CLEON EROS (God of Love Who Fell In Love With Humans)

Daddy's?

I still walk without direction. In the deep ocean, my feet walked on the soft sand and also passed through many painful corals. Until finally my feet were injured and fresh blood in red was seen mixed with water.

"Oh, no. What if there's a sea monster?"

I ripped my lower shirt to bandage the wound. I'm too afraid of the ocean predators who are most sensitive to the smell of fishy smell from blood. Immediately I bandaged the wound until the blood was no longer visible.

"Luckily," I said, exhaling a sigh of relief.

I'm back to combing the sea floor. But alas, it seems that all the way I passed was protected by the power of the Mermaid queen.

"This coral again?" I said when I saw a fairly large coral in the shape of a heart.

For a moment, I sat beside the coral because while sighing because it was quite tired of walking, even swimming looking for the existence of the golden apple.

Turns out to be true. Clara came back to me. He swam towards me who was still sitting next to the coral.

"Sir, do you really not want to barter with me? Remember, the golden apple is all I know. No other creature knows of its existence. There are only 2 apples" he said with a smile.

"You have two, or one. I wouldn't want to be in touch with you. It has to unite the body. I've got someone."

"Rest assured, I won't ask you to take responsibility, sir. I was just fascinated by your looks and body. After that, I'll give you a golden apple."

"After you feel the play with me? I'm sure you're hard pressed to let me go. Therefore, I don't want to touch you at all. Because what?" I asked as I approached his face.

Clara looked at me sharply as if waiting for an answer from me.

"Because there have been many women up there who have gone crazy over me after we played around in bed with great pleasure."

I walked back and it turned out that Clara still couldn't let me go. He hugged me tightly and warmly.

"Master, I don't care. Because of you-" he said paused with a chin stuck to my shoulder.

"Because what?"

"Master is so similar to someone who almost belongs to me. She's almost completely owned and when I see you, I want you to be mine forever, sir."

"Kan, have you finally slipped? I had expected, there would be no one who could resist my charm when in bed."

Clara was trying to force me to serve her. Not to deny, here my main goal to find the existence of golden apples is not to look for a substitute or even a mere impingement. My love for Acasha is so deep. Acasha's sincerity I felt when I was about to find the golden apple and she was so heavy as to release me. In fact, he would rather not look at me like a blind man than I would have to walk away from him for the sake of a golden apple.

Acasha's sincere love will never be forgotten because she is my chosen woman. Moreover, I admit, we are so difficult to unite. My struggle is quite heavy because I have to bet my life. My hope, even if I die, I will be reincarnated as Acasha's life companion in the future. Will Acasha lose me? Moreover, I had promised her to always be with him and spend our ages together.

Clara seemed to have grown tired of chasing me. He was now invisible, but my breath was running out from being on the bottom of the sea for too long. Plus, the efficacy of the magic grass seemed to be coming to an end.

My eyes were round when I saw the grass that only had one sheet left. "Oh, no, how am I supposed to get that apple?" I rubbed my nape and quickly ate back the grass as my breathing became more congested and sick.

Fortunately, the power of the Mermaid seemed to have been lost. I walked quickly to save time even though this self was still confused to walk in which direction.

It seemed like the distance I had reached was far enough that I finally found a bright light shining from down there. I dive, swim to see what I see. Because my feeling says it's a golden glow. Either treasure or the golden apple I was looking for.

"Please .. please!" Excited a man.

I dived closer and closer until I could finally see the middle-aged man with a shocked expression. How not? He has the same face as me. The difference is only from hair that is almost gray and facial features that begin to wrinkle.

"You who?" ask me while squinting.

"Help me, young man" he said in a soft tone.

"Sorry, I don't know you. Why are you in a prison under the sea?"

The man looked up and his facial expression was so shocked with perfectly rounded eyes. "You who?" he said with a hoarse voice.

"I-i"

Why do I answer the question? What I'm looking for is a golden apple, not someone else's coin.

"Please answer my question, young man. Who the hell are you?"

"I'm Cleon-"

"Eros?" the man interrupted my words.

Where'd he know?

Our faces are so close. The man's hand held the iron that locked him away. Our eyes looked at each other and I found the look of longing from his pair of old eyes.

His right hand rubbed my head gently. There's something rustling in here but not love.

"Are you my son?" he said with a glare.

My forehead frowned and my eyebrows seemed to be linked when I looked at the two eyes of the middle-aged man who was now in front of me at this moment.

The sharp black eyes are so similar to mine and I cannot deny, even though this self is still doubtful, yet believe what he is revealing at this time.

After he told me, this heart also melted and began to believe that he was my father.

"Where are you going, son?"

"Are you really my father?"

"Trust. I'm Yourfather. Father yang-"

My eyes narrowed.

"Your father left you. Leaving you. Forgive me," he said, bowing limply.

I wanted to refuse, but all the evidence that he was my father was very strong. Suddenly, my breath was tight after we told him a long story. I told him my purpose until I helped him escape the bars.

My time is over. The energy I have is no longer enough. I'm trying to get back to the surface. However, nil. As if everything was in vain because my breathing was getting crowded, the view began to fade and I still seemed to be far away to sea level because the light had not been seen from sight. I no longer care about the existence of the golden apple. All I felt was a tightness that was getting more painful when the breath I breathed was painful and aching. Instantly, I don't know what happened. I don't know if I'm alive or dead. My view is dark now.