Reborn As Hades In Olympus

Chapter 50 - 50: Ch. 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 simmered. The coat I wore hid the two items I had retrieved from Aphrodite—trophies from an interrupted encounter, but enough to push me closer to the truth. Cursed children, black amber—pieces of a puzzle, fragments of something 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 Hermes, now Hecate. It was as if the universe was mocking me, 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 memory of that day—Hermes trying to send me a message, 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 me. 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 me 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,

She snapped her fingers weakly, and a flash drive appeared in her hand. I remember Hecate practiced sorcery, it still took me 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 something 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 mention of my question. "Hermes sent me to retrieve a book written in ancient text. It was hidden in his house, he gave me the instructions on how to retrieve it but before I could return, the man in red attacked me. My strength failed to match his so I ran, in the end he took the book from me. I think my magic saved me from dying at the last moment."

The pieces were starting to fall into place. Hermes 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 Hermes' death was within reach now, and soon, the man in red would pay for everything he had taken from me. This cycle would end with his death.