greek mythology stuff

Perfect……

Hephaestus' eyes blurred.

Are there really perfect things?
What kind of thing can be called perfect?
If Chaos "Chaos" really exists and is intelligent, can he be called perfect?If He is perfect, what about Himself?
Thinking of this, Hephaestus shook his head slightly, his words were flat but firm: "No, mother."

"I'm...not perfect yet."

"I am the continuation of creation, a bound god, and I cannot help myself."

Hera raised the corner of her mouth when she heard the words.

"No, you are," she said.

"If you are not perfect, then after the five primitive ancient gods, no god can be called perfect."

"Including Uranus!"

"Oh!" Hephaestus was a little moved.

He asked softly, "Why?"

Hera smiled, and she explained calmly: "Because your grandmother told me that the gods were the first creations."

"It is also the strongest creation!"

"When he was born, Gaia didn't have the idea of ​​limiting the creation of objects. She completely imitated her own appearance to create a male self."

"That should be her first contact with creation, and no matter who it is, she will strive for perfection for the first time."

"So Uranus is the most perfect, even more perfect than you are now, so perfect that he can even suppress his creator in turn."

"For a long time he ruled the land."

"Until...my fathers were born..."

"Until the children of the Goddess of the Night are born..."

"Until the other ancient gods secretly intervene!"

Hephaestus closed his eyes, and he thought to himself: "It's understandable, a high-ranking person would never want to see another opponent appear to take a share, and a low-ranking person would never want to have another opponent on his head. An eternal and unmoving existence appears."

"That's why Uranus was defeated. He stood too high, and he had no choice but to lose."

"The king of gods...is the end of power and power."

"Perhaps the ancient gods at that time would also feel unbelievable. They might never have thought that there would be a god king."

"It was Uranus who taught them what the term god-king really means."

Hera praised: "Yes, it is him, so he must also lose."

"The result was good. Not only did he lose, but he also lost completely, even reaching the root of the sky."

"So the situation is reversed, and Goddess Gaia suppresses him slightly."

"And our father's generation has become a straw in the balance. Although it is insignificant, no matter which side we stand on, we will win."

"The continuation of our creations is finally no longer insignificant, and we can also take the position of the king of gods."

After receiving this news, Hephaestus finally built a fragile and stable four-way balance in his mind.The sky and the earth and the old gods, and the creatures of the earth.

His eyes fluttered: "I think it's only in this way that the gods can be called the most perfect creations."

"Because the purpose of the Creator in creating him is not just to conceive an offspring, but to create a more perfect self."

Hera also felt a little emotional: "Yes, so he is more perfect than you, no ancient god can suppress him."

"He is the sky, the sky above the earth."

Immediately afterwards, Hera's words turned sharply.

"It's a pity that he is not now. Now, you are the symbol of perfection. No god can really suppress you!"

Hephaestus' eyes became more blurred: "Why?" he asked his mother.

His mother also answered him.

Hera told Hephaestus: "Because Uranus was defeated."

"He is relying on absolute power to suppress his creator Gaia in turn, and the creator is always the creator, and the purpose of the creator's creation is to satisfy himself."

"When Uranus' power is no longer absolute, he will never be as good as Gaia who holds the vase of life."

Hephaestus nodded in agreement.But he still remained humble: "Then I am not the most perfect. In this way, Gaia as the creator is."

But Hera laughed: "No, my child, you are the most perfect."

"You are not a creation. My mother and your grandmother are the creation. Although you are the continuation of the creation, you do not belong to Gaia. You belong to me, my child."

"You don't need to be afraid of the vase of life, it has nothing to do with you, because you are not a creation."

"And...do you know why the gods started a secret war?"

Hera's smile became meaningful, she didn't ask what Hephaestus meant, but answered it by herself.

"Because the purpose of the hidden war is to plunder, the gods gave all gods a chance to join the plunder."

"Of course, he also gave Gaia a chance."

"At that time, no god would have thought that the price of plunder would be equal. The plunderer must be plundered, and the one who gets it will also lose."

"Gaia has the qualification to plunder, but at the same time, he also has the qualification to be plundered."

"The gods... have sought equality for themselves, Gaia is his creator, and he is indeed the initiator of the hidden war!"

Hephaestus was silent.After a while he said: "Then I am still not as good as Gaia, not even Uranus. Uranus is the master of secrets, he can counter Gaia..."

"And I... can't..."

"I am still the continuation of the creation. One day, Gaia's power can radiate from the creation to the continuation of the creation."

Hera heard the words, but laughed even more meaningfully.

She even raised the corner of her mouth: "No, they are not as good as you."

"You have power, you don't plunder, and more importantly, you are my child..."

"Even if I am the continuation of the creation, Gaia will not be able to influence you beyond me, my child. In a sense, I am your creator!"

"As for those ancient gods..."

Speaking of this, Hera suddenly laughed out loud: "My child, haven't you noticed yet?"

"You're the straw!"

Hephaestus was silent.

At this moment, maybe he should admit his perfection, so as to abandon his deliberate humility and become an arrogant Vulcan, but there is always a voice in his mind, which is saying to him: "Hephaestus, you Are you scared?"

He finally stopped this meaningless debate, and asked Hera: "What about Perseus? When did you call him destined to become a perfect mortal?"

The mother and son are looking at each other, the eminent queen and the eminent Vulcan are looking at each other, and there is a voice in their hearts at the same time - when is the war!
Hera stared at her child, her eyes were blurred, and she lowered her eyes slightly: "Soon, he will grow up soon..."