Extra's Death: I Am the Son of Hades novel Chapter 682

Chapter 682: Warmth, Cold, Pain

When she moved toward him, Hades didn’t react with anger or defense.

He simply set down the document he’d been reading and spoke in an even tone.

"If you’re done, you should leave. I’m busy."

Before she could speak again, he snapped his fingers.

The room vanished.

She was standing in an unfamiliar forest.

The anger didn’t leave.

It churned inside her, but the tears wouldn’t stop either.

She tried to force herself back to Hades’ palace, to demand the truth again, but her body wouldn’t move.

Her knees gave out.

She hit the ground and stayed there, trembling.

Her physical condition had been deteriorating for a century, but now, with her mental strength collapsing as well, her body felt like it could no longer carry her.

Even then, she clawed at the ground and tried to push herself up.

’He promised me he’d stay with me forever.’

’He definitely reincarnated into the 10th Eon.’

Maybe there had been a problem.

Maybe it was taking longer this time because the Eon had changed.

There had to be an explanation.

With shaking hands, she reached for the dagger at her waist. She pressed it to her chest, her limbs trembling from the effort, and took her life.

..

When she opened her eyes again, her memories were intact. She waited for ten years.

He didn’t come.

She killed herself again.

..

She regained her memories, and waited ten years.

He didn’t come.

She killed herself.

..

She regained her memories, and waited ten years.

He didn’t come.

She killed herself.

...

She regained her memories, and waited ten years.

He didn’t come.

She killed herself.

She regained her memories, and waited ten years.

He didn’t come.

She killed herself.

She regained her memories, and waited ten years.

He didn’t come.

She killed herself.

She regained her memories, and waited ten years. He didn’t come.

She killed herself.

She regained her memories, and waited ten years. He didn’t come.

She killed herself.

She regained her memories, and waited ten years. He didn’t come.

She killed herself.

She regained her memories, and waited ten years. He didn’t come. She killed herself.

She regained her memories, and waited ten years. He didn’t come. She killed herself.

She regained her memories, and waited ten years. He didn’t come. She killed herself.

She regained her memories, and waited ten years. He didn’t come. She killed herself.

She regained her memories, and waited ten years. He didn’t come. She killed herself. She regained her memories, and waited ten years. He didn’t come. She killed herself. She regained her memories, and waited ten years. He didn’t come. She killed herself. She regained her memories, and waited ten years. He didn’t come. She killed herself. She regained her memories, and waited ten years. He didn’t come. She killed herself. She regained her memories, and waited ten years. He didn’t come. She killed herself.

At some point, she knew.

She knew he was gone.

That he would never return.

But she kept killing herself.

Because maybe—just maybe—he would find her in the next reincarnation.

Maybe she had been born somewhere too isolated to track.

Maybe something else had gone wrong.

The reasons were fragile, almost absurd, but she held on to them.

If she stopped, it would be the same as admitting he had truly died.

Conflicting thoughts rose into her mind.

’I just need to reincarnate into the Ninth Eon.’

She knew it was impossible.

The 9th Eon was gone.

Not even the Witch of Time could send her there.

But she didn’t stop.

She couldn’t.

Eventually, her body and soul weakened to the point where she could no longer lift the dagger.

She couldn’t even stand.

All she could do was lie in bed, unable to move.

The weight of her own body had become too much to bear.

Moraine didn’t react to the strange animals.

Her eyes barely moved.

The owl fluttered inside, landing beside her.

"Moraine."

She remained motionless.

"I’m Vornaz, the Demon of Ruin. This is one of my different manifestations—"

"Contract.... W-with me..."

Her voice cracked, but the words came out without hesitation.

She tried to push herself up, but her body failed her.

She fell back against the bed.

Even so, she reached out her hand toward the owl.

"...C-contract..."

The syllables were weak, but clear.

The owl looked at her for a long moment.

Pain flickered in its eyes.

Demons might’ve been created to cause havoc and destruction, but they stopped caring about it long ago after several Eons went by.

For Vornaz, who had spent countless years beside ’him’ and Moraine, watching her like this was no different from watching her daughter breaking apart.

It sighed, then hopped closer.

Lowering its head, it stabbed its beak into her finger, drawing blood.

It licked the blood away, and its form began to shift.

Feathers gave way to steel.

The owl transformed into a sword.

It was the same sword that had always been at ’his’ side.

Moraine ignored the pain in her hand, and the weakness in her limbs.

She tried to wrap her fingers around the hilt, and with effort, she activated its Authority.

"S-search for... him...."

The Authority activated.

She felt it moving.

And...

There was nothing.

The result was clear.

He was not in this Eon.

He had truly died in the 9th Eon.

Her hand fell away from the sword.

Tears welled in her eyes and spilled down her cheeks.