Hades' Cursed Luna novel Chapter 487

Chapter 487: Angela (ii)

Hades

"But Angela—"

"Angela was thrown there to die," Cain said. "But it rained. And somehow—somehow—she survived. She crawled out of that pit and walked. Kept walking even as her body continued to transform. And then there was a mudslide. It swept her into the tunnels before they were sealed."

I couldn’t speak.

"She walked for weeks," Cain said. "Slowly changing. But without the daily experiments, without being prodded and cut open and violated every single day, she managed to hold on to herself. Hold on to her humanity. Just barely. Until the smugglers found her and brought her to me."

He paused, his throat working.

"I found her... interesting," he said softly. "A woman with dark fingers, bleeding sap, vines growing from her scalp like hair. She was the most unique person I’d ever seen. We became friends. And then—" He stopped, his voice catching. "Somehow, I started to fall in love with her."

My chest ached.

"But she knew," Cain continued. "She knew what was happening to her body. That the plants were eating her alive from the inside out. And she refused me. Made me promise not to fall for a dying woman." He laughed bitterly. "I couldn’t keep that promise."

"Cain—"

"I took care of her," he said. "Did everything I could to slow the transformation. But even though she’d lost her baby in the experiments, she wanted another one. She knew she was dying, so she wanted to leave something behind. Wanted to create life one more time before the plants consumed her completely."

He looked up at the sky, blinking rapidly.

"Seeing her belly grow was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen," he whispered. "Green skin and all. She looked like a sunflower—blonde hair, brown eyes, green skin. She was radiant. She had Sophie, and I thought—maybe, maybe we’d beaten it. Maybe she’d survive."

"But she didn’t," I said quietly.

"No." Cain’s voice broke. "No matter how much medical help I gave her, it was no use. Her body continued to grow. The plants ate her alive. She died three months after Sophie was born. But her body—it didn’t stop. It kept growing. The vines, the roots, the flowers."

He wiped at his eyes roughly.

"I buried her in the garden," he said. "Where the tunnels open up into that field. And over the years, her vines wove through everything. They spread. They bloomed. The flowers you see—they’re her. Growing from where she laid. Still creating life. Still beautiful."

I didn’t know what to say.

"Sophie doesn’t know," Cain continued. "She thinks her mother died of an illness. She visits the garden and thinks it’s just a memorial. But every flower, every vine, every bloom—that’s Angela. Still here. Still with us. Still taking care of us in the only way she can. Her flowers respond to Sophie, 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

He looked at me, his eyes red-rimmed but fierce.

"So when I say she’s not dead," Cain said, "I mean it. She’s not gone. She’s just... changed. And I’ll be damned if I let Darius destroy what’s left of her."

The weight of it settled over me like lead.

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