Eve
Hades' breath was warm against my temple, but his words were ice. Cutting. Peeling apart layer by layer.
"The nightmares," he murmured, his lips brushing my skin as if to soften the blow. "They aren't just mories. They're echoes, aren't they? The past replaying itself over and over in your mind, trapping you there every ti you close your eyes."
A shudder ripped through , violent and uncontrollable. My hands clenched into fists, nails biting into my palms. The air in the room thickened, pressing down on .
Hades felt it. He felt . And he did not stop.
"I rember when we first t, you flinched a lot even before you realized who i was. Your eyes were darting around the room," he continued, his voice dropping lower. "You were afraid."
I gasped, my body jerking beneath him as a sharp, blinding mory tore through .
The cold bite of tal restraints around my ankle.
A rough hand grabbed my jaw, forcing to look up.
The sting of sothing slicing my skin, followed by the laughter of a gamma.
Rhea buckled inside , a whimper vibrating through my bones. She felt it too. The pain echoed in our shared vessel.
Hades' grip tightened—not cruelly.
"You always check for exits," he pressed, his breath asured, his touch firm but reverent. "Every room, every space, even in places where you should feel safe." His fingers brushed over my pulse point, feeling it hamr beneath my skin. "Because there was a ti when you had none."
I couldn't breathe. I never even noticed I did that.
A thick, choking darkness clawed at the edges of my mind.
The cell had no windows.
No doors I could open. No way out.
Hades was still speaking, still weaving his way through my fractures.
"And the blood…" His voice faltered just slightly. "It terrifies you. Not just because you've seen it spill. But because you've drowned in it."
A cry wrenched from my throat, raw and broken.
Flashes of red filled my vision.
The scent. The taste.
The feeling of it drying on my skin, soaking into the stone beneath , no matter how much I tried to scrub it away.
The screams, the anguished faces that I could never seem to place. The stickiness on my hands. There were mories that remained disembodied till today.
The dreams that seed to evade , slivers of them remaining with when I woke up but not enough to paint a full picture, but maybe it was for the best. Maybe my mind was still trying to protect .
Yet, it was all too much, the way he spoke the truth that had been buried into the air around us.
I thrashed against him, desperate to escape the suffocating tide of mories, but Hades only held closer.
"Eve." His voice was no longer cold, no longer demanding.
It was gentle.
Steady.
Real.
He pressed his forehead to mine, his breath mingling with mine, grounding . "You are safe.
I whimpered, my body shaking uncontrollably. "I-I can't," I choked out.
Blood.
Screams.
"Don't hurt my baby!" A desperate voice suddenly resonated in my head, my skull buzzing.
This was new.
"Please, my baby!" The sa voice.
Then the flashes began, horrid after horrid image of new mories that I had never known existed in the dark crevices of my fractured mind.
I was unraveling.
The images wouldn't stop.
They crashed into , one after another—scattered bodies, the glint of fire reflecting off broken glass, the tallic scent of blood mixing with burning oil. And then—the voice.
"Please, my baby!"
My breath hitched violently, the desperation in the words clawing into . I felt my head splitting, like sothing had been locked away for so long that forcing it open was fracturing from the inside out.
I trembled beneath Hades, my body barely holding itself together. My hands clutched at his shoulders as if he were the only thing keeping tethered to reality.
But he was still talking. Still unearthing truths I wasn't ready to face.
"You have to rember," Rhea's voice wove through my mind, soft but insistent. "Even if it is hard, dear."
I choked on a sob, my chest heaving as I shook my head furiously. "No," I gasped. "No more."
But Hades wasn't stopping. His voice was calm, steady, unraveling everything.
"You never sleep on the bed unless you have no choice."
I flinched, my fingers twitching against his skin.
"Because for years, there wasn't one."
I couldn't breathe.
He continued, his voice lowering. "You used to freeze when soone raises their voice. Even when it's not directed at you. Because you learned that shouting always ca before pain. You tried to hide it with defiance but i saw it, Eve."
The room spun violently.
I clapped my hands over my ears, squeezing my eyes shut as I rocked beneath him. "Stop," I whispered.
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But he didn't.
"You were thin when i brought you here, pale, barely eating not because you're not hungry, but because soone once controlled when you were allowed to."
A sharp cry tore from my throat. The phantom sensation of gnawing hunger, of waiting for the little food I was always offered.
The walls inside cracked.
Hades saw too much. Knew too much.
He wasn't supposed to understand.
He was supposed to be angry.
I sucked in a ragged breath, and before I could stop myself, I reached up and grabbed his face, my fingers pressing into his skin. My eyes burned with desperation as I forced him to look at , my tears falling freely.
"Why won't you scream at ?" I sobbed. "Why don't you hate ?"
