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It suited him. He had almond-shaped, close-set eyes. Just like Hade. The elevator dinged. Before stepping out, Hank gave me a quick glance. The door shut. Then, Hade stepped in beside me, arms crossed, examining my face. I took a better look at him—curly Korean perm, Roman nose, wide lips. "I’m going to Arrow Publishing," I announced. He blinked at me, confused. "And then what?" Hade asked, leaning close as I showed him the email on my phone. His jaw dropped, eyes scanning the screen like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

“It's no news that Hades seeks to awaken the titans. You would have known if you all hadn't been too focused on yourselves on mount Olympia.” “But you know something. Tell me.” He raised a brow, dragging his bottom lips between his teeth. “I could tell you all I know. But it'll cost you. Something only I know about.” I wondered what he was playing at this time. Wondered what he meant by ‘it'll cost me.’ I feared I would not be able to adhere to his terms. “I could show you. Everything I know. That is, if you're willing to do anything. Or you could just leave it all to fate to unravel and run along to 'papa.” He drawled out his last words, chuckling in a way that sent chills down my spine.

After watching his wife taking her last breath, Dracula wrote down his wishes on the parchment with ink and burned it over the fire. The smoke turned green, and Hades appeared with a burst of wind and a laugh. "You foolish man, yet you say that the gods were selfish. Either way, I don't care." "Just help me and shut up. I don't want your judgment. It couldn't change my mind before and it won't now." "Your wife is already dead, so there is no going back." Hades laughed.

Rico had brought his team to inspect the scene, hoping to uncover something—anything—that might explain what had happened that night. As they combed through the area, Rico’s foot hit something hard beneath the dirt. Frowning, he crouched down and brushed the earth aside, revealing a small, battered book. It was no larger than the palm of his hand, its cover worn and faded with time. He carefully picked it up, flipping it open to the first page. His heart nearly stopped when he saw the words scrawled across the page in messy, hurried handwriting: “I know who Hades is.”

He cursed under his breath and lunged, clawing at the glass covering the picture. "This little brat! What kind of sick joke is this?" He shook his head in disbelief. "Lizzie, seriously? Letting him play around like this? It's morbid. Kids get spoiled when you say yes to everything. You can't agree to this just because it's his birthday." The picture was engraved into stone, sealed behind glass. There was no tearing it down. I turned to him, my face burning hot with rage. Something finally clicked for him. His voice dropped, uneasy. "Did… something happen to Jonah?"

muttered Hades with his beaming eyes. “Really…? Hopefully, it can work… Hopefully, it can work and therefore you don’t have to be afraid of red orpiment anymore, Brother Hades…” mumbled Hanny also with her beaming eyes. Hades was simply seen smiling excitedly and exultantly. The orange right began to be dimmer and dimmer and then disappeared totally. When the mysterious as well as unfamiliar orange light went out entirely, the deep and severe wound on Hades’ nude, sturdy and muscular chest had miraculously disappeared. Hades’ nude, sturdy and muscular chest had been perfectly clean, silky white, and somewhat sexily intoxicating.

As I drift into unconsciousness I start a chant of protection against demons *Whether thou art a ghost that hath come from the earth, or a phantom of night that hath no couch… or one that lieth dead in the desert… or a ghost unburied… or a hag-demon, or a ghoul, or a robber-sprite, or a weeping woman that hath died with a babe at the breast… Whatever thou be until thou art removed, until thou departest from the body of the man, thou shalt have no water to drink. Thou shalt not stretch forth thy hand… Into the house enter thou not. Through the fence break thou not...*

The crime history of Hades is also so terrible that I was shocked to hear what he said. “Oh… okay.” I nod at him. “Would you like to show me some sketches?” I asked him as I snapped at the hobby he told me about. Without saying anything, he bent down and opened the drawer. He pulled out some sheets and put them in front of me. So obedient! My eyes were shining in satisfaction that the man was not a complete jerk. “Thanks.” I held the sheets. I glanced at the first one. The sheet was not white clearly but there was a pinkish touch in it. For a moment, I kept seeing that picture as it was a bit horrible.

I gasped at the sudden intrusion and looked up at Hades' face, my eyes widened at the sight in front of me. His eyes were completely black, green and purple veins were running all over his face and one single nerve was protruding at the center of his forehead. I was caged between him and the wall behind me. He heaved a sigh and looked straight into my eyes. I could see his canines peeking out of his mouth.

Why would Hade buy a house in Hathbourne and name me as the property owner? And then it dawned on me. Hathbourne is where the Hansleys lived. This is the house he will give to his new bride. My eyes moved to the document right behind it. It had Hade's name on it and— I quickly looked away before I could see the name next to Hade's. I don't need to know. I don't want to know. It was a marriage contract. Hade moved and awoke as if sensing my presence. His eyes immediately recognized me.