Novel & Cerita Hades Father And Mother

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.

Aisla’s POV Hades didn’t stop talking. He looked like someone who had been keeping this inside him for too long. His voice was low and steady, but there was so much pain hiding in it. “Our father married our mother because of politics,” he said quietly. “She was from a powerful family. She was strong. But he never loved her. Not even once.” I stayed silent, listening carefully. My chest felt heavy. “She loved him, though,” Hades continued. “She gave everything to him. But he didn’t care. He only cared about his position, about his pack, about his throne. She… she threatened him once.”

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.

My father is the High Lord of the Sun system, and my mother is the Lady Sovereign of the Moon system. They had chosen two suitors for me since childhood and declared that on the day of my Millennium Awakening, whomever I chose to marry would take over the authority of both systems and become the Supreme God. The others didn't hesitate and began congratulating Sol one after another. "Sol, it looks like you will soon inherit the authority of the Sun and Moon. Congratulations!" "Once you control the entire Divine Realm, don't forget about us!" Sol's expression softened quite a bit, but looking at the "pitiful" Lilith in his arms, he still glared at me and warned: "Even if you marry me then, don

"She is my sister. Do you really think I fathered him and left her alone?" Evangeline stared at him. Honestly... With everything she had learned about him so far, she wasn't entirely certain what to expect anymore. "Then where is Hades's mother?" she asked instead and Morningstar merely shrugged his shoulders. "How should I know? I told you already, those children were experiments. Who knows how they were created?" Holding his arm, he slowly rolled his sleeve up to his elbow. "They didn't need me to sleep with a woman to create Hades. They only needed my blood. They could have used a fetus already growing inside a woman's stomach and injected what they took from me into it."

Ok, let's come back to the present, I guess you now understand mom's reason for calling me Demian, a name that rhymes with a demon. Well, it's true, I'm Damian, a hybrid of mom a beautiful human lady, and Dad, a seductive Akwa-being, and a Sea King, I guess that made me an Aqua-prince, and yes this is the story of my life.

"Are you like Hades?" "I don't know what he is like." "Wait, maybe that's why your name is Hayden! It rhymes with Hades." I said with wide eyes. He just shrugged. "If that makes you happy." "Why are the Furies after me?" I asked the next question. He seemed to hesitate for a second before replying, "I don't know." I frowned at that. "You must know something." "I really don't." He seemed genuine saying that. "All I know is that you died that night. And your soul was still there. On earth."

Apollo wailed, his fall from glorious god to powerless immortal now complete. The Underworld guards strode forward without expression, forcibly dragging the pathetic, writhing form of Apollo and my still-crying parents from the hall. The great doors slammed shut, sealing away the noise and ugliness for good. The cheers of the gods and spirits rose once more. This time, there were no interruptions. I turned and looked at my husband. He was watching me, his dark eyes reflecting my crowned image. "My Queen," Hades said, his voice a warm, gentle rumble. "Welcome home."

Thankfully, just as I did that, the door was suddenly pushed open. However, my jaws practically fell to the floor when two men who looked like splitting images of Hades stepped in. I gasped and so did Hades. “Hello brother,” one of the men greeted with a smile, and I couldn’t help but frown when my body reacted to him just as it did to Hades. What the hell? Was he also my mate? And the last one too? “I am Chad, Hades' brother, and this is our other brother, Trent.” The man said, ignoring Hades as his attention was riveted to me. I gulped.

Because no matter how much everyone around her seems to think so, no matter what her own father or his wife says to her– Hades has no love for his daughter truly. At least, not the type of care that dad no just stop, remember. Remember Hades is your father–William's father–she once had. She had been so young back then and it had been so long that the memories feels like they belonged to another person, in another life and maybe they did but if she thinks hard enough, if she was courageous and dared enough to sink into memories that were long since passed and buried, far beneath the mask of the goddess Proserpina, it was still there.