Hades' Cursed Luna novel Chapter 305

Hades

It felt like fire and ice were battling for dominion beneath my skin as I took my seat again.

Not burning—but splitting. As if my soul were a fault line and the Flux was the earthquake tearing through it.

Thoughts fractured. Bones screamed. I could feel it trying to rewrite me—erase the person and carve in the monster. Memories blurred, truth buckled, and somewhere in the chaos, her name was the only tether left keeping me from sinking into the void.

Every nerve flared. Every breath tasted like iron and ash. It wasn't pain—it was violation. A war on the self.

The Flux didn't just invade. It desired. To take. To own. To twist every grief, every fear, every buried betrayal into rage and hunger. And worst of all—it used my own love to do it.

Because it whispered in her voice now.

It whispered of centuries lost. Of vengeance owed. Of children torn from cradles.

And I—

I wasn't sure if I was fighting it anymore.

Or just screaming inside the cage it had made of me.

Even now, as I tried to honor Eve's rightful choice to be separated from me, it waged a war against me. I was no longer ignoring it, or simply living side by side with this entity—I was fighting it.

The meeting proceeded. Chairs shifted away from mine as I battled the Flux internally. With each second that passed, the war within me grew more precarious.

I glanced down at the hand that Eve had touched. Despite everything—despite all my sins, my atrocities—that woman still cared. Even as she asked for a divorce, she still reached out to me. To save me from myself.

> "You can't let her go. I can't let her go." The Flux raged from within.

> "There are consequences. You called her a mutt. I let you force my hand. We destroyed the only person who could love us—monstrosity and all. We did this," I growled back. I glanced at her—her short hair framing her small face. "We've lost her. The least we can do… is to let her go."

The reply was instant—hitting me like a thunderbolt that made my bones crack beneath my own skin.

> "Then die," the Flux hissed.

My spine arched as if an invisible hook yanked me upward from the ribs. My lungs seized. My jaw clenched so tightly I tasted blood.

> "Letting her go is death."

The voice wasn't in my ears anymore.

It was in my marrow.

In the deepest corners of my mind.

Not screaming. No—not yet.

It didn't have to.

It was peeling me apart with a whisper.

I gripped the edge of the obsidian table, knuckles white, veins bulging against my skin as heat rippled beneath my flesh like molten glass trying to burst free. The council watched with sharpened stillness, like men deciding whether to flee or kill. None of them spoke. None dared.

They saw it now.

This wasn't an Alpha breaking down.

This was a god splitting open.

My corrupted eye pulsed beneath the skin of my palm. I could feel it trying to look—to find her. To anchor to her the only way it knew how: through possession.

But I kept my palm clamped.

She had asked for freedom.

And I—no matter how fractured I was—still loved her.

Even now.

Especially now.

"You want vengeance," I whispered in my head, jaw trembling, fighting the urge to scream aloud. "But I want peace. I want what she wants."

The Flux snarled. "Peace is what killed us last time. Peace is what let them burn our name from stone. Peace is what watched our child bleed out on a marble floor."

The scene sliced through my thoughts like a heated blade. Agony engulfed me. A strange grief overtook me.

The pain in my chest splintered something vital. I staggered in my seat, unable to breathe.

Across the chamber, Eve watched me—one hand pressed to her heart like it physically hurt to look at me.

It should.

I had done this.

I had ruined everything sacred.