Extra's Death: I Am the Son of Hades novel Chapter 320

The air in the Underworld was like stones, dense and suffocating.

Daniel had trouble breathing.

Each inhale felt as if his lungs were filling with gravel.

"This place… is as bad as… I expected…"

The Underworld was drowned in a perpetual night.

The sky looming above was an endless expanse of pitch black, void of stars or moonlight.

Jagged rock formations jutted from the ground, casting faint, distorted shadows in the dim glow of Daniel’s flickering flame.

He had to create fire just to see his surroundings.

Yet the light barely extended beyond a few meters.

It was as if the darkness itself was devouring the flames.

The oppressive silence pressed in on him, broken only by the occasional distant echo of something moving beyond sight.

Daniel raised his head.

His brow furrowed deeply.

He scanned the sky but found only that same endless void.

"It feels like someone is staring at me from the sky."

Since he couldn’t see much, he decided to move cautiously.

Each step echoed faintly, swallowed quickly by the abyss.

Daniel’s first impression of the Underworld was simple: 10/10, will never come here again.

His fear only grew when he sensed a terrifying presence moving toward him.

The air grew heavier with each heartbeat.

Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows.

A woman with golden locks and blood-red eyes.

Her lips curled into a constant smile, revealing sharp fangs like a vampire’s.

"I’m Paimon le Noir, 3rd rank Grim Reaper and the Grand Duchess of the Underworld. Pleased to make your acquaintance."

She curtsied, the motion elegant yet unnatural, like a doll mimicking human gestures.

Despite her unparalleled beauty, Daniel felt no lust.

Instead, he was calm.

Too calm.

"Who are you?" Daniel asked.

"As I’ve said, I’m Paimon le Noir, a Grim Reaper."

Her smile was unsettling.

It was too perfect.

Daniel’s mind screamed at him to run or fight.

Every instinct in his body warned him of danger.

Yet his body refused to budge, as if bound by invisible chains.

It knew, instinctively.

The woman before him could destroy Earth with the flick of a finger.

She could crush a thousand Typhaon with ease.

It was impossible to run away from her.

Daniel was at her mercy.

’I need to activate the Spell—’

"Please, calm down. I’m not here to harm you."

She appeared beside Daniel suddenly and wiped his sweat with her handkerchief.

The damp fabric brushed his forehead gently.

Daniel didn’t realize, but he had been huffing.

His back was drenched with sweat.

His heartbeat slowed as the figure before him radiated calm.

"Fear not," Paimon smiled. "You are the Chosen of the Second Prince. You are the guest of the Underworld."

From that day on, Daniel was treated like royalty.