Hades Father And Mother Mga Nobela at Kwento

"What are you talking about? My father... my father would never..." "He did," Hades said, his voice filled with a painful finality. "He did. I saw it. I saw them. Your father... he was trying to protect my mother. But my father was consumed by rage. In the chaos, my mother got caught in the crossfire. She died... she died right in front of me. And my father... my father blamed your father for her death, and that was the beginning of the end. He swore to kill everyone in your family.

I hardly noticed, too lost in the words still echoing in my head. He called them father and uncle. My eyes darted from Matthew to Roman, then to Hades. I knew Roman was Matthew’s uncle. But Hades… My chest tightened, my vision blurring as my eyes widened. It couldn’t be. But the way Matthew’s gaze lingered on Hades, with that strange mix of fear and respect, made the floor vanish beneath me again. “...” Was Hades… Matthew’s father?

Bob’s tone was sarcastic. Lex looked up, “I have – what have you got on Hades’ sons?” Bob produced a folded piece of printed A4 paper and handed it to Lex who snatched it hungrily. He folded it impatiently. “According to G****e, Hades, who is also known as the god of the underworld had three children, Zagerus, Macaria, and Melinoe. The first is a boy while Macaria and Melinoe are girls. Now if you’d ask me, I think this information is irrelevant. Nothing concerns Greek mythology with Nigerian homicidal maniacs.”

the goddess said and Hades started laughing. "Mother, what are you even saying? Lucifer and Love? That too to a human girl? Have you forgotten why Lucifer is being punished there in human hell? Forget that... You know he hates humans. Even though he doesn't remember anything, he still knows that feeling... hate for humans. He can't feel for any human. It is not in his nature. Even when he was here, he used to hate humans. So don't worry, he won't fall for any human" Hades really can't understand her mother's fears. But he doesn't know his father like his mother does.

If I didn’t know better, I’d think they were father and son. “So he’s Mordecai's plaything,” I look up at my father. “What does this have to do with anything?” He snatches his phone from me. “It has everything to do with why your brother is still alive. Do I need to spell it out for you?” He doesn’t. It’s clear to me. “My man nearly lost his head getting these pictures,” father says with a heavy sigh. “Mordecai is not a man to be messed with.” Everyone in high society knows that. Mordecai Rhys, famously called Hades. He's the god of the underworld. Elusive, untouchable, and feared. Many influential people seek out his covering and protection, but it’s not something he so easily gives out.

The same father whom Hades massacred the day he was released from the curse. *******************************

Michael and I look at each other stunned with this information. 'Its the gifts you guys are being given for merging the Moon Goddess bloodline with Hades bloodline.' Eos explains further. 'You will give birth to, two exceptional children. Both will have specific powers of their own.' Eos says with a smile. 'You're joining together has been prophesized for years.' Erebus says. Making both of them giddy with excitement. 'Wait so you have known who my mate would be this whole time.' Michael says upset. 'Yes, I was not allowed to say anything.' Erebus says in sorrow.

Maybe whatever’s written on these pages are what have driven Hades to such fury. My body thaws and my hand trembles as my sight takes a hold of the printed words on the papers. It is a paternity test, proving that I am the mother of the child and Hades is nowhere close to being the father of our baby. I shake my head. “No, this is wrong!” I say. This is definitely wrong! Something must have glitched these results! Hades is the father of my child. Hades scoffs, trying to conceal his rage.

“She died there. She died of depression. Slowly. Quietly. And we… we were just boys then. We couldn’t do anything.” I felt my throat tighten. I didn’t even know what to say. Hades looked up at the moon. “I hated him for that. And yet, when he met your mother, something changed in him. He was different with her. He cared for her. He respected her. Sometimes I’m glad he found her. But sometimes…” He paused, his voice breaking slightly. “Sometimes I wonder why my mother didn’t get that. Why she had to die like that while he gave everything to someone else.”

Signed already. Italy. Sicily. “Where?” I asked. My voice surprised me. It was steady. “Sicily,” my father said. “You will go to Sicily.” My mother made a sound that was neither a cry nor a scream. She reached for me, but my father shoved her aside without hesitation. She hit the wall with a dull thud and slid slightly before catching herself. I stood. That was the moment I stopped being a daughter. I crossed the room and helped my mother up. Her hands clutched my clothes desperately, fingers digging into fabric as if she could anchor me to the floor if she held tight enough.