“In the darkness?” Tartarus asked in confusion.
“Did I just say darkness?
My memory has become muddled again.
I vaguely remember saying ‘sky.'” Nyx furrowed her brow slightly, her beautiful eyes fixed on the abyss, her voice growing even softer and gentler.
“Though you have not become a god, you must have been a handsome and charming deity.
Why are your memories so confused?” “They’ve finally taken the bait!” Tartarus was overjoyed—this was exactly the effect he wanted.
According to Nyx and Erebus, there was a difference between voluntary and passive speech.
Nyx, the goddess of night, was particularly intelligent and thirsty for knowledge.
She also knew how to praise herself to obtain necessary information, and possessed excellent eloquence.
According to Tartarus, Erebus represented more of an initial stage, somewhere between deification and non-deification.
His figure appeared and disappeared, his divine power fluctuated, and he seemed more focused on himself than on others.
For example, while Tartarus conversed with Nyx, Erebus stood silently, as if lost in thought.
Perhaps, like Tartarus himself, he was experiencing the essence of darkness shortly after his birth.
Tartarus began: “This is how it is.
After I absorbed the chaotic source, certain chaotic memories would occasionally surface in my mind.” “Chaotic sources?” Nyx asked thoughtfully.
“Just now the goddess of the earth, Gaia, said that even before my brother Erebus and I were born, you predicted our birth.” “What is chaos to you is a glimpse of the future to us.
You mentioned darkness earlier; perhaps that was also a reference to the future?
Do you feel any chaos now?” Tartarus said: “Chaos gave birth to Gaia, to me, and to you.
We are all brothers and sisters of the same generation.
You are my younger siblings.
There is no need for such formality.” “For now, I maintain clarity of mind because I have suppressed the chaotic source within the abyss.
No new chaotic source has entered the abyss, and I should remain relatively clear-headed in the future.” “What is the source of chaos?” Nyx asked.
The abyss was composed of countless chaotic sources, but now it had become a fully materialized abyss.
Tartarus could not fully decompose the abyss into the chaotic source, but he could control the abyss itself and extract a small amount of the chaotic source from it.
As he manipulated the abyss.
The earth in the abyss trembled slightly.
A black light flashed, and a fist-sized sphere, completely black, flew out of the abyss and floated toward Nyx.
Tartarus said: “This is the chaotic source.
It is not a single source, but a general term for thousands of sources.
Chaos did not give me specific names or descriptions of the nature of these sources.” On the beautiful face of the young goddess Nyx, surprise appeared: “Oh!
This feels familiar to me.
Like the darkness of night, I was born from chaos.” “However, I sense that darkness is sixty percent chaotic origin and forty percent life origin.
But the origin is fully integrated into the darkness, so I can only point to a small amount of chaotic origin, though not very much.” At that moment, curiosity appeared on Erebus’s somber face.
He looked at the small black sphere of chaotic origin and said: “In darkness, the chaotic source and the life source are also in a six-to-four ratio.” “I sense that on the earth there are many different sources of life, and these life sources are very stable.
I sense that in the abyss there are many different chaotic sources, and these chaotic sources are very unstable.” “Although we contain more chaotic elements, we are currently in a state of complete balance.
I sense danger; these chaotic elements could harm our bodies.
It is better to keep our distance.” “So I am curious, Tartarus—our original forms are already fully balanced.
Why do you need to absorb the chaotic source?
Are you not afraid that the abyss will harm you?” Tartarus thought to himself: “It seems Erebus, the god of darkness, is interested in me, but in fact he is interested in himself, because he feels threatened.
In the end, it is all for his own sake.” “No wonder in Greek mythology, the god of darkness almost disappeared in later generations.
Perhaps he realized that Zeus was too powerful and threatened him, or even that he might be imprisoned in Tartarus, in the abyss.” “However, his curiosity is exactly what I need, and everything is going according to plan.” Tartarus’s voice lowered slightly: “For our sister Gaia.” “What happened?” Nyx asked impatiently.
Tartarus said: “After Chaos gave birth to Gaia, the goddess of the earth, I was born as the god of the abyss.” “In conversation with Gaia, I learned that the beautiful earth was suffering from the destruction of many chaotic sources, so I could not bear the thought of Gaia suffering such harm.” “Erebus is right.
The chaotic source is harmful to us gods—not only to our divine bodies, but also to our true nature.” “Though I have not become a god and have not descended to the earth, I sense that unlike the chaos and instability of the abyss, the earth is stable, beautiful, and full of life.” Nyx interjected at the right moment: “So, brother Tartarus, to protect sister Gaia from the harm of the chaotic source, you decided to accept the chaotic source within the earth?” From his birth to the present, Tartarus had noticed that Nyx, this goddess, had such varied expressions that he almost felt she was human.
But as the god of the abyss, he could be certain that she was a deity—a primordial deity, possessing extremely powerful divine power.
Tartarus replied: “Yes, the earth and the abyss were once joined together.
The Chaos realm consisted only of chaos and ourselves.” “From my birth until yours, Gaia continuously poured the chaotic source into my body, and her pain gradually diminished.
Because of the chaotic source, my memories are sometimes confused.” “At first, the abyss was the size of the earth, but later the earth grew faster and faster, becoming much larger than the abyss.
But I am very happy that the beautiful earth will become even more beautiful.” As he said this, Tartarus noticed that within the invisible sphere of light, the fragment of the divine essence of the God of Deception had grown stronger.
The percentage had also increased on the page dedicated to the God of Deception in the Book of Creation.
“As expected, deceiving the gods will accelerate the completion of the Divine Deception.
Before, having only Gaia, I could not deceive one god after another.
Now that there are three of them, I can deceive even more.” Tartarus was somewhat pleased.
Although it was unknown whether the God of Deception would grant complete divine essence any divine abilities, having an additional divine essence was certainly a blessing.
At that moment, Nyx looked at the earth with a strange expression in her eyes: “You are so kind, brother Tartarus.
I cannot imagine how much pain you have endured.” Tartarus honestly stated: “I do not experience great pain, except for occasional confusion of memory.” “We gods are eternal and immortal, but confusion in our memories causes us great harm.
Brother Tartarus, you do not need to explain much—I understand.
You are truly, truly wonderful!” Suddenly, Tartarus was overcome by a primal fantasy of sexual attraction between man and woman.
A beautiful, ethereal voice, indistinguishable as male or female, spoke before the three deities.
“I have experienced love and lust.
Greetings, I am Eros, the god of love and desire…”