Hades' Cursed Luna novel Chapter 318

Chapter 318: Nox

Eve

Elliot kept turning in bed. Sleep seemed to evade him, no matter how many cups of milk he downed. We were in the same boat. Sleep was as distant to me as the moon.

He whimpered softly in his sleep—caught in another dream. Or a memory. I couldn't tell the difference anymore. Not for him. Not for me.

I reached over and smoothed his hair back. It was getting longer again. I'd have to trim it soon.

My fingers lingered against his temple. He calmed. Just a little.

Outside, the Obsidian Tower was quiet.

But that kind of quiet was never safe.

It was the kind of quiet that came before a storm.

The kind that settled over a grave before the scream.

I turned away from Elliot and pressing my palms over my eyes until the dull ache behind them sharpened. I hadn't cried. Not properly. I didn't know if that was strength or cowardice.

There was a soft knock.

I didn't move.

Then the door opened anyway.

Kael stepped in.

Still pale. Still recovering. But there was something different about his expression now. Less anguish. More purpose.

He looked at Elliot first, then at me.

Then he held out a single datapad.

"The rite is ready," he said. "They've finished stabilizing the field lines. Montegue had the glyph perimeter reinforced this morning."

I nodded slowly, taking the pad. My fingers felt numb around the edge of it.

Kael stayed by the door, his hand braced on the frame. "You don't have to do this, you know. We don't know what could happen.

I glanced at Elliot, who had started curling into himself again—his thumb near his mouth, but never quite touching it. He didn't suck it, just held it there, like a forgotten comfort.

"Yes, I do," I whispered. "He's slipping. Every day we wait, Vassir roots deeper. If there's anything of Hades left in there and injection the Fenrir's marker directly did not even dent the... thing." Something painful bloomed in my chest. Hades had become a thing.

Kael didn't finish the sentence. He just nodded.

"You think it will work?" I asked.

He hesitated. "I think… if anyone could reach him, it's you."

Kael exhaled through his nose, stepping closer. His voice was quiet now, almost reverent. "Montegue's ordered the gate cleared. The route's been sanctified, mapped, and anchored by sunset. We leave two hours before midnight. If the winds hold, we reach the burial grounds at the cusp of Eterna Noctis."

I stilled.

The name sat heavy in the room. Eterna Noctis. The eternal night. The grave of the first moonbound. The resting place of Elysia.

My past.

And somehow—me.

I gripped the datapad tighter. "Right. Of course."

But Kael was watching. He didn't miss the hesitation in my voice.

"You don't have to face that part of it tonight," he offered gently. "You only need to get to him."

I swallowed. "I know."

But I couldn't stop the echo behind my ribs. The scream I hadn't let out.

Get to him.

Not bring him back.

It wasn't the same thing.

Kael rubbed the side of his neck—scar tissue still livid across his collarbone. It didn't heal. My dread only grew. "Only Stravos can enter the boundary. That's why it has to be you. Cain's preparing the offerings now. Just you, him, and… Hades."

The name lodged like splinters in my throat.

I nodded again, more to end the conversation than to agree.

And that's when it happened.

A sound—small, sharp, almost inaudible—cut through the air.

Elliot.

I turned, heart jerking.

He was still curled up on the bed, his thumb trembling at the edge of his mouth. But his lips were moving now.

His eyes were shut tight. His lashes damp.

And then—

"Don't go."

The words were paper-thin.

So soft they almost broke on the air.

But they were real.