Hades' Cursed Luna novel Chapter 482

Chapter 482: Seraphina

Hades

I recalled the incident—the first meeting we had after the throne had been left vacant. I thought he had been mocking me. Maybe in a way he had, but I was starting to realize that he might have been trying to draw out the boy he knew from the monster that I had been shaped into. But that had not been the only time I had lashed out because of the name I no longer bore. I had hurt Kael too that time when I became triggered concerning Eve all those months ago. He too had been trying to reach me.

But when Sophie had called me Uncle Luci, I felt none of the rage. Only that a name that Lucien would know and remember had slipped out from my mouth in the most natural way. "Little star" would have never touched my lips if a part of me did not remember who I used to be.

My defenses were down, hackles lowered, and the—

A tear slipped down Cain’s face.

And the world screeched to a stop. "Cain..."

"Lucien died, Hades, and I mourned him for years. Lucien would never have hated his name, or hated me, or forgotten his mother. Lucien was a kind little boy that saw me as more than the illegitimate older brother—not like Leon. He was alive." His lips quivered as my elder brother cried. "I wanted to hate Hades. Because Hades took Lucien. But I couldn’t, so I stuck around like a tick that never let go no matter how much you whacked it." He chuckled, looking down at himself, still crying. "Fuck, I am almost forty, crying like a little girl."

I rose before I could stop myself and rounded the table.

As if on cue, he rose too and grabbed me in a crashing embrace. "You’re back," he whispered. "You came back, brother."

For the second time this very day, I hugged him back.

"I wish your mother got to see this," he murmured. "I wish she..."

"Seraphina," I whispered, my whole body locking up as flashes slammed into me like a tidal wave. But they were too many and too fast to discern. "Her name is Seraphina." My words were breathless. I did not see her face, nor smell her scent, nor feel her skin or hear her voice. I only knew her name because...

"SERAPHINA!"

My mind was ripped through with the sound of my father’s roar. I clenched my eyes closed but saw nothing—only the voices, like a phantom, incomplete memory.

"HE IS MY SON, MY FUCKING BLOOD, MY LEGACY." I could hear him growl, and the soft weeping of a woman. "You were nothing but his incubator! The next time you try to steal my son, I will have you passed around my council like the backstabbing whore that you are!"

"He is mine to use, to carve, to wield. He is fucking mine. I am his Lord, his creator. You are nothing of consequence to him. And I will make sure of that."

Then there was the sound of choking, and a yelp from a dog—a puppy.

"Hades!" Cain snapped me back to the present, and my eyes found focus again.

Relief bled into his features. "I thought I lost you for a second there." He smiled, still uncertainty lingering in his eyes.

"I’m okay," I murmured, clasping his tense shoulder. "Just felt something."

"Us too,"

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