Chapter 688: Chapter 121 Are We All Just a Part of Your Play? Chapter 688: Chapter 121 Are We All Just a Part of Your Play? Half an hour later, at the War God Mountain eting hall,
The God of Death and the God of Sleep, two brothers eagerly waiting, finally received a formal invitation to et, so they stood up under the guidance of Circe and dea and ca to the inner council hall.
As soon as they entered, the stunningly beautiful visage of a beauty dazzling to all creatures caught the brothers’ eyes.
She was a calamitously beautiful woman clad in an elegant black gown that gracefully flowed down to her feet, radiating a mysterious charm.
Her pristine feet were naked, resting in Greek-style sandals, each of her slender, lustrous toes adorned with a delicate gold ring.
Undoubtedly, the lady’s feet were petite and exquisite. The arches slightly raised, her skin so fair it seed to sha frost and snow, the veins delicately noticeable as if the feet were carved from fine jade—truly a God-sent blessing for those obsessed with feet, irresistible to hold in one’s hands and cherish.
anwhile, cascades of pale purple hair tumbled over her shoulders, suggesting a lazy and leisurely deanor. The pointed ears peeking through the strands of her hair revealed her unique identity.
Her movents were elegant and composed, making her seem like a dignified goddess, yet the enchantress-like charisma that captivated souls also unfurled in an invisible aura around her.
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In short, she was an eternally effortless woman, elegant yet alluring, shrouded in the mystery of the night, forever unpredictable in her actions.
The God of Death and the God of Sleep glanced from afar and then quickly bowed their heads, humbly performing a salute.
“Mother Goddess…”
“Have you arrived? Don’t be shy, co sit down and eat. It’s rare to taste the culinary skills of the God of Stove.”
Hecate smiled warmly, gesturing for the God of Death and the God of Sleep to sit down, before she dipped her head to relish the rich assortnt of snacks and dishes on the table.
Eating rather quickly, her cheeks puffed up high, resembling a greedy squirrel.
This unintentionally revealed charm and cuteness softened the cool deanor she usually carried, making her appear approachable and akin to a gentle, beautiful, elder sister next door.
However, the God of Death and the God of Sleep were even more restrained, nervously seating only half of their buttocks on their chairs.
Having served under this Queen of Hell for so many years, they were all too aware of her mischievous nature rooted in enjoying the mistreatnt of others.
The happier she appeared, the more likely soone would suffer misfortune.
“You two are always so serious, how boring…”
Hecate, feeling sowhat dull seeing her two lesser deities look as terrified as if they were seeing a tiger, let her gaze wander mischievously over the passersby on War God Mountain, her interest gradually deepening.
Is this Athens? The hub of revolutionaries ringing the bell of change?
Indeed, the locals retain a wisdom, excitent, and pride akin to that of the Golden Humans. The diverse culture has bred a thousand faces; so empty, so good and bad, so intriguing. The more one observes, the more types one discovers, much like opening blind boxes on the street—quite fun.
In short, the creatures nad “humans” here particularly comfort and fascinate her, a deity.
Despite Athens’ breathtaking architecture and scenery, its people are another kind of scenery, even more entertaining.
It looks like to avoid boredom in the future, she’ll need to have her beloved disciple take her out more often.
Hecate muttered to herself while continuing to take an interested look at the “scenery” outside the window.
Though her eyes, resembling athysts, overflowed with a benign smile, underneath was a playful emotion akin to humans observing lab rats.
That detached and transcendent manner, as if standing apart from worldly rules to objectively view everything, whether due to a sage’s calm and cool deanor or the arrogance seeded in divine authority, was a matter of perspective.
“The main dish is here, Master, please eat more.”
A gentle voice entered her ears, and a wave of aroma spread.
Hecate imdiately ceased her observations of the pedestrian “lab rats,” turning her head quickly to stare at the sizzling grilled lamb chops served on a hot iron plate. Saliva crazily secreted in her mouth and her throat moved continuously to swallow, her purple eyes almost glowing, her usual cool and mysterious image completely gone.
There was no helping it; she was too hungry.
Centuries of confinent had left her with few good als in the cave.
Though deities do not age or die even without eating, they still feel hunger and thirst as ti passes.
Especially since a certain troublemaker loved to tornt her by tempting her with delicious food, forcing her to submit.
If not for the visit from the God of Death and the God of Sleep today, she might have had to sign a pile of humiliating treaties to taste this al.
Hecate, with a resentful glance at soone sitting beside her, her dreamy purple eyes flashing a sly flicker,
“My wrists hurt recently, why don’t you feed ?”
“Ssz~!”
A sharp tallic tearing sound rose, and the God of Death and the God of Sleep’s hands, holding their knives, slashed the tal plates in front of them, practically stabbing through the entire table.
“Be careful with the food, don’t burn yourself.”
A gentle voice ca, Luo En carefully cutting the fattiest piece of the lamb chop and tenderly bringing it to Hecate’s mouth.
The Moon Goddess also cooperated by opening her mouth and biting the juicy lamb from the fork, chewing contently.
She looked just like a young girl in love, coquettishly appealing to her lover.
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