Reborn As Hades In Olympus Chapter 50 Hecate's Discovery

Ch. 50: Hecate's Discovery

I walked into the hospital, my face a mask of composure, though beneath the surface, rage simred. The coat I wore hid the two items I had retrieved from Aphrodite—trophies from an interrupted encounter, but enough to push closer to the truth. Cursed children, black amber—pieces of a puzzle, fragnts of sothing bigger. But all of it paled now, overshadowed by a deeper, more personal loss.

"Damnit," I muttered, gnashing my teeth as I neared the reception desk. First Hers, now Hecate. It was as if the universe was mocking , stripping away the ones I thought I could protect. A pang of guilt twisted in my chest. I had been distracted. If only I hadn't lost focus at that party.

If only I hadn't been so preoccupied.

I couldn't shake the mory of that day—Hers trying to send a ssage, only for Hecate to interrupt. After that, I had lost her in the chaos. She wasn't my priority then. The weight of that realization crushed . How much had I missed? How had I let this slip through my fingers?

Since the calamity I failed to prevent, everything had spiraled out of control.

"Lord Hades!"

The voice snapped back to the present. Detective Pine stood at the end of the hallway, waving with a strained smile. I moved toward him in slow, deliberate steps, my senses expanding, stretching into the hospital like tendrils, searching for every scrap of energy, every clue.

Weak signatures of life pulsed around , nothing extraordinary, except for two: Pine, and soone else—soone stronger, another god.

Pine's eyes flickered with sothing unreadable. Was he still sour from our last encounter, when I had frightened him? He tried to play it off with a quip. "What's with the broody face? Not every day you get to outwit the god of death himself."

My fists clenched in my pockets. I hated this—these little gas, these attempts to needle when I was hanging on by a thread. I had no ti for Pine's antics. I'd barely had a mont's respite since the underworld, and everything was unraveling. My voice ca out harder than I intended. "What happened?"

The detective's cocky facade cracked, and he quickly reset himself. He reached into his coat and lit a cigarette, puffing rings of smoke between us. "We got a call. A woman found near the riverbank, drenched in blood. Locals didn't want to get involved."

Each word sank into like a stone. Hecate.

Pine led down the hall. "We've already got our hands full with Hers' death, and now this... I'm not saying you're responsible, but the clues all seem to point your way, or at least soone wants it to look that way."

So, you're suspicious, I thought. *Always expect the worst from n in suits.* I forced myself to stay calm, but my voice was icy. "Details. When and where."

Pine exhaled slowly, eyes narrowing. "Look, Lord Hades, I hate to remind you, but you don't tell how to do my job. Just because you're a god doesn't an we're your lapdogs. This is a criminal investigation, not your private jurisdiction. No offense."

I swallowed the surge of fury rising within . I could erase him with a thought, but I had to play this right. "I understand. But I still need to know."

His deanor shifted, and for a mont, sothing else flashed in his eyes—curiosity, or sothing deeper. It unsettled . "When was the last ti you saw your assistant?"

I hesitated. "Two days ago. At the party. I… lost track of her. We were both grieving." A lie, but close enough to the truth.

"Hmm." Pine took another drag from his cigarette. "When we found her, there was a red cloth over her face. No other evidence. Any idea who that could be?"

I held my gaze steady, even as my mind raced. The man in red. He had to be behind this. But was this linked to Hers' death, or sothing new? "No. I can't say I do."

Pine said nothing, leading to a door at the end of the hall. "I'll leave you to it," he muttered, as if doing a favor.

I reached for the handle, hesitating. Sothing twisted in my gut. "Hey, detective," I said without looking back, "why didn't you tell she was alive?"

"You never asked," he replied, his voice infuriatingly calm.

He had just moved up my list.

I stepped inside and saw Hecate, her body pale and fragile, lying under a white blanket. Her head was turned toward , bandaged and bruised. Her smile was weak, but it was there. "Boss… I knew I sensed your presence."

A strange warmth spread through at her words. I crossed the room slowly, locking eyes with her. There was nothing to say, no comfort to give. I had failed her. My assistant, my confidant—reduced to this.

"You look mad," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Did you miss ?"

I said nothing. In truth, I hadn't even noticed her absence, consud by my own grief and distractions. Her gaze dropped slightly, and she gave a weak laugh. "I'll take whatever punishnt you give . I've failed you as an assistant."

My fingers curled around the blanket, my knuckles white with tension. Why did this hurt so much? Why this fury—this raw, unbridled anger coursing through my veins? I wasn't one to be moved by emotions so why...?

"WHO DID THIS TO YOU?" My voice reverberated through the room, carrying with it every ounce of rage I had bottled up.

Hecate's reverence for never wavered. She looked up at , her eyes brimming with a kind of painful loyalty. "It was the man in red," she whispered. "His power… it was beyond anything I have ever felt. As strong as a higher god. I couldn't beat him."

Fear rippled through her words, and my blood boiled. He had touched her, hurt her. My mind pulsed with rage to see her in such a condition.

"I'm sorry, boss," she continued, her voice shaking. "I tried to stop Hers from doing sothing stupid... Is Hers still...?"

I closed my eyes briefly, then forced the heavy words out of my lungs. "Yes. Hers is dead."

Her face fell. For a mont, I saw sothing break in her, a flicker of grief mirroring my own. "I… I failed."

THE CHARACTER "HECATE" IS IN A STATE OF DEEP GRIEF.

"Rest, Hecate," I said, though my voice had softened only slightly.

But she wasn't done. Her hand reached out weakly, grasping my arm. "There's sothing you need to know. The truth about everything."

I reached out to the chair next to the bed and took my seat, knowing that whatever she was about to say would change everything. "Hers left sothing for you. He said it contained the truth. About his death. His sins." Sins?

She snapped her fingers weakly, and a flash drive appeared in her hand. I rember Hecate practiced sorcery, it still took by surprise seeing it up close.

"In the party he left it in my care saying you and only you had to see it. He said sothing else about him dying for his sins, then he vanished. Why did he have to be an idiot...?" She started to cry softly as she squeezed my hand tighter.

I took the flashdrive, feeling its weight in the palm of my hand. There was still one thing that had my curiousity. "Where were you these last two days?"

Her breath grew shakier at the ntion of my question. "Hers sent to retrieve a book written in ancient text. It was hidden in his house, he gave the instructions on how to retrieve it but before I could return, the man in red attacked . My strength failed to match his so I ran, in the end he took the book from . I think my magic saved from dying at the last mont."

The pieces were starting to fall into place. Hers had the book first, then Hecate, then the man in red, and finally Ares. It was a cycle of death and betrayal.

Shortly after Hecate passed out, I stood over her, the flash drive clutched tightly in my hand. I had to let her rest and recover. The thought that the truth of Hers' death was within reach now, and soon, the man in red would pay for everything he had taken from . This cycle would end with his death.