Extra's Death: I Am the Son of Hades novel Chapter 683

Chapter 683: ’His’ Stories

Tears welled in her eyes, spilling over and trailing down her cheeks.

Her chest rose and fell unevenly as she struggled to breathe.

The weight in her stomach made her feel like vomiting.

She crouched down, gripping her knees, and the sobs came harder.

Her emotions churned without direction, like an ugly, relentless tide.

She cried for hours.

When the tears finally stopped, there was no relief, only an empty silence.

Her gaze fell on Vornaz.

She reached out, gripping the hilt and raising the blade toward her own neck.

"What are you doing?" the panda asked from the corner.

"I’m going to kill myself. If I keep doing it, then my immortality has to end at some point. There’s no way Witches are completely immortal."

Her eyes were dull, and hollow.

Vornaz shimmered, shifting into the form of an owl, and leapt from her grip.

"Vornaz."

She stared at him.

"Come here. I need to kill myself."

He didn’t answer.

When she stepped toward him, Vornaz beat his wings and flew farther away.

Moraine’s hand twitched, and she turned toward the table in her room.

A small knife sat on the table beside the basket of fruits.

She moved toward it.

The panda appeared in her path, blocking her way.

"Witches can’t die."

She didn’t reply.

When she tried to step around him, the panda moved again.

Finally, he sighed.

"He made a contract with me."

That stopped her.

Her head turned slowly.

"...What?"

"I’m Severant. A demon. My Authority lets me sever anything."

Her voice was quiet. "What was his contract with you?"

"He told me that if he failed to reincarnate, I was to sever your memories of him."

"...What?"

"He wanted you to forget him."

The words landed like a blade in her chest.

"...He wanted me to forget him?"

Her voice trembled.

The shock on her face sharpened into anger.

"Then he shouldn’t have loved me! He knew he was going to die, and he hid that! Did he ever tell me anything? Devil of Tyranny? Who is that? What the hell was he doing all this time?!"

Her screams were ragged, torn out of her.

"I... hic... hate him..."

"Moraine—"

"Don’t come near me!"

Even in her fury, she glared at Severant when he moved closer.

She didn’t want to forget him.

No matter how much she hated the lies, the love was still there, unshaken.

"I... hic... hate him..."

She crumpled with her back against the bedframe.

She drew her knees in, and pressed her forehead against them.

"Moraine, severing your memories would—"

"It won’t do anything," she cut in.

She had to say it, in case the demon tried it anyway.

In her current state, she couldn’t stop him by force.

"...He sounds like a bandit instead of a Tyrant."

Vornaz let out a laugh.

"He said you’d call him that if you ever found out what he did."

Moraine lifted her head, watching him. It was enough of a signal for Vornaz to begin speaking again.

He told her stories of what ’he’ had done while waiting for her reincarnation.

Moraine didn’t smile, but her tears had stopped.

She listened.

"He was over the moon when you accepted his proposal. He even went to meet Hades."

"...What?"

"He wanted to ask for a name, so that when he asked you to marry him, he could give you one."

That made her freeze.

He had always refused to take a name from her.

She remembered their conversation.

’Just call me Nameless Death if you want to give me a name.’

’Why?’

’My father is Hades. He didn’t give me a name. So... Nameless Death.’

’...’

’Come on. Don’t look at me like that. It’s only temporary. I’m going to make him accept me as his son, then I’ll demand a name.’

’Do you not hate Hades?’

’Well, that’s an awkward question. I do hate him. Quite a lot, actually. But I still respect him. I know he’s working toward his own goal. While I don’t like that he threw me away, I understand why he did that.’

’You...!’

’Wait, why are you crying?’

’Shut up! I hate Hades! And I hate you for not hating that trash who abandoned you!’

’Hahaha!’

It had been a fight.

But remembering it now, it was a warm memory.