Death Knocks on Hell’s Door Chapter 51

Chapter 51 Arrival

The world outside had changed dramatically.

Mankind had entered the modern era, with towering skyscrapers made of steel and concrete standing side by side, while busy traffic flowed endlessly on the asphalt roads. Fashionable young people in the city walked briskly, talking on their phones, and planes flew across the sky, leaving behind long trails of contrails.

Venus: “……”

What had happened to the world?

Not only had he crossed from one pantheon to another, but now he had been thrust from the ancient times into the modern age. Everything around him was completely unfamiliar, making him feel out of place.

The streets were filled with dark-haired, dark-eyed Easterners, all dressed in modern clothes. Venus and Cupid, however, were both clad in ancient Greek attire. With their golden hair, blue eyes, and strikingly beautiful foreign features, they turned heads with a hundred percent rate as they walked down the road. Fortunately, Cupid was being carried in Venus’ arms rather than flying in the air. His pair of small white wings were thought to be a child’s plaything, otherwise, they would have caused not just attention but a sensation.

Pedestrians followed Venus with their eyes all the way, and even passing vehicles would roll down their windows, wanting to see the beauty’s face clearly.

Venus was, after all, breathtakingly beautiful.

When mortals tried to describe beauty, they often used terms like “as beautiful as a fairy” or “handsome as a god.” Venus was the most beautiful among the gods, so one could imagine the impact on mortals.

Is he some foreign movie star here for a photoshoot? Can humans really possess such beauty? People spontaneously came up with such thoughts.

Venus single-handedly caused a traffic jam. Completely unaware of the chaos he was causing, he walked through this unfamiliar land, holding Cupid in his arms. Ignorant of traffic signals, he simply crossed the street without a second thought even when the light was red.

At that moment, a car suddenly made a sharp turn and sped straight toward them.

Venus turned his head, not moving aside. It was the first time he had ever seen a car, and he had no idea he needed to avoid it.

The car couldn’t stop in time, and the front of it slammed into them.

The crowd gasped, instinctively turning their heads away, unwilling to watch the beautiful pair, one big, one small, be struck down on the spot.

The screeching sound of brakes pierced the air, followed by an eerie, prolonged silence. Only when all movement had ceased did people dare to open their eyes. They had expected to see a gruesome scene, but to their surprise, they saw the stunning, golden-haired young man cradling the child in his arms, his clothes torn and ragged from the impact.

But neither of them was hurt. The child was perfectly fine.

Onlookers: “???”

“It’s great that they’re okay!” someone shouted in relief. The crowd breathed a sigh of relief, showing joyful smiles.

Perhaps even the heavens themselves could not bear to let such beauty fade away so soon.

The car owner came to a screeching halt, throwing open the door and storming over, cursing under his breath. “Do you have a death wish? You didn’t even try to dodge when you saw the car coming, are you trying to stage a crash scam—”

Venus lifted his head, his beautiful green eyes gazing at him innocently.

The car owner froze as soon as he saw his stunning face, his words faltering. “Miss, are you hurt? I’m so sorry, I wasn’t paying attention while driving. Please let me take you to the hospital?”

Everything was his fault, and even the red light was blamed! He questioned why it didn’t automatically switch to green when such a beauty was crossing the street.

Venus’ appearance was androgynous, and with his long golden hair, it was easy for people to mistake his gender when he didn’t speak.

Venus shook his head. He was a god, and mortals could never hurt him so easily.

“Well, how about leaving your contact information? I’ll make sure to cover any compensation,” the car owner offered enthusiastically.

Venus shook his head again.

“You don’t have a phone?” The man’s face lit up. “Then let me give you mine! I’ll buy a new one and call you later!” Then he would have the contact information of a peerless beauty!

Venus looked at the phone thrust into his hand, unsure of what it was.

However, he did realize that he was drawing far too much attention in the crowd. This wouldn’t do. Poseidon would find him soon enough, and that would be a wasted escape. He had to break free from Poseidon’s control completely.

He needed to find a place where Chinese spirits and gods gathered. That would be a more suitable place to hide, and he would also need a place to stay.

Venus and Cupid split up, each going in search of a place to stay, with Venus reminding Cupid to keep his wings hidden.

