Hades' Cursed Luna novel Chapter 333

Chapter 333: His Second Demise At Her Hands

Eve

It all sunk in like a stone in a stream, my pulse hammered against the heavy iron clamps that were connected to those on my neck chains. The air was stale with nothing but misery, defeat and the collective scrutiny of those I now stood before.

My eyes darted around, furtively, looking for a door thar would leaf outside this nightmare but none existed.

Rhea’s voice became muted against the the echo of my panic and rising dread. "You are...." Her voice died down in my head, drowned and uncompleted.

>"Rhea?" I called, screaming into the void of my head. I heard a little but not enough. I swallowed, looking down at my feet, and not at the company I had, or the judgemental crowd in front of me.

The sound of a horn ripped through the tentative silence of the execution ground. My heart leapt into my throat, stomach dropping, every hair raising despite the sweltering heat.

"We are here today to allow the gods to usher in a new era." The voice was commanding, vibrating down to my marrow, too familiar to dismiss.

I didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. Who else could it be other than Elysia’s uncle, my descendant, Malrik Valmont himself. Yet, his voice was one that I recalled, one that sank in deep and promised nothing but ruin and more suffering.

One that called a curse, disowned me, sold, only to try and pull me back into his invidious fold.

Darius Valmont.

"Do not see this day as one of demise and one of hope as we all gather to purge our ranks of the maggots that eat away at our flesh. Today, we end what Elysia Valmont started by betraying her bloodline in favour of a Vampire, our predators. We come to witness as justice is served for her atrocities against our pack. She promised loyalty and instead awarded your trust with treachery and debauchery. Even birthing hybrids for the monster of the night.

My clenched my jaw, bracing myself against the emotions of dread and fear I could not could not control despite the fact that I knew this was all a memory, made a mirage to further make me sink and deter me for what I was brought here to do.

Find Hades before he was eraced along with his corruption.

"Elysia Valmont spat on the moon’s blessing. She took a vampire to her bed. She carried his seed. And for what? Love? Unity? No. Weakness." he continued, his voice twisting with more venom.

With each syllable, the clamps seemed to tighten, crushing my throat, trapping the air in my lungs, screaming becoming an impossibility. The chains grew heavier as though they remembered the last neck they bound. Mine but in another lifetime, yet i was back for one more round. One more bloody dance.

"She defiled the rites," Malrik spat, his voice now thunder rolling across stone.

"Bound her soul to a creature that drinks blood and mocks the sun. She did not die a martyr. She died a warning."

A low murmur rippled through the crowd. Somewhere, a weapon was drawn—not in threat, but in reverence. A ceremonial blade catching the light like a prophecy already fulfilled. The same blade that would end this memory. End me. Again.

> "She was my blood,"

Malrik growled, and for the first time, his voice cracked. Not from sorrow.

From exhilaration.

Malrik stepped forward, the ceremonial blade gleaming at his side, the silver etchings pulsing in time with the crowd’s silent reverence. His lips curled—not with hate, not with grief—but with cruel delight. That same crooked smile. Eerily familiar.

Just like Darius.

Though they looked nothing alike, the resemblance clawed at my chest. That smile had haunted me in two lives. Father and uncle, legacy and curse.

"But you will not die just yet," Malrik announced, voice a blade shearing through the hush. "No. That would be too kind."

My breath hitched. My wrists strained against the bonds.

> "Your first punishment," he continued, stepping to the edge of the execution platform, "will be to watch him die."

The crowd didn’t cheer. They didn’t breathe.

My heart slammed into my ribs.

Two guards moved in unison, seizing my arms, forcing me to turn. I noticed the same "M" symbol.

And there—

Vassir.

Dragged like an animal. Not roaring. Not resisting. Barely conscious. Blood oozed from dozens—no, hundreds—of silver nails driven into his skin like iron thorns. His wings were clipped. His limbs trembled. His mouth was slack.

That was how they subdued him.

That was how they planned to end him.

The nausea rose like a tide. I tried to look away, but the guards gripped my chin, holding me still. Made me see.

Malrik turned to me, tilting his head with mock sympathy.

> "Thank you, niece, for your confession."

His smile widened.

> "Had you not whispered his weakness to your second-in-command, we would not have known."

The words echoed.

A second-in-command.

The admission I made. In another life. Another loop. Another illusion.

I had doomed him.

Again.

Vassir’s eyes—Hades’ eyes—met mine. Not with fury. Not with blame.

But with pain.

Tortured understanding.

He knew.

Malrik faced the crowd once more, raising his voice, letting it crash over the assembly like a wave of stone.

> "He betrayed his kind. For love. For Elysia. He turned against the Night Court, and now they will not answer his cries. They will not come."

He stepped forward, grabbing Vassir by the horn, just behind the curve.

My body tensed.

> "They will let us do this."

And then—

He tore it off.

A scream exploded from Vassir’s throat—a sound no creature should make. Power burst from the wound like a geyser, silver and black light twisting skyward like a beacon of death. It reached the heavens.

And then fell.

Like ash.

Vassir collapsed.

No longer a beast. No longer a god.

Just a man.

And all I saw—

All I felt—