Hades' Cursed Luna novel Chapter 400

Chapter 400: Who Are You?

By the time I was done talking, my throat felt raw.

It was as though each word had been dredged up from somewhere deep and jagged inside me, scraping its way out. My shoulders sagged, and for the first time in weeks, the tightness in my chest loosened—only slightly, but enough to let me breathe without feeling like I was stealing air from someone else.

Lia—Amelia—hadn’t interrupted once. She simply sat there, her pen unmoving now, eyes fixed on me in the way only a trained observer could manage: present but not invasive.

She let a few heartbeats pass before speaking.

"I’ve heard parts of this before," she said finally, her voice even. "Hades’ battle with the Flux wasn’t exactly a secret among certain networks. I’d heard rumors he’d been overtaken entirely at one point." She sighed deeply. "I was not surprised. It was bound to happen."

My fingers twitched involuntarily around Elliot, but I didn’t interrupt.

"What I didn’t know," she continued, "was that Elliot had inherited the Flux from him. That changes... a great deal. If that’s the case, then it’s not surprising he’s shown resonance with Hades even when Hades was trapped inside his own mind. Bloodlines carry more than just physical traits. I am glad that Elliot could be a tether. Vampires were not only known for their strength or speed. Vampires’s abilities are cross a fundermental border, which is what makes them so deadly." She chuckled them, wryly. "I do believe that making them impervious to everything thing but the sun and silver was a fate trying to level the playing field. As their partial desendants as lycans, we took their fangs, eyes of crimson and weakness to silver," she spoke softly for Elliot and slowly so that it would all sink in. "But on the surface that is where the similarities stop, we took Elysias, shifting abilities and here we are now."

I nodded.

"Now that brings us to the flux," she sat up straighter. "The flux is a concentrated essence of a vampire’s remains. Then bonded with our already adapted hybrid cells, recessive cells become dominant. Then suddenly it is beyond fangs, eyes and silver, then we have more strength and ability of rot, as vampires are technically undead."

"Which are what Hades had," I thought, skin crawling that the remembrance of the odour of rot as Hades turned.

"Mind control, memory manipulation,"

Another horrible shiver crawled up my spine. I could still feel his weight on top of me as he tried to crawl into my mind to erase and rearrange, my mind to his will--- to his favour."

I shook off the dread. "I know," No one needed to know that part but it was good have a proper context.

"Compulsion," Lia continued to list out.

"Glamour," she said. "The act of illusions."

She pointed at herself. "We, lycan and werewolves are susectable to its effects, but Elliot and Hades are impervious, especially when the remains used to start all this, the remains that powers all this abilities are from the same vampire.

"Vassir," I murmured. "They all gave the key, they can intercept, because they act on the same resonance, a single frequency."

Her gaze dipped briefly to Elliot before meeting mine again.

"And that tether can override circumstances most would call impossible. It’s why he could reach Hades when no one else could. Not consciously—but instinctively. It’s a resonance he was born with."

I frowned faintly. "But you make it sound like it’s... more than coincidence."

"It is," she said simply. "There’s tentative research into this—very tentative, because vampiric ability and its psychological applications are still taboo subjects in most formal institutions. But the data we do have suggests that resonance bonds aren’t just emotional. They’re... functional. They can influence perception, communication, even mental control under the right—or wrong—conditions."

I thought back to every strange moment with Elliot.

His uncanny timing. The way he’d sometimes know what I was thinking without a word. The illusions he’d broken without being taught how.

"It’s rare," Amelia went on, "but hybrids like him can disrupt psychic manipulation because they straddle two worlds---our emotional cognition and vampiric sensory influence. In Elliot’s case, his instincts are sharpened by the trauma he’s lived through. And while that makes him resourceful, it also makes him... volatile."

Her pen tapped once against the file, deliberate.

"Which is why we need to be careful. His abilities are tied to his emotional state. The more he’s forced to use them in fear or desperation, the more those neural pathways will fuse survival with power. That’s a dangerous pairing for anyone—let alone a child."

I swallowed hard, the earlier lightness in my chest dissolving into something heavier again.

But this time... it was a weight I understood.

"He must not—" she corrected herself, "I mean, he has to stop equating danger with purpose. If every moment of safety feels empty to him, he’ll chase conflict without meaning to. That’s how children grow into warriors who don’t know what to do with peace. And that... is a tragedy in slow motion."

Her words dug in deep, rooting themselves alongside my guilt.

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