The Moon Goddess and Her Mate

“Atvertha, can you do something like start a fire here?” asked a burly man.

“Pardon?” Atvertha instead asked the young man because she needed clarification about what Havento’s question meant.

“You can light a fire, right? Well, make the same thing, but the fire can last a long time because the area we are going to is very dark, and it would be better if it had enough light for all of us.” A black-haired man answered the question of a goddess he was talking to, who still seemed confused about why he asked the girl to light a fire there.

“Ah, I see. What kind of fire do you need? Maybe I can make it for you.” A violet-eyed girl still did not understand why Havento asked that. The three-hundred-and-ten-year-old man looked at the opposite sex with a gaze that was difficult to interpret.

“You do not know what fire is big enough to light our journey? I did not ask you to bring sunlight here because it would be too bright.” Havento waited for the other person’s reaction because the young man felt he had finished giving clues about what kind of fire he wanted.

A silver-haired woman was silent for a moment, then started thinking about what kind of fire they needed, exactly what Havento asked for. Not long after, the virgin goddess remembered about the fire, especially the one she had seen several times when she came to Nyx’s place and when she arrived at the room where Atvertha was staying. A man who ruled the Underworld was just waiting for an answer from the guest. “Is the fire you mean in the form of a torch?”

A smile appeared on the opposite sex’s lips, making Atvertha stunned. “You are right. I do want that. Can you make it for us? I do not want just a torch, but two. Can you provide that?” Havento seemed to challenge Armen Faustus Lugthna’s future wife, and the girl nodded as soon as possible, which amazed the man and greeted him at the same time.

“Yes, I can provide them. Wait a second.” After finishing saying that, without further ado, the pointed-nose woman opened her palms, then closed them together and began to rub them together slowly. It did not take long for a medium-sized torch to appear. Atvertha gave the torch to Havento.

“This is for you. I will make another one.” The first son of the couple, Lord Hetzh-the Lord of Darkness, and the Goddess Aymenth-the Lord of Sorrow, received the torch, and he just watched Atvertha’s activities in silence. Meanwhile, the two big black dogs occasionally looked at their goddess while observing the situation around them, where everything looked empty and dark.

Finally, a new torch was created so that Hertinoz’s good friends shouted joyfully in his heart. That man, who was not good at expressing his feelings, began to move closer to Atvertha while the girl remained silent, observing what the opposite sex was about to do. When he was in front of the target, Havento stretched out his right palm while his left palm held a burning torch. “Hold my hand.”

“Why do I have to hold your hand? Give me a specific reason.” That young lady did not want to just comply with this request. Without them knowing, two black dogs were watching Goddess Atvertha and Lord Helion’s conversation. They were on alert because they were afraid that the man would do evil to their lovely goddess.

“Do you not believe me?” The handsome young man seemed to question the trustworthiness of the other person who was unwilling to do what he asked. Atvertha had not answered the question and instead continued to stare at Havento’s face so that the man did not understand what was hidden in the Queen of Witches’ mind.

“What are you going to do with my hand?” Atvertha still wanted to know what Havento was planning. However, that guy remained firm with his decision and acted the same.

“The longer you refuse, the longer we will be here. Would you want to waste our precious time?” Havento did not want to answer all of Atvertha’s questions, so the other person became annoyed and made her curious.

“You will not hurt me, right?” A young woman with a sharp nose remembered the actions of her best friend, who often acted beyond her imagination, so Atvertha was afraid that the same incident would happen if she fulfilled Havento’s words.

“Why did I do that?” Havento’s right palm remained extended towards Atvertha, and the strong-jawed man did not want to withdraw it at all. The thin-browed girl began to feel a strange coldness on her skin, specifically in the area of both hands, so Atvertha wanted to get rid of it as soon as possible.

“I have a lot of bad memories of Nyx’s behaviour. Every time she took me out or visited somewhere, lots of strange things happened, including torturing me to the bone.”

Havento grinned, shaking his head. Atvertha did not react until she got the answer that she felt was right. “Do you think I am Nyx? She is my sister, but that does not mean I do the same thing as her. You have held my hand several times. Have I ever done something evil or intentionally caused you harm?”

Atvertha felt the truth of these words, so she wanted to hold the young man’s right palm. “Great,” said Havento. “I bless this hand so that you will always be able to carry and create light wherever you are through torches, whether in the darkness or in the Underworld. There will not be a single creature that will be able to disturb the Moon Goddess because fire is one of her weapons, your mainstay.”

