The End of Myth (3)
The End of Myth (3)
Inside Chaos.
A pitch-black space where nothing could be seen.
Amidst shattered stars and endless darkness, a pink-haired woman with white wings on her back lowered her sword.
"It's over. You're done."
"..."
The sword pointed at the inky darkness.
But as the woman infused the blade with a pink light, the darkness receded and a single figure slowly emerged.
"Over? Tsk, tsk."
The youth, black from head to toe, clicked his tongue at the pink woman—Eros.
"Do you truly believe it's over?"
"Of course. I've suffered for ten years, holding back the flow of fate."
Eros tapped the man's shoulder with her sword and sneered.
"Blocking the cycle of life that blooms through love—as the Deity of Love, I can never forgive that. Do you know how many babies were lost because of you over those ten years? If you hadn't stopped me, Zeus's children would have covered all of Olympus by now."
"And they would have been used as weapons of war to throw Cronus into Tartarus."
"Who knows? That's your view. Do you think Zeus, who cherishes women so much, would drive his own children into war?"
"That is your view. Is he not the most alien Titan among them? Love for the wife he beds and love for his children can be different things."
The man silently raised his head.
Blood, white in color, flowed from his neck.
"...Do you truly believe it is right for Zeus to become the chief god?"
The man jeered at Eros.
"I know Cronus has personal flaws. But aside from Cronus's family, everyone else was happy and harmonious. No one felt it was agonizing, no one thought it was wrong. What changed their minds was Zeus's instigation."
"From the perspective of the Deity of Love, what he's doing is a revolution, you know? I admit Cronus reigned. But Cronus's family did nothing but shed tears of blood. So now, let us move forward with a new current."
Eros stretched both arms toward the sky.
"Love! Olympus is full of love. It's brimming with warmth toward women."
"Such things are not important to living."
The man kept sneering at Eros.
"This love you speak of is, in the end, merely the product of vulgar desires born from physical relationships."
"But all life is born through sexual relations, isn't it? And you have been blocking that with your power until now."
Eros smiled brightly, a murderous glint in her eyes.
"How is it, Erebus? Are your hands and feet trembling uncontrollably?"
"...I cannot understand you."
The black-haired youth, Erebus, placed a hand over his chest.
Amidst all the blackness, only the area of his chest was empty, as if it had been ripped out.
"Cronus's reign will later be called the Golden Age. That is what everyone will say. Living in the era of Zeus, they will all yearn for the past, saying it would have been better if Cronus still sat on the throne. That those days were better! That is what they will say."
"I admit it. It will become a world far more filled with desire than before. For the gods of Olympus, it will be peaceful and happy days, but for the mortal beings on earth, it will be filled with terrible suffering."
Eros spread her arms and beamed.
"But isn't love what shines brightest even amidst such suffering?"
"...Truly, I cannot understand."
Erebus pointed his thumb down at Eros.
"Someday, a day will come when you are gravely wounded because of that precious love of yours. You will suffer from love more than anyone, and you will waste away in agony from love more than anyone."
"Hmph, I am the Deity of Love. A Deity, just like you. Do you think someone like me could fall in love with someone else?"
"That is something no one knows."
Erebus slowly dissolved into the darkness.
His whole body scattered into dust, leaving only his face faintly visible.
"You say that because there is pain, we know the joy of love? Hmph, such things... it would have been better never to have known them from the start."
*Shhhk.*
Erebus vanished.
Left alone in the darkness, Eros sheathed her sword with a sense of relief.
"...Phew, now I can let them conceive."
Eros.
She descended directly to the earthly realm and began scattering her blessings freely over Olympus.
* * *
For ten years, I became the savior of many goddesses.
I also became the destroyer of countless families.
What I mean is.
Simply put, goddesses sick of men who habitually committed domestic violence and ignored the feelings of women began siding with us one by one.
About thirty percent of them actually had sex with me.
There were those like Styx, who came to surrender to me from the start,
those who came to entrust their bodies to me, someone even Cronus couldn't touch easily, and ended up spreading their legs after falling for my cock,
and those who came out of curiosity, wondering just how amazing my cock was that everyone was clamoring for it, poking their asses forward.
And all of them became thoroughly enchanted by my cock.
Some of the goddesses who fled their shitty husbands and ran to Olympus even asked me to actually rape them once, as an apology for pretending they had been raped, so my cock was clearly charming.
