Hades' Cursed Luna novel Chapter 149

Hades

Screams tore from the researchers all around the lab like this was nothing they had ever seen before—it was probably worse. _{ƒreewebɳovel.com}

The movement of the black fluid was coordinated and precise as it all but lunged forward. Towards me. I always knew that the corruption had a mind of its own, but I did not think that it had reached this extent; it was aware of me.

The researchers scattered, including Dr. Cohen, beakers and distillers falling and breaking as they clamored for safety. The lab was suddenly a cacophony, but I stayed rooted in place as it crept closer and closer.

The tips of my fingers tingled, the hair rising on my neck. I felt a vibration pass through me, confused at first until I finally broke eye contact with the approaching black fluid and raised the isolated Fenrir’s Marker.

The pinkish substance was bubbling, vibrating with such intensity that, just like the black blood, its reinforced glass containment was fractured. The pink fluid thrashed, webs of cracks spreading throughout the glass as the vibration turned almost violent.

I raised my eyes; black blood was less than a yard away. Suddenly, there was another crack, and the glass broke, causing some of the researchers to yelp.

My eyes widened into saucers as the Fenrir’s Marker poured out of the wounded containment and did not spread, but instead rose into the air, straight for the incoming black blood.

"What in the Tenth Pantheon..." a researcher whispered, as if speaking louder would draw the fluid to her.

The fluids did not crash or mix. No, it was more bizarre than that.

They seemed to wind around each other, intertwining like they were embracing each other in midair. I clutched my chest as I watched in awe.

My heart pounded. This wasn’t chaos. This was deliberate. Calculated.

And yet, for all my logic, I couldn’t look away.

This wasn’t natural. The two substances should have annihilated each other on contact—or merged into something far worse. But they didn’t. They moved with purpose, deliberate and coordinated. Like predators circling, or worse… like old lovers reunited.

I blinked, forcing myself to look away from the hypnotic display. My heart slammed against my ribs, but I shoved the awe down, burying it beneath instinct and control.

Focus.

"Container. Now." My voice snapped through the chaos, sharper than the breaking glass around us.

A researcher flinched, her wide eyes darting to me before she stumbled back into motion. "Y-yes, sir!" She fumbled through the cluttered workstation, shoving aside shards of glass and shattered equipment.

The fluids remained suspended, coiled around each other in midair, moving in slow, deliberate motions. They didn’t fight. They didn’t merge. They simply... existed together.

Strange.

The researcher returned, breathless, clutching a reinforced containment unit. I snatched it from her hands without a word.

I moved carefully, but I didn’t need to.

As I brought the container closer, the entwined fluids drifted toward it on their own, as if they wanted to be contained. No resistance. No erratic movements. Just a slow, almost reverent descent.

They settled at the bottom of the unit, still swirling around each other like a quiet storm, content.

My grip tightened on the container.

They didn’t fear being sealed away.

They welcomed it.

I didn’t like that.

"Seal it. Triple lock." My tone left no room for argument.

The researcher hesitated. "Sir, should we—"

"Do it."

She scrambled to obey.

I stared at the fluids, still spiraling lazily inside the container, and for the first time in a long while, a cold weight settled in my gut.

Dr. Cohen finally came out of his hiding place. When I turned to him, we exchanged a knowing look.

"I might have a hypothesis..." There was a tremor in his voice, and his hand shook as he adjusted his glasses.

"Me as well," I murmured.

"Another LSI test will be underway as soon as possible," he said, wiping his forehead.

"But this time, with my black flux blood and Ellen’s blood," I gave words to what we both were thinking.

"Exactly." He let out a sigh, his skin was still pale from the fright. "This... this could be the answer we have been looking for. The Fenrir’s Marker was reactive, but for it to..." He trailed off, still in so much awe that he did not know what to say. "In my fifty decades, I have never witnessed something so… so impossibly alive," Dr. Cohen finished, his voice barely above a whisper.

The word hung in the air, heavier than the broken glass at our feet.

Alive.

I stared at the containment unit in my hands. The two fluids continued their slow, deliberate spiral, neither fusing nor repelling, locked in a delicate dance. There was intelligence in their movement—an unspoken agreement between them.