Reborn As Hades In Olympus Chapter 149 Chapter 149 Echoes Of A Goddess Sorrows

Ch. 149: Echoes Of A Goddess Sorrows

"Haa~ Haa~" I breathed heavily, sitting up in bed, my blankets tossed and tangled around in a frenzy. My pillow lay on the floor, tossed aside in the struggle against my own mind. The nightmare had co again— always the sa, haunting with a darkness I couldn't escape.

I could still feel his weight, his cruel hands, the suffocating sense of being reduced to nothing, stripped of every last shred of dignity. My heart thudded painfully, each beat a reminder of his power, of how he twisted and broke , remaking as his prisoner.

I was drenched in sweat, my face sticky with it. My breathing was wild, like an animal's, ragged and hollow. Each night, I dreaded falling asleep, and every morning I awoke more drained, more haunted. Days had blurred into each other; I hadn't eaten, barely slept. At this rate, I wasn't sure if I'd make it through the next day. But maybe that was all right— maybe that was even better.

The mirror across the room reflected the shell I had beco. My hair, once a bright crown of dark red, was now dull and tangled, framing a face that had lost its spirit. Skin that once looked alive was now sallow, and the dark sacs under my eyes deepened each day, hollowing out, draining whatever life I had left. I looked like a stranger to myself— a prisoner trapped in my own reflection.

Sotis, I doubted I ever had a reason to live. I was just a hollow echo of who I used to be, a puppet pulled by strings I could never break.

Anger surged up, raw and violent. I bit down on my lips, my dry skin cracking under the pressure until I tasted blood. The tallic taste grounded for a mont, but the sensation quickly faded, replaced by the numbness I couldn't seem to shake. I wanted to end it— to silence this endless misery, this empty cycle. But even that felt impossible. I was trapped in a cage he had built, and every ti I reached for an escape, I found my own mind betraying .

My phone rang, jolting out of the fog of my thoughts. I glanced at it, my fingers hesitating over the screen.

King Of Pranks

. Hers? His na lit up the screen, a na that once brought joy but now felt like a distant mory from another life.

Part of wanted to ignore it, to let the silence consu again. But a faint glimr of hope— a desperate, foolish hope— made answer. Maybe hearing his voice would bring so comfort, if only for a mont.

"Yoo-hoo!" Hers's cheerful voice burst through, carrying a warmth that felt so foreign to now. "Hey, Artemis, you there?"

I opened my mouth, but no sound ca. Just a weak, hollow whisper, barely a breath. My voice had abandoned , just like everything else.

"Hey, Artemis, you there?" he called again, a bit softer this ti. His concern was almost palpable, a fragile lifeline I wanted to grab onto. But I couldn't find the words, couldn't even find the strength to speak. "I don't get the silent treatnt, but… I just wanted to check on you. Maybe you're busy. I'll call back later, okay? Bye."

The line disconnected, and I stared at the screen, feeling emptier than before. Even Hers's voice couldn't reach anymore; I was too far gone, sinking too deep into the shadows he couldn't pull from.

Minutes passed, stretching endlessly until my phone lit up again. This ti, the na sent a cold shiver down my spine.

Apollo

. My brother. My torntor.

I didn't want to answer. Every instinct scread at to throw the phone across the room, to break it and sever that connection. But his hold on was too strong. My fingers moved almost on their own, answering the call before I could stop myself.

"et at the parking lot in five minutes," his voice commanded, low and calm, laced with that familiar hint of cruelty. "And wear sothing pretty. We'll be seeing soone today, and I want to look more confident."

Confident

. I almost laughed, a bitter, hollow sound that caught in my throat. Confidence was a luxury he could afford— an arrogance he wore like a crown. I, on the other hand, was nothing but a shadow, a puppet forced to dance to his twisted tune.

I dragged myself out of bed, every step heavy with resignation. This was my life now— a slave to my own blood, chained by curses I couldn't break. I dressed chanically, pulling on clothes that barely fit, ignoring the way they hung loosely off my fra. My reflection was even worse now, a ghost staring back at with vacant eyes.

The parking lot was just as I'd expected: empty except for Apollo's latest toy— a gleaming race car, its golden surface catching the morning light in a way that felt mocking. He leaned against it, exuding that effortless confidence that had always captivated everyone around him. Now, it only filled with revulsion.

"What are those bags under your eyes?" he sneered, his voice sharp and cold. "Can't you do sothing about your face? Or are you trying to look as pathetic as possible?"

I swallowed back the anger that threatened to choke , forcing myself to keep my voice steady. "I don't wear makeup. You know that."

He rolled his eyes, exasperated, like I was a nuisance he barely tolerated. "Get in the car. And next ti, do sothing about that ugly mug. I don't want to be seen with a wreck."

I slid into the passenger seat, letting his insults wash over . They did not sting anymore— not the way they used to. I'd heard them so many tis they'd beco part of , ingrained in my skin like scars.

"I take it you've got sowhere special in mind?" I asked. He didn't usually take with him to places so this was a bit unexpected.

As he started the engine, he flashed that cocky grin that made sick to my stomach. "We're going to see Aphrodite today. I have a feeling she'll be ready to grovel at my feet, begging for my favor. Isn't that a pleasant thought?"

"Sure," I muttered, looking out the window, refusing to et his gaze. The scenery blurred past, a hollow world outside reflecting the emptiness within. This was my existence now— trapped in a cycle of tornt, a broken goddess in the shadow of a monster. Enjoy new chapters from empire

I thought about Aphrodite, about her own struggles, the way she always seed to dance on the edge of ruin yet never quite fell. Maybe she, too, wore a mask. Maybe she, too, was trapped in a web of misery and secrets.

Or maybe she was just better at hiding it than I was.

The thought lingered, filling with a bitter sense of envy. I had once been powerful, once commanded respect. Now, I was nothing but a puppet, a plaything to be used and discarded. And yet, so twisted part of clung to the hope that soone— anyone— might see my suffering and pull out of this abyss.

But that hope was fading, dimming with each passing day. I was the goddess of the hunt, yet here I was, a prey in the hands of the hunter, caged and broken beyond recognition.

As we sped toward our destination, I closed my eyes, letting the darkness swallow . If I couldn't escape him, maybe I could find peace in my own thoughts, a small refuge from the world he had turned against .

But even that was a fragile illusion, slipping away the mont I dared to grasp it.