Extra's Death: I Am the Son of Hades novel Chapter 562

"Kria'vyne—"

"500 years," the slippery voice said. "You have 500 years to take that soul's willpower for yourself, Your Majesty. If you cannot do that within 500 years, the Alliance will take the soul from you. The soul is a perfect war potential, and we cannot let it go to waste for any longer."

The slippery voice left, laughing.

That day, the woman did something she never did before.

She asked for help.

"Call the Seven Sovereigns of Emotions. With their help, it should not take long to break this man's will."

She sounded ashamed of herself for turning to other people for help.

But she would rather ask for help than let go of the man – of the treasure withholding seemingly infinite willpower.

With that much willpower, she believed she could become the existence she had sought to be for her whole life.

"With this man's willpower, and my own Willpower element, I refuse to believe I cannot ascend into a Heavenbreaker. Then, I would not need to trouble myself with a territorial war like this and with the Alliance, and I will be able to finally step into the bigger stage."

Seven figures with figures that defied logic came to meet the man.

The Sovereign of Rage wore no skin—only flame.

His body burned with red and orange fury, and his muscles seemed to be made from pure molten wrath.

The Sovereign of Sorrow was a floating wraith in veils of endless gray.

His eyes shed starlight tears that never touched the ground. Wherever he moved, the air grew heavier, colder.

The Sovereign of Joy was grotesquely twisted into a smile too wide, with hundreds of jeweled teeth and hands that clapped endlessly, producing no sound.

His robe was a carnival of colors, and painful to the eyes.

The Sovereign of Fear was cloaked in shadows. His face was masked, and his body constantly shifted shapes.

Tentacles, claws, limbs of unknown origin emerged and vanished in a pulse of dread.

Just standing near him caused the room's light to dim.

The Sovereign of Desire shimmered with allure.

His skin was of flowing gold, and eyes of violet flame. His body was impossible to define, shifting gender and shape like a hallucination.

Even the chains on the Nameless Death strained slightly toward the Sovereign of Desire.

The Sovereign of Disgust walked hunched, draped in rot and slime.

And the last, the Sovereign of Serenity, was still.

Utterly still.

She was a tall, robed figure in pale blue, eyes closed.

She radiated calm so absolute it was terrifying. A single step from her silenced the squabbling emotions of the others.

The seven Sovereigns of Emotions bowed in unison.

Their voices rose together, layered and distinct, but bound by unity.

"What is your will, Your Majesty?"

The woman stood tall before them. Her fingers curled slightly at her side, betraying her inner turmoil.

"We need to break his will," she said. "This man—who calls himself Nameless Death—refuses to yield. I've seen souls crack for far less. He has no name, no identity, yet his will resists even me."

She looked at them without blinking.

"If you succeed, I will grant each of you one wish. Whatever you desire, if it is within my reach, it will be granted."

The Sovereigns exchanged no words, but something shifted between them, and a silent agreement was formed.

They moved.

Chains, unseen by normal eyes, wrapped around Nameless Death.

Symbols etched with primal emotion lit up along their lengths. A dark mist bled out from the Sovereigns as they began their work.

The nightmare started immediately.

…

The Nameless Death woke up in a cottage.

The world outside the window glowed with soft light.

His hands were calloused but clean. A woman smiled at him from the kitchen, eyes full of warmth.

A boy ran into his arms, laughing.