He pulled her close into his embrace, patting her head, "I'm sorry."
Medusa leaned into him for a while. Both of them remained silent as Eros comforted her with his presence.
Seconds turned to minutes and hours.
After a while, Medusa raised her head to him, "please, don't let them suffer as I have suffered. They are unruly because they carry my hatred, but they do not deserve it...."
She suddenly faded into thing air the moment she said those words.
"They hurt her just like they hurt you."
Eros raised his head to the voice.
It was the celestial being with flowery golden patterns on her dress.
"Many have suffered in this manner or worse. The heavenly Dao is angry with the gods. A fight that shall shake the cosmos is close. Whose side shall you be on?"
She walked towards him and placed a hand on his chest.
The moment she did, Eros felt a deep burn. It was as if his conjoined soul had suddenly been branded by a mark.
