#3 - Life - Love

"Loose thyself and thou shalt embrace thy wish"

There is a force parallel to flame-based Phlegeton, which, running way under cold Hyperborea and Thule, frozen-glass domes inspired by the restless sun, uranic source-power of Apollo, has an effect way greater than the darts of the same.
Not daring, imposing and ambitious like Wisdom, Reason and certainty, it is precisely as inspiring, and is known to blur every concept. If Lethes is the submerse river on direction of Hyperion, the symmetry to Koios, who inspired the entire Delphic order, is what keeps Phlegeton warm, and beating.
A pulsing heart, the force of Life, the realm of Phanes, Eros. The realm of life and procreation, the birth through communion. Not opposed to Delphi, yet uncontrollable and dancing around it, it flourished Parnassus and Elysium. Shaking one self in a different manner, while Lethes erase any self-fulfillment, the force of life bounds one self to another, be it in ideas or not, love blinds and the wish, so opposed by many forces, comes uncontrollable. However, the same Eros son of Aphrodite is an arduous trickster – his arrows have reversal effects, and the pit beyond accomplishment and desire just gets larger on the measure one takes the road across these deceiving caves.

Once Phanes, then Galathea the living statue and finally Eros the deceiver has control over the daimones in the abode realm of the life-creating force of love. Inspiring that power which finds in mortals and gods alike victims to disarm, Eros may just pass the point on testing the Chthonian Triton. Angered once for being unable to finish Eros and his mother when they escaped through sea-beasts (regarded to the Triton as his kin), he has no intent of letting this avatar alive. If love does makes he blind, Eros still don't know certainly whether or not it has effect on such a creature. And as so, it might become an all-too dangerous conflict for this recent avatar of the Lord of Water.

The Chthonian, on the search for the Trident for shaking the foundation of Helladeas, to recover a weapon to be used against the King of Gods who detains reality as it is understood, has to fight too many times his own concepts and concepts in the minds of people. Coming from the idealistic love for Wisdom to despise contemplation as rest and peace, he chooses the arduous path and understands his hate and socially misinterpreted 'egocentric' behavior generates often more vague idealism than social reciprocity, his step in denying the procreating forces only make him, through a coincidentia oppositorum, self-aligned to the Chaotic Scissor forces. His individuality, as defined by what's different rather than similar, still don't makes him loose contact to his roots, idealistic and platonic romanticism, all but steps to the next abode realm of the Deadly Streams.

From the caves of Eros, many might hear groans of vivid joy and of vows of hate, sadness and fear of loss.