A woman who had a magickal book was stunned, knowing that that immortal god was blessing her. It turned out that Havento really stuck to his words. Well, this is an enormous relief because I will worry every time he asks the same thing, Atvertha thought, relieved.

Havento finished blessing the opposite sex, then let go of Atvertha’s palm, even though he felt unwilling. He almost laughed because the girl did not seem to think that everything was fine. “I am done. How was it? Did I break my promise? Did you feel sick or tortured by being held by me?”

The pale-faced, expressionless woman spontaneously shook her head. Havento was grateful for having gained the trust of the girl he loved, even though he did not express this openly. “Thank you, Havento.”

“You are welcome. Come on, let’s continue our journey!” The introverted man started to turn around and then began to lead at the front. The atmosphere there was tranquil, and no other sound could be heard except for the steps of Havento, Atvertha, and the two big black dogs.

That young lady had not seen anything else apart from Havento and her two pet companions.

It is weird. Since then, I have only had darkness. Is the Underworld really like this? If I am correct, when we first came to Nyx’s place, we entered through a large tree, and after that, I quickly arrived inside, precisely in Havento’s area. Where do mortals stand trial? I do not know much about the Underworld because it looks pretty complex, Atvertha muttered to herself while remaining alert.

Not long after, from a distance of twenty meters, you could see something shining, but the wallflower girl could not confirm what it was because its shape was not apparent. The two big dogs faithfully accompanying the goddess also witnessed a similar moment. They stayed close to Atvertha and felt responsible for protecting the girl.

“Havento, what is that?” Atvertha asked, full of curiosity.

The burly man already knew what that immortal goddess was asking. “You will see it later,” replied Havento, as if reluctant to provide any further answers.

Sure enough, when they got closer, it turned out that the object that had been shining was a strange tree that was taller than Atvertha. A guy, who was wearing all black, hit the rod once, and then the thing immediately shrank by itself, a little shorter than Nyx’s best friend. The two black dogs jumped slightly in surprise, but they did not leave their master.

Atvertha stared in amazement because the object was as high as her chest and brightly shining. A man with a baritone voice turned to the woman who usually lived in the Upper World. He was happy with the girl’s reaction, who was still focused on the magic tree. “Do you recognize this symbol?” asked Havento, who was trying hard to say something else.

The violet-eyed woman did not answer yet. That pretty girl carefully observed the object that had attracted her attention. An immortal god only watched the expressions of the maiden and the Lord of the Underworld as if giving his guest time to examine the tree.

“If we look at the shape, it looks like a star closed with a circle. If I am not mistaken, this is the pentacle symbol which is often used by my people, the witches, for various purposes, such as an amulet for a necklace or bracelets, and wore them for their rituals,” answered Atvertha, who remembered all the contents of the notes she had read while still living in Lord Helion’s palace.

“You were right. It was a pentacle symbol. I made it to make it easier for you to come here, so if you want to visit the Underworld, you can go straight in and do not need to go through the front door.” Havento told the other person, so the last sentence made Atvertha wonder and find inspiration.

“Why can’t I come in through the front door?” The intelligent girl started asking the owner of the place. Havento actually grinned, which made Atvertha’s suspicions even greater.

“The front door is used for guests, but not everyone can have access because only selected gods or goddesses can, for example, you and Hertinoz,” Havento answered casually.

“What about the mortals who have died? Where will they go? Would their spirits not still come here? Would they be reincarnated as humans or animals in the next life?” The Crossroads Lady remembered humans who had died.

“As for the spirits of mortals, they will go through many obstacles before meeting me. Whether it is difficult or not to reach this place all depends on their collection of goodness and obedience while they are still alive. If they commit more crimes such as killing, stealing, taking away other people’s rights, raping, robbing, and destroying the temples of the gods and goddesses, then they will definitely drown in the first river. They will remain there, and no one will be able to help them. No one could ever dream of being reincarnated if, during their lifetime, they have done a lot of bad things. For mortals who often do good deeds, then their path will be easy and regarding rebirth, depending on the deeds they have done.”

“I understand. Thank you for the explanation, Havento.”

“You are welcome. Do you have any other questions before we go to the other side?”

“What would we do on the other side? Are we going to visit another place, or is there something you want to do?”

Havento could not stop his grin from appearing again, even if only for three seconds. “Actually, We will-”NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

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