Novel & Cerita Hades Olympian

“Cheh! Only now do you want to know about me?” Hades’s glare deepened with a trembled fist. I ought to kill you if not because of the restraints put on me. “My name is Sir Bennett Lionel Illumi, the leader of the great soldier. Nice to meet you.” A uselessly long name. “Likewise. My name is Hades; The Lord of the Underworld, The Father of the Night, and The Father of Darkness.” “Oh Father of the Night, I beseech you to have a duel with me, the lowly great soldier.”

What kind of being was that golden-armored man sitting on the throne in the void? He could master such horrifying dark power. Combined with the environment of this battle and what the God of War of Mysterious Frost and the others had said, it was very likely that this man was the legendary Hades True Immortal. This was the first time that Ding Hao had seen the image of Hades True Immortal so clearly. It was different from the image of the ferocious and fierce peerless Demon King in his imagination. Instead, the True Immortal had some unparalleled momentum like that of the War God.

It was my mate lovingly looking down at me and right beside him stood a man, not just any man but Hades from my nightmares…the lord of the underworld. “Alvaria I would like you to meet my other…Hayes, Odeus Hayes,”

Her ebony hair and blue eyes gave off a maternal vibe. "That would be most agreeable," Zeus nodded. His voice was husk. His bluish gray hair and green eyes gave off a serious demeanor. "To my left is Salax the demon God of Lust, to my right is Veraque, demon God of envy. Across from me is Erys and next to him is Kira. To what do I own the honor of our meeting?" I was putting on my best formal attitude. I had no idea what the Olympians were capable of, or how far their reach went.

"Are you certain you want to trade your most precious gift for the Underworld's protection?" A chilling, low voice echoed through the temple. Hades materialized from the shadows. He was the King of the Dead, radiating a biting cold that felt entirely out of place in the Temple of Light I’d served for two years. "I'm sure," I said, a little shocked he had answered in person. But I quickly took a deep breath and steadied my voice. "As long as I can leave this place, I'll give up everything."

“You dared to shoot Hades. Now you have me to deal with. Let’s just call me Nyx.” The name Nyx—the Greek goddess of the night—rolled off her tongue with a dark satisfaction. She watched as the life drained from Dean’s eyes, his body going limp in Big Tom’s grip. She felt no remorse, no hesitation. This was her world now, and she was claiming her place in it.

She read through it for a while, then she looked at me and said ‘’My lady's legacy is a prophecy that has been avoided for many centuries as many gods, especially the gods of Olympus, don't want to believe it. A good number of Underworlders, mostly the older ones, try to avoid the subject, hence why they never mentioned it to you, Hades’’ she stated, ‘’What prophecy?’’ Hades asked. ‘’A Prophecy that the gods fear one that might cause another celestial war, since that prophecy says ‘’Hades shall arise more powerful than Olympus’’

“Nah, I loved your pops too much to let you have anything but the best. That man was the best of the best. Not one fuck up in more than thirty years of working for my family. That’s something special. But hey, look at you. You’re on your way to being the next Mordechai Zoil.” “Technically I already am,” I reminded him. He laughed, then all of his men laughed along with him. Didn’t seem too funny to me. Every first born on my dad’s side got the same name. Jonathan walked away from me, going back to the two bleeding men on the ground. He sighed at them, once again asking what he would do with them. I already knew what he would do with them. Their fates had been sealed the moment they fucked up

He got up from her body and sat on his knees, both on either side of her body. He looked divine, but not like Zeus, but like Hades like there was darkness in his body and soul. A strike of thunder shone through the room, illuminating his body, and now he looked like the Norse gods, so beautiful and dangerous. She had always been afraid of thunder, for she didn’t have parents to hug her to sleep when she was scared, but this thunder didn’t scare her as she was in the presence of more terrifying horror. HIM. A sound brought her attention back; he pulled the string of his sweatpants and tied her wrists to the headboard. “Don’t, please, anything but this,” she joined her hands on the headboard.

"I didn't choose to be his daughter! The Moon Goddess paired us for a reason. Please, don't do this—don't leave me like this." But his face didn't soften. He didn't seem to care that I was begging him. "I don't care what the Moon Goddess thinks. You don't deserve to be by my side." There was a finality to his tone, and my body siphoned out with his words. My legs started shaking, the muscles threatening to buckle out under me. Without another word, Hadin turned and disappeared into the forest, the great mass of him swallowed whole by shadows. Footsteps faded to silence.