Venus quickly found a place called the Yanluo Bar, a gathering spot for non-humans where he could stay. However, there was one problem. He didn’t have any money.

But that wasn’t a major issue. His beauty could trade for anything.

Venus set his sights on a man in black sitting by the bar, sipping on juice. He intended to ask him for some money. Unfortunately, he had misjudged the situation. The man was completely unfazed by his beauty and even claimed he was poor himself, saying that even his juice was bought on credit.

The man also mistook him for Medusa. How dare he! How could he compare him to that horrid snake monster?

Luckily, Venus’ beauty attacked indiscriminately. The bar’s owner, a woman, took one look at him and immediately offered to waive his bill.

After settling in at the bar for the night, Venus contacted Cupid to tell him to come to the room as well.

On his first night in a foreign land, Venus found himself unable to sleep.

Had Poseidon noticed he was missing by now? Was he searching the world for him?

He probably was. That pervert was so possessive. He didn’t allow him to leave the cage before, and then he didn’t allow him to leave the sea.

Now he directly left Greece, and had a big adventure.

He couldn’t help but feel a little smug about it, but the smugness quickly turned to fear.

What if that guy found him? He’d probably be tortured to death in bed. That pervert’s methods were endless, and it had been a long time since they’d played the punishment game. This time, Poseidon would have all the reason he needed to bully him to death.

Poseidon was an absolute tyrant in bed. Although Venus admittedly found some twisted enjoyment in it, the punishment mode was an exception.

Running away had definitely crossed Poseidon’s line.

But why couldn’t he escape? Why couldn’t he go wherever he pleased? Why should he be under Poseidon’s control?

He was born for love, not for satisfying Poseidon’s obsessions. He would be an unruly, imperfect lover if that’s what it took.

Venus was rebellious at heart.

Unable to sleep, he decided to explore the phone, slowly starting to understand modern society.

The next morning, the bar owner knocked on his door, saying someone was looking for him.

Venus nearly had a heart attack. Had Poseidon found him already?

He didn’t dare answer. Instead, he sent Cupid out the window to scout, while he prepared to make a quick escape through the window himself.

It wasn’t until the bar owner mentioned that there were two people outside that Venus finally relaxed.

Two? That couldn’t be Poseidon.

It was just a false alarm.

The two visitors introduced themselves as the Black and White Impermanence. Once their identities were confirmed, Venus cautiously opened the door.

Standing before him were two Eastern god, one in black and the other in white. Both exuded a remarkable presence, and there was a palpable air of mutual affection between them.

The man in black looked familiar. It was the same one from the previous night who couldn’t even pay for his juice without putting it on credit.

No wonder he had been so indifferent to Venus. It turned out he had someone he cared about.

The Black Impermanence must be deeply loyal to the White Impermanence. Judging by their appearance, they seemed like an elderly married couple, possibly celebrating a golden wedding anniversary.

But the White Impermanence claimed they were just friends.

What a joke! Both of these gods had the unmistakable aura of being in love, and they weren’t even married?

However, Venus wasn’t one to pry into others’ personal matters.

He wasn’t sure what these two had come to him for.

Back in Olympus, gods visited him for some amorous encounters. If one had to keep count, the entire divine mountain had sought him out. But Venus had always been selective. He only chose a few of the main gods. The ones he turned down often reacted with indignation, accusing him of being pretentious and questioning why he couldn’t include them among his many lovers. Some would approach him begging for reconciliation, though Venus had no recollection of ever being with them. They claimed that a smile he had once given them was an enticement, a declaration of love, because every move of the God of Pleasure was a sexual innuendo…… It was utterly baffling.

Those men weren’t love to him. He had no love.

Except for Adonis.

……Fine, Poseidon was one more, but that didn’t really count. He had never outright admitted to loving Poseidon. He would always secretly love him while calling him a pervert. Poseidon had never said he loved him either. Everything had always been about lust. Until he was sure that Poseidon truly loved him and not just satisfying his obsession, he would never admit to falling for him first!

The two in front of him clearly shared mutual affection, but Venus wasn’t narcissistic enough to think that both the Black and White Impermanence were interested in him.