His silver eyes flickered, but he said nothing.
"You should be furious!" My voice cracked, hoarse and raw. "I lied to you for months. I let you believe I was soone else. I deceived you. So why aren't you yelling? Why aren't you throwing out?" I was shaking, my grip on his face tightening. "Hit , call a liar, say I disgust you! Do anything—just don't say these things. Don't make them real. I can't take it."
A hiccuping sob wrenched through . "It hurts too much," I whispered brokenly. "I am bleeding on the inside, Hades. I have already been broken enough."
I searched his face wildly, my vision swimming. "You should hate for this. You were duped. Manipulated." My voice dropped to a whisper, the words tasting like ash. "You should want nothing to do with ."
But Hades never looked away. He never wavered.
His silence was heavy, suffocating.
I had braced for rejection. For anger.
But not this.
Not the way he looked at —as if he had known, even before I had spoken the words aloud. As if he had already made his decision.
"Don't do this to , please," I whispered. "Don't give hope only for..."
"For what, Eve?" He asked softly, his real na on his lips sending a pleasant shiver through .
"Hades..."
Eve
"For what, Eve?" His voice was impossibly soft, yet it carried the weight of sothing unshakable.
I trembled, my breath shuddering as I held onto him, my grip on his face tightening as if I could force him to say the words I needed. The words that would end this tornt. The words that would cut clean.
"To hurt ," I whispered brokenly. "To abandon . To do what everyone else has done."
Hades inhaled deeply, his silver eyes steady, unwavering. "Is that what you think I will do?"
"I don't know," I choked, my voice raw. "I don't know what to believe anymore."
My body was a battlefield of past wounds, old and new, so still bleeding, so stitched together in jagged scars. My soul felt just as torn, fragnted between the life I had stolen and the one I had survived. And Hades—Hades had seen through it all, peeled back the layers I had so carefully stitched together, revealing the truth I had buried so deeply, even from myself.
"You're waiting for to push you away," he murmured, brushing a stray tear from my cheek. "You think I will turn from you now that I know."
A broken laugh escaped , my chest heaving. "Wouldn't you? Shouldn't you?" I shook my head, my vision blurred with tears. "You fell in love with a lie. You loved soone who never existed."
Hades' eyes darkened, his grip tightening just enough to remind he was still holding , still here.
"I didn't fall in love with a lie," he said, his voice low, firm. "I fell in love with you."
I sucked in a sharp breath, my stomach twisting.
"No, you—"
"I did," he interrupted, his thumb stroking along my jaw, grounding . "You may have worn a different na, but you were always you. The fire in your spirit, the way you fought even when you were afraid, the way you looked at like you wanted to hate but couldn't—none of that was a lie."
I shook my head, my hands fisting against his chest. "You don't understand—"
"Then make understand," he urged, his voice calm but unyielding. "Tell what they did to you, Eve." He kissed the top of my head. "Bleed out the horror you faced into . I will take it."
I looked away.
But he took my chin. "They linger, haunting the crevices of your mind. I know that all too well."
He got up, that he was kneeling between my legs, "Even, I, a heartless man knows that."
I froze.
My breath hitched as the weight of his words sank in, but sothing wasn't right.
The air thickened, pressing down on like a vice. A strange energy crackled around us, tangible, electric, wrong.
Hades' grip on loosened as he pulled back slightly, his expression shifting into sothing I couldn't define. His silver eyes—those beautiful, piercing eyes—darkened.
No.
Not darkened.
Turned black.
A deep, endless void swallowed his irises, the whites of his eyes vanishing until there was nothing but darkness.
My stomach lurched.
Black veins surged up his neck, crawling beneath his skin like living shadows, twisting and writhing up his arms, his hands, disappearing beneath his chest.
I recoiled, but my body refused to move.
"Hades?" My voice was barely a whisper, shaking, uncertain.
He didn't answer.
His lips parted slightly, his breathing still steady—too steady. His hands curled into fists at his sides as if bracing himself, his entire body tensing.
Then—his chest split open.
A sickening crack echoed through the room as his skin and ribs separated on their own, parting like the slow, deliberate unfurling of a monstrous wound.
I sucked in a sharp breath, horror clawing its way up my throat.
Where his heart should have been, there was no flesh, no beating muscle.
There was only a swirling, pulsing mass of black energy, writhing and churning like a living void.
It bled shadow. It pulsed with sothing ancient, sothing wrong. The very sight of it sent a wave of nausea rolling through .
I had seen monstrous things before. Had suffered horrors I couldn't even na.
But this?
This was sothing else entirely.
My hands trembled as I reached for him instinctively—then stopped.
"What—" I gasped.
"We are the sa you and I, your father called for your torture and mine ripped out my heart."
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