Maybe they also felt unburdened by the fact that I was a "safe cock that doesn't get you pregnant."
Pleasure without responsibility.
- To feel this kind of pleasure without getting pregnant, it's the best!!
In a situation where the final clash with Cronus hadn't yet happened, the mental burden would inevitably grow if they somehow ended up with Zeus's child.
- Brother... I think I failed again today.
- Why can't we conceive?
But since no matter how many women Zeus creampied, they didn't get pregnant, aside from those women currently near me who actually wished for pregnancy, most would have welcomed sex with me.
Because I showed them techniques on a completely different level from anything they had experienced before.
But now, farewell to that.
I can, finally, unleash my true power!!
Sincere Mating Press, heeeere I coooome!!
I was about to shout that.
"Metis?"
Metis cried.
She, who gave me coaching right by my side even when I was violating other women, suddenly began shedding tears, and I was thrown off.
"Uh... you didn't want to get pregnant? Was that it? Or is suddenly getting pregnant..."
"Lord Zeus."
Lord.
Metis seemed properly bewildered, calling me by such a distant title.
"I, I need a moment... would it be alright if I had some time alone...?"
She must be confused.
Even I was confused by what Prometheus said, so how could Metis not be?
Still.
"No."
I can't let her be alone right now.
I grabbed Metis by the wrist and pulled her to me.
"You, you're thinking strange thoughts right now."
"Ugh...!"
"Your expression is all wrong. There's not a speck of joy in it. No, there's joy, but it's overflowing with worry and anxiety even more so. Tell me. What's the problem? You're... pregnant, aren't you?"
Pregnant. Two hours in.
I could tell by instinct.
If Hera had the Power of Paternity Discernment, I could somehow feel exactly how my seed had entered this woman's womb.
At this very moment, inside Metis's belly, a sperm and egg would be having a rendezvous, engaging in their own little mating dance.
But in reality, Metis didn't want the pregnancy.
I know this expression.
It's similar to the face of a woman who confessed she was pregnant after condomless creampie sex.
It turned out the child wasn't mine, but I know exactly that unique expression of a woman pregnant with an unwanted child.
And I also know her ending well.
"Tell me."
"...You'll get angry if I tell you."
"Not telling me makes me angrier. I am your husband. Don't you trust me?"
I used the magic words as I pulled Metis closer.
Metis stared down at me for a long time before tears began dripping down her face, and she buried her face against me.
"Long ago... the goddess Gaia once issued a prophecy. It was a prophecy that if this woman bore a son, he would absolutely become a being greater than his father."
"Mm-hmm."
I've heard that plenty of times before.
And I've already had serious conversations about it.
"So you're saying you are the subject of that prophecy?"
"Yes..."
"Hey."
I grabbed Metis's cheeks and pulled them in both directions.
"Didn't I already say that if that's the case, it's more than welcome? What's the problem with my child being born a greater man than me? If my child commits an atrocity like my own, then I'll have to face him with all my power at that time... although it could end up like the situations with Uranus or Cronus."
I wrapped my arms around Metis's back and patted her.
"That's a problem for then. Isn't it?"
"...I'm scared."
Metis buried her face against my chest and continued to sob.
"I've seen the faces of many mothers. A being appears whom they love more than their beloved husband, doting on their child more than their husband. If I become like that... what do I do?"
"Loving your child is the basis of being a parent."
Since I'm already a parent to six daughters, I knew this well.
"Don't worry, Metis. Because I am sincerely waiting for the child you will bear me."
*Smooch.*
I lifted Metis's waist and kissed her lower abdomen.
"Thank you for bearing my child, honey."
"Ahh..."
Metis's tears drip down from above.
I slowly set her back down and met her gaze.
"By the way... from the middle of the pregnancy, we can't have sex because we have to think of the baby, right? So..."
"...You, really. Do you want to have sex that badly?"
"Yeah."
I, Zeus.
Might just be a god born to have sex.
"Tomorrow is that day. So... I want to stay with you."
"...Even if there's one more, I don't care anymore."
Metis laid her body over mine.
* * *
*Flap.*
The war flag soared high into the sky.
The one raising the war flag high at the summit of Mount Olympus was none other than I, Zeus.
"From this moment on, we advance to Othrys."
The final battle.
We will conclude the Titanomachy with our victory.