Hades' Cursed Luna novel Chapter 310

Hades

My teeth came down on the flesh that had come to turn against me. The pain was like a distant ebb in comparison to Elliot's—and the disappointment of Eve.

I spat out the treacherous hunk of meat, even if the rest remained just as corrupted. My tongue hit the ground with a wet, sickening thud.

Only when the blood hit the back of my throat did I realize what I'd done. I collapsed against the side of the bed just as the Flux's voice filled my ears.

> "She is as fierce as I remember. As protective as she is loyal."

There was regret laced with the usual oily wickedness in his tone.

"How did I not recognize her?"

There was a moment of introspection.

> "You were blinded by your own wrath. And now here we are."

Air escaped and pulled into my lungs in labored huffs. But it was never enough.

> "I suppose so," he replied. "But wrongs can be righted."

If I were in a better headspace, I would've rolled my eyes.

> "Shut it."

> "If the boy died…"

My spine went rigid at the invidious suggestion. My blood didn't just freeze in my veins—it recoiled, because I knew what the bastard was about to say.

> "She would have to come back. She will have no one left. No treacherous kin. Pathetic mute flesh-born error. No friend. No reason to stay away. She will be so torn by grief, she will beg for us to hold her together."

I stumbled to my feet, at a speed that left me lightheaded and feeling the weight of this malicious entity to the point my legs began to quake under me.

> "Stop resisting and accept me fully. You took me into your body, but you just won't give me access to your soul,"

Its voice was a sinister purr that made my skin crawl, revulsion spreading within me like a plague.

"It would be so simple. I could get them all out of the way for us. We don't have to lose her."

Its tendrils threaded through my psyche.

I shook my head until it hurt. My eyes spun in their sockets, the world around me melting—but only one thing remained constant.

The Flux.

> "I understand, you want to hang on. But the anchor is not even there. I am the wave that can rip all obstacles out of our path to her. You just have to relinquish control,"

His voice caressed me in the only way wrong things could.

"You don't have to do it. Just let go and let me. It's time we switch places. Me in the driver's seat is the only way."

> "Fuck off," I ground out, just before the ground disappeared from under me. I stumbled, my heart hammering too hard to be possible. Agony gripped me like a vice, my heart on a countdown to imploding, every inch of me bleeding anguish. Muscles spasmed, pulsing like my heart—or whatever it had become.

My skin prickled like shards of glass embedded beneath the surface, every nerve ending screaming. The Flux was clawing its way up my spine, wrapping itself around the base of my skull like it was trying to peel me from the inside out.

> "You don't have to fight me, Lucien," it cooed. "Let it end. Let us begin."

"No," I hissed, face contorted in pain as I slammed my back into the dresser behind me. I could barely breathe, barely think. But I wouldn't give in. I wouldn't let go.

> "Then I'll try another way…"

The room warped. Darkened. The walls pulsed like veins under flesh, the air thick with the iron stench of blood and decay.

And then—

"Lucien?"

The voice didn't come from the Flux.

It came from the doorway.

My head whipped toward it.

There, standing under the doorframe like a memory dragged from the bones of my past, was him.

Broad. Unsmiling. Wrath carved into every line of his aging face like a prophecy.

My father.

My monster.

My maker.

He hadn't changed. He never did. Or maybe I had simply become too much like him to tell the difference anymore.

I dropped to my knees.

Pain gave way to panic. I was drowning in it.

My mouth parted, but my words were slow, cracked.

"…Dad?"

It slipped out like a prayer. Like I was eight years old again, bleeding on cold marble tile after another lesson on obedience because I would kill Miles. The same small, trembling voice I hadn't used in decades.

He didn't answer.

He didn't have to.

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