#iacchus

Persephone: Take care of the flower beds.

Khrysothemis: Help with the Harvest.

Dionysus: Make the wine.

Iacchus: Feed the pigs.

Arion: frolic in the fields!!

Sch. V Tro. 1230 ἐγὼ στενάζω τὸν νεκρὸν Ἴακχον, τὸν θρῆνον τὸν εἰς τὸν Ἴακχον, ὃν φασὶ Περσεφόνης εἶναι υἱόν

Good news: I found another source claiming Iacchus is Persephone's son. Bad news: No translation. Worse news: It basically says Iacchus died.

+ the national greek museum in athens where i saw the ninnion tablet and the heads of the philosophers

+ of course apollon showed up at the end

Chapter 1 . Comic 4. Artemis

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Дионис: Эм, здоров...

Артемида: Э, привет!

Дионис: Что произошло с Аурой?

Артемида: Я её изгнала. Она выпилилась... Отец превратил её в источник у реки

Дионис: Она рoдилa?

Артемида: Э, да... Я тебе не говорила?

Иакх- я его спасла... А второй чел... Она его захавала.

О, кста, Деметра пока искала Персефону встретила Иакха. Чёртовы игры Хроноса!

*Иакх: Почему здесь, бл*, так холодно?!*

*Деметра: Ха-ха!*

Артемида: Он случайно засветил свой xpeн... Кхм.. ПОДНЯЛ ей настроение, так сказать... ХАХ! Они даже закрутил лёгкий роман.

ВООБЩЕ ПРЕКРАТИ ГОВОРИТЬ ОБ АУРЕ!

Дионис: Ты была жестока с ней! Ещё и меня в эту историю впутала!

Oh Dionysoi

Oh Zagreus, born from Lady Persephone, son of the high queen of the afterlife, queen of death itself

Oh Zagreus, you climbed upon the throne of our reality, destined to rule, you held the bolts of the highest lord, you held them like a simple toy

Oh Zagreus, you suffered sparagmos at the hands of the titans, your wounds wept, your body bled, only a heart like yours could prevail in such trauma

You prevailed to be reborn

Oh Bromius, born from Mother Semele, son of the great priestess of the King, the great tragedy bound princess

Oh Bromius, you caused great joy for your mother, her feet trailed dances around her room, around her very kingdom, her joy overfilled

Oh Bromius, you lost your mother to the lightning, your mother burst at the atomic level, incinerated by the holy face of her lover

But yet again, you prevailed to be reborn

Oh Iacchus, born from Almighty Lord Zeus, son of the highest king in the highest halls of our reality

Oh Iacchus, you were sewn into the thigh of our lord, you became a God born from the king himself, born in secret from those meant to harm you

Oh Iacchus, you went on to create wine, to free our souls and minds from the horrors of life, you ascended to Olympus, your rightful home

Selene, Iacchus, and Mise.