Hades' Cursed Luna novel Chapter 402

Chapter 402: Alliances?

Hades

The world spun around, every single thing losing colour in an instant. I reached for the wretched mark. Every other sound dull against the roaring of my own pulse against my ears.

I traced the jagged incomplete letter, my fingers twitching from the strength it took not to try and rip it off his body. But I knew well it could never be that simple, it would do no good.

I was less of a mark and more of an indentation scribbled into the skin. My breath caught, as I look in the cruel symbol. It pigment was darker, more arcane than simple ink. It could have been my paranoia and shock but I could hear it speak.

Ice carved its way up my finger tips, to my arms. I could feel it’s daunting coolness rake it’s sway through my chest to my heart and lungs--- squeezing and tightening until my breathing thinned and turned shallow.

Though it was incomplete, horror gripped me like a wicked tendrils that refused to relent. When I spoke, my voice was not mine, not fully. It sounded distant to my still ringing ears.

Kael turned around to face me, I could see the way he tried to push down his own worry in order not to aggravate mine. He gulped but even that singular action looked painful. "I got far enough that I started to hear voices in my head. It not just some mind control, it is pressure."

Someone behind me gasped.

Kael continues, ensuring that he held my gaze, trying to steady me even though he was the one that had been marked. "It pushes against your own thoughts, sieves through your memory like a hand through a file of documents. Then it puts in commands using your memory, aspirations and self has a ...as a disguise," he finished, his voice rasping. "So when you follow the order, you think it’s your own idea. You believe it. You’ll fight to defend it because you can’t separate it from who you are anymore."

His words landed like stones in my gut. I’d seen mind control before—feral rage, compulsions, psychic manipulation—but this... this was worse. This was the theft of self dressed as free will.

I forced myself to take a slow breath, though it scraped ice through my lungs. "How long until it... takes hold?"

"He was close, but I continued to refuse. So they tried to weaken me physically. They beat me."

The flames of anger were stoked at he continued to speak, fighting my hardest not to launch something into the wall.

"But it didn’t work, I refused but then they..." Kael cringed, his face contorting into something in between disgust and horror as though he was still at their mercy.

"They brought the wolfbane," Cain supplied, his voice clipped. Long gone was the playfulness of before.

"They injected it little by little," Kael bit his lip, hard. "Troy tried to take it, but it really did a number on me. And then it hit him hard enough to knock him out and without my wolf..."

I did. And it was worse for it. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

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