Gods Tragic Love 단편 소설 & 소설

On Mount Olympus, one law is ironclad: a god must never fall in love with a mortal. But Aresios, the God of War and heir to the King of the Gods, bound his very soul to mine. For me, he endured ninety-nine bolts of divine lightning and knelt before the Olympian altar for three days and three nights. Ichor soaked his armor, yet he smiled and kissed my lips. "Elara, don't be afraid. I want only you." The gods finally relented, on one condition: he had to leave behind a pure-blooded divine heir. After that, the words I heard most from Aresios were, "Just wait a little longer." The first time, it was to wait while he bedded another goddess. He and Cassia, the Goddess of Fate, lay together for thirty nights, until his golden ichor quickened in her womb. The second time, he told me to wait. Their first child was a girl, unable to inherit his divine mantle. The gods demanded a son. So he lay with Cassia for another ninety-nine nights, until she once again conceived a divine child. Just when I thought the ordeal was over, their newborn daughter was struck by Hydra's venom. The entire divine realm was convinced I had done it. As I was thrown into a cold bronze cage by the river Cocytus, Aresios stood outside the door, his eyes crimson. "You know what Hydra's venom does to an infant god. Why would you harm our daughter?" That one word. Our daughter. I was too numb to feel the pain. When the bronze cage door opened again, I unclenched my blood-drenched fists. This time, I would not wait.

My daughter, Chloe, had begged my partner, Poseidon, to take her to the mortal market. After she asked again and again, he finally agreed. But when the day came, something “came up,” and he left her in the care of his ex, Thalia. Claiming that “Poseidon’s children need to be tested,” Thalia simply abandoned Chloe in the middle of the market. I didn’t have time to argue with Poseidon. I rushed to the market and found Chloe huddled in a corner, her face streaked with tears. When Poseidon saw her, he just frowned. “My child should not be so weak.” “Thalia was right,” he said. “Chloe is too coddled. Ethan would never act like this.” Ethan is Thalia’s son. I looked at him, and a chill washed over me. He had chosen Thalia and her son. Again. He had abandoned Chloe and me. Just then, Chloe tugged gently on my sleeve. She choked back a sob. “Lord Poseidon is right, Mother. I’m okay. Let’s go home.” Poseidon and I both froze.

My wife, Cassia, was a wood nymph. A cursed one. Forbidden to love mortals. But she fell for me anyway. Every time her heart fluttered for me, the gods struck her down with agony. She willingly endured that torture ninety-nine times just for a chance to be with me. Then, demons dragged me to Tartarus. Hellfire and whips became my sun and moon. Right as I was about to break, I remembered a prayer Cassia taught me—a desperate whisper to the gods. It finally worked. But instead of help, I heard Cassia talking to her patron goddess, Hecate. "Cassia, how could you bargain with the Furies? You let them drag Aiden to Tartarus!" Cassia's voice choked with desperate tears. "Adonis was supposed to suffer this fate. But he's a fragile mortal. This would destroy his soul! I had no choice if I wanted to save him." "Aiden is a child of prophecy. His soul is strong. The Fates watch over him. He'll survive." "Once I save Adonis, I can stay in the mortal realm forever. Then, I'll use my eternal life and all my love to repay the hell he's enduring for me." My heart shattered. As the monsters closed in on me, I stopped fighting. I gave up.

Seven years after my cursed exile, Ethan—the man who swore an oath to me on the River Styx—returned to his estate at the foot of Mount Olympus. And he brought his new girl. The Fates had finally given their verdict: the "Wither" curse on me was incurable. I had no choice but to return to the mortal realm and wait for my soul to fade. I only had three days left to live. When he saw me leaning weakly against the porch pillar, supported by my mother, his lips curled into a cold, ruthless smirk—a smirk that truly belonged to the Lord of the Underworld. "Well, Elara," his voice was low. "It seems living in the sunlight hasn't exactly made you glow." I calmly pulled my cashmere shawl tighter. I needed to hide the black, branch-like veins spreading across my arms from the curse. "It's nothing. Just caught a chill. My body isn't really listening to me." He let out a scornful scoff and wrapped his arm around his companion's waist. "In that case, why don't you be the witness for my mating ceremony with Sierra? Come and see what a real divine couple looks like." I kept my smile and shook my head. "No, thanks. I'm going somewhere far away soon. For an eternal date." With that, I gently patted my mother's arm, signaling her to help me leave.

I was attending a banquet with my fiancée and her nymph friends. But she made an excuse about checking the woodland springs and left the table. Two turns of the hourglass passed. The seat next to me remained cold. I stood up, ready to track her scent. That was when I heard her nymph friends talking. They were using the secret tongue—a language only woodland creatures could understand—to ruthlessly humiliate me. "That idiot who crawled out of the Underworld still has no idea how many times Lyra has betrayed him." "I bet Darius is taking Lyra on the peaks of Mount Ida right now." "Lyra swore Orion is just a prudish block of wood who worships the rules. He probably doesn't even know how to touch a woman. His cock can't even compare to Darius's. They've been fucking each other for ages. " "It's just pathetic. An Underworld Prince, fighting Olympus's ban just for a lowly nymph. Hahaha, look at him! We’re insulting him right to his face, and he just sits there like a deaf-mute idiot." My body froze. My mind went totally blank. Right then, Lyra pushed open the sanctuary doors. Her soft skin was covered in a thin layer of sweat. She reeked of the heavy, unmistakable scent of a woman who had just been thoroughly fucked and satisfied. "Ha, how was it? Does it feel amazing to make a fool of an Underworld Prince at our own banquet? You're so bad!" "Of course. His beastly thrusts drive me crazy."

My father was the God-King, and he loved my mortal mother with all his heart. To help her adapt to life in the divine realm, he even infused his own blood into her, granting her eternal youth and elevating her to the rank of a goddess. Defying the unanimous opposition of all gods, he built a resplendent palace solely for her here in the divine realm, making her the happiest woman across all heavens. Yet he never loved me — his first child, born of him and my mother. As time went by, he visited my mother less and less frequently. Eventually, I passed away. Mother begged him to seek justice for me, but he only replied indifferently, "We shall have many more children." His words crushed every last glimmer of hope in her heart. Mother grew utterly disillusioned with him, and resolved to avenge me with her own hands. The God-King’s patience toward her dwindled day by day. It was as if I had been born bearing nothing but misfortune. To avenge my wrongful death, Mother cast aside everything she once held dear. When she finally turned her back and left the divine realm forever, that aloof, domineering God-King went mad. He chased after her, begging desperately for her to return.

My best friend Chloe jumped off a cliff and killed herself after being assaulted. I was the only one who knew the monster who did it. Yet, I refused to tell anyone the truth. When her mother knelt at my feet and begged, I turned my back on her and walked away. The citizens cursed me, calling me a monster, and drove me out of the city-state. I accepted it all in silence. For the next ten years, I lived a miserable, lonely life in the woods, barely scraping by. Until I was weak and on the verge of death. Juliette, the best friend Chloe and I shared, returned to the city as the High Priestess of Athena. The very first thing she did was drag me to the Altar of Divine Punishment. "Olivia, you vicious bitch! You protected the monster who ruined her! We were blind to ever call you a sister!" "Chloe has been dead for ten years, and you let that bastard walk free for just as long!" "Today, I’m going to use Athena’s Mirror of Truth to see exactly who you’ve been protecting with your life!" But when the real culprit was finally revealed, Juliette broke down completely, dropping to her knees in pure disbelief.