Hades' Cursed Luna novel Chapter 483

Chapter 483: Sisters

Eve

When we dispersed, Maera was waiting in the hallway leading to Ellen’s room for me. In my hand was Ellen’s comprehensive report. My hand shook, but I hid it behind my smile as I approached the Eclipse Rebellion’s commander.

She looked like me—disheveled after the operations we’d both assisted in. The official high-rank Obsidian uniform she wore was crumpled and dirty. Shadows clung to her eyes, her face gaunt, not even masked by her scar. Still, my former would-be mother-in-law smiled.

"Let us get you to your room," I told her, turning her away from the room I was not yet ready to enter. Her face betrayed her confusion, but she let me lead her away anyway.

I opened the file as we walked, tilting it toward her so we both could see the contents of the tests run on Ellen while we were away.

My pulse skittered when my eyes caught the first lines concerning her condition.

PATIENT: Ellen Valmont

AGE: 23

APPARENT PHYSIOLOGICAL AGE: 47-52

I stopped walking.

Maera’s hand found my elbow, steadying me as I forced myself to keep reading.

PHYSICAL ASSESSMENT:

Advanced organ deterioration consistent with prolonged malnutrition and chronic stress

Liver function at 40% capacity (signs of previous failure, currently regenerating)

Kidney damage (Stage 2, reversible with treatment)

Bone density loss consistent with osteoporosis typically seen in post-menopausal women

Blood pressure: 85/50 (dangerously low, stabilized with IV fluids)

Muscle atrophy severe

Immune system severely compromised

Note: Cellular regeneration observed over a 6-hour monitoring period. Lycan healing factor appears intact but suppressed. With proper nutrition, rest, and medical intervention, prognosis is cautiously optimistic for physical recovery.

My throat tightened. I flipped to the next page.

PSYCHOLOGICAL ASSESSMENT:

Major Depressive Disorder (severe)

Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (complex)

Suicidal ideation (active within last 72 hours)

Psychotic episodes (auditory hallucinations, paranoid delusions)

Evidence of chronic self-harm (scars consistent with prolonged cutting, burning)

Dissociative amnesia (significant memory loss, particularly of the last 5 years)

Note: Patient is a danger to herself. 24-hour observation required. Psychiatric intervention urgent.

The words blurred.

Twenty-three years old.

My twin sister was twenty-three years old and her body was dying like a woman in her fifties.

"Eve," Maera whispered, her voice breaking. "Gods above..." Her voice trembled. "I am so sorry, Eve. Our Deltas were not able to help..."

"Don’t you dare blame yourself, or those wonderful people. You owe me no explanation."

I remained stoic, like every word was not another stab in my gut.

I flipped to the final page, where the attending physician had added personal notes.

"Maera," I said quietly, catching her before she could turn away. "Thank you. For sharing your story with me today. For trusting me with it."

"You’re my Luna now," she said, attempting a smile. "Of course I trust you."

"I might not be your daughter-in-law," I said, my voice soft but certain. "But you will always have a daughter in me. If you’ll have me."

Maera’s composure finally shattered. She pulled me into a fierce embrace, her whole body shaking with silent sobs. I held her, this warrior woman who had lost everything and kept fighting anyway.

"I would be honored," she whispered against my shoulder. "So honored, Eve."

We stood like that for a long moment—two women who’d survived the same tyrant, finding family in the wreckage he’d left behind.

When she finally pulled back, her eyes were red but clear. Determined.

"Tomorrow," she said.

"Tomorrow," I agreed.

I watched her walk down the hallway toward the guest quarters, her shoulders straightening with each step despite her exhaustion. A survivor. A fighter.

Just like Ellen would be, I told myself. Just like we all had to be.

I turned back to face Ellen’s door.

Now it was time to see my sister.

I smoothed down my uniform, tucked the file under my arm, and nodded to the guard.

"Open it," I said, my voice steady.

The door swung open.

And I stepped inside to face what Darius had done to the sister I’d once known.