard Eros's voice outside, and when she saw Eros pass through the wall, she immediately sidled up to him.

"Eros, you're finally here. That guy has been bothering me for ages."

Persephone spoke to Eros with a hint of reproach and coquetry, pleading with him to give a quick decision and reply.

"It's alright, it's alright, he can leave in a bit."

“That Eurydice is still a nymph, isn’t she? An innocent nymph should be in the Land of Bliss. Go and bring her here.”

Persephone said with some surprise, as Eros seemed to have made a real decision to return the dead to the earth.

"Is this really a good idea? Isn't it said that the dead can never be brought back to life?"

Although Persephone was a pretty face, she knew that some things shouldn't be opened.

Once Orpheus succeeds, news of this will spread. Not to mention the people on earth, the gods in heaven will also have their favorite believers, or favored humans, or even the offspring of demigods.

If ordinary people can make money, why can't they?
As for mortals, Orpheus was certainly a passionate lover, but how could there be few passionate lovers in this world?
If you could bring your loved one back from the underworld by being prepared to sacrifice yourself for love, wouldn't everyone be rushing into the underworld to die for it?
The miracle of being resurrected is enough with Eros himself as an example; the essence of a miracle is that it cannot be replicated.

Eros only said one thing about Persephone's concerns.

"Don't worry, I have a plan."

(End of this chapter)