What he hadn’t expected…… they would give him a book titled Evolution of Chinese Clothing Through the Dynasties and ask him to write a 10,000-word review.

Venus had never heard such a strange request before.

This was actually quite convenient. The bar wasn’t a suitable place to stay for long, and he managed to negotiate for a safer place to stay in exchange for fulfilling their request.

So, he moved into Room 202 at the Yanluo Apartments, bringing Cupid with him.

Venus thought he had escaped Poseidon’s control, but still, every night, he dreamed of Poseidon’s icy blue eyes.

How was it that this pervert wouldn’t leave him alone?

He both feared and longed to see him.

A perverted husband, and now his son was causing trouble too.

Cupid had shot one of his love arrows straight into the White Impermanence.

The White Impermanence certainly had a bit of cunning in him. As Venus watched him blindfold himself and actively seek out the Black Impermanence, he realized for the first time that the arrows of love could be played with in such a way.

He also gave them a little push, trying to bring the two together. As the God of Love, of course, he hoped all lovers would eventually be united.

Although the East wasn’t really his responsibility, his professional instinct kicked in.

After the Black and White Impermanence went on a trip together, Venus thought they would return in a state of passionate devotion. But when they came back, he was shocked to find that they hadn’t even consummate their relationship.

Venus couldn’t believe it. They hadn’t slept together? Love and desire were such simple things, so how could it be so difficult for these two?

Fine, now Venus understood that love and lust couldn’t be so casually given. It only held meaning when shared with someone you truly loved. This was what Hephaestus said on his wedding night, and he already understood.

But the Black and White Impermanence were in love with each other, weren’t they?

The timing, the setting, everything seemed perfect. So why wasn’t it working?

Venus was curious to know the answer, so he invited the Black Impermanence for a drink.

After a few rounds of drinks, the Black Impermanence asked about Cupid’s father. Venus couldn’t answer immediately. He listed a few possible names, which left the Black Impermanence coughing in surprise.

When he mentioned Ares’ name, a strange thought flickered in Venus’ mind.

He knew that Ares was Poseidon in disguise.

Once, he had hoped that Cupid’s father was Adonis.

Now, he almost preferred it to be “Ares.”

The Black Impermanence then asked if Venus loved them.

He probably didn’t, Venus thought. The only person he had ever felt anything for among those names was Adonis, but that had slowly been replaced by Poseidon. Good or bad, it was Poseidon who occupied his thoughts now.

But at that moment, he was angry and stubborn, and he wasn’t going to admit it.

“Of course, I love them,” Venus had replied, his words insincere. “I love each and every one of them. If I can have an entire garden of roses, why would I only pick one?”

The Black Impermanence was silent for a moment, then shared how he had carefully tended to a single rose, from seed to bloom, and how, in his excessive caution, he had become too afraid to pluck it. That was why he hadn’t dared to approach the White Impermanence too directly.

Venus felt a twinge of envy for such a respectful, equal kind of love. Poseidon, on the other hand, would never care about being gentle or not. He would just force his way through.

Had Venus ever experienced such love?

He had.

Hephaestus was like that.

But he just liked Poseidon.

Venus suddenly felt lost. So what was he even doing?

The truth was, he didn’t really dislike Poseidon’s need for control and possessiveness. In fact, he quite enjoyed it. If Poseidon wasn’t like that, it would be hard for him to be content with only this dish.

What he really cared about was whether Poseidon truly loved him.

The good news was that the Black and White Impermanence were finally together, and they had even spent a sweet Qixi Festival together.

The Black Impermanence had given the White Impermanence a bouquet of red roses, which made Venus feel a twinge of nostalgia.

It reminded him of Adonis. When Adonis had died, his blood had stained the white roses, giving birth to the red rose, which came to symbolize romance and love.

It might sound a bit scummy, but people could experience more than one love in their lifetime. And with gods living so long, it wasn’t contradictory for him to have loved both Adonis and Poseidon.

His first love, lost to death, would always hold an irreplaceable place in Venus’ heart.

And now, for the bad news—

At the door stood a blue-haired god, his smile gentle, his tone soft.

“My dear Venus, I’ve found you.”

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