Hades' Cursed Luna novel Chapter 314

He turned his torso slightly, revealing his back—blood-slick and punctured with a grotesque row of small ports, still slick with the residue of injections.

"Order the scientist to give me the last vials," he said, voice low and heavy with finality. "All of it. Every last drop. Then, and only then, will you have me—fully. No more fragments. No more Hades. Just me. Vassir, your first love."

My heart stopped.

He was asking me to kill him.

To erase Hades—forever.

And I saw it in his eyes.

He meant it.

He wanted the last of Hades burned out.

For me.

Or—

He raised Kael higher.

The wing tensed.

His claws extended.

"No," I gasped. "Don't—don't you dare—"

"Choose." Vassir snarled. "Prove your loyalty. Or lose the only thing left that still dares to stand between us."

Kael managed a single noise—half-choke, half-growl. His eye found mine.

And in it, I saw peace.

Resignation.

Love.

Tears fell from my eyes, unstoppable.

I turned to the broken scientist who lay shivering on the floor, clinging to a half-crushed syringe.

"Don't." I mouthed. Begged.

But Vassir saw.

And his face went cold.

"I warned you."

And then—

With a single sickening snap—

He ripped Kael's head from his body.

Blood arced through the air like a halo, painting the lab in crimson. His body crumpled to the ground with a wet, lifeless thud.

A scream tore from my throat.

But it didn't happen.

The blood never came.

Kael's head never fell.

Because it wasn't real.

It was a vision.

A flash.

A poisoned promise of what would happen.

And it broke me.

I gasped, stumbling back, clawing at the air like I could tear the horror from my mind. My heart slammed against my ribs like it was trying to escape my chest.

It wasn't real.

Not yet.

But it would be if I didn't act.

Kael sagged in the wing's hold, unconscious now—his pulse flickering so faintly I almost thought it was gone. His body swayed with each of Vassir's breaths, limp, fragile, defenseless.

I couldn't do this.

I couldn't let Kael die for Hades.

I couldn't.

My hands trembled as I turned toward the quivering scientist, who stared up at me with wild eyes. The remaining vials clattered in a tray beside him.

"I'm sorry," I whispered.

Then louder, firmer—"Do it."

The man flinched. "I—he'll kill me—"

"I know," I sobbed. "Just—do it."

When he didn't move, I dropped to my knees and grabbed the syringe myself.

It slipped in my grasp.

My hands were slick.

From blood or tears—I didn't know.

The moment I touched the needle, everything in me screamed.

Visions rushed through me like floodwater breaching a dam.

Hades at the Lunar Gala, his hand at the small of my back as we danced in a circle of stars.

His voice in the ring as he trained me, a hand at my hip, guiding. Correcting. Taunting.

His lips pressed to mine in the dark. His laughter rumbling against my skin.

Him holding me.

Kissing my scars.

Marking me.

Kn—kn—

I broke.

"I love you," I whispered, voice barely audible as the needle trembled between my fingers.

Then I pushed it in.

One.

Then another.

The syringe hissed as it emptied into his skin.

He flinched.

His wings shivered.

And the last fragments of Hades began to slip away—erased by my own hands.

Because I couldn't let Kael die.

Because I couldn't lose both of them.

And so—

I chose.

Even as it tore me apart.

Vassir laughed.

Laughed like it was bliss—like my suffering was a symphony he'd waited centuries to conduct.

With a twitch of his wings, he released Kael.

The body fell with a sickening thud.

I dove forward with a cry, syringe still clutched in my fist.

But I wasn't fast enough.

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