Hades' Cursed Luna novel Chapter 377

Chapter 377: The Cowards We Are

Hades

The ground beneath me tilted, the tension returning with unrelenting vengeance.

My mouth fell open, hands dropping uselessly at my sides as my eyes clashed with his warm green ones.

There was no humor. No twinkle. Nothing.

Just swirls of pain and fear—ones he still refused to let show.

"No..."

The word sounded foreign, my voice as distant as though it came from someone else entirely.

Slowly, my chest grew too tight—too constricted for my heart.

The world should have stopped then. It had no right to continue spinning.

How dare it simply carry on...

As my friend—

No.

As my best friend lay here dying.

Telling me he knew...

While I could only kneel here and do nothing.

I had power at my fingertips—buzzing, simmering, begging to be used.

But they were only meant for destruction.

Nothing inside the husk of my body could heal him.

I could only watch...

As the light in his eyes—that had always burned so bright—began to dim.

He smiled.

Lopsided. Genuine. Just like every other smile he’d ever flashed me.

"Lucien," he whispered.

His voice was coarse, but impossibly soft.

Even now—now—he wanted to console me.

Even though he was the one dying.

"Yes, Kael," I replied, slowly—like if I spoke too fast, it would all become real.

This had to be a nightmare.

It had to be.

"You’re crying," he murmured. His voice was light as a feather.

I touched my face.

Wet.

Useless. Useless. More things I couldn’t stop.

I gritted my teeth, trying to bury the helplessness clawing its way up my throat.

"What if I am crying..." I bit out, harsher than I meant.

"You’re—"

"No..." he groaned with a short, painful laugh. "Your tears, they’re clear. There’s no blood." He managed. "Your eyes... I can see specks of blue."

I blinked, his words making sense—but too unbelievable to fully comprehend.

"It’s true," Cain’s voice pulled me out of my astonished haze. "Your tears are clear. They’re normal." The awe in his tone was palpable. "Your eyes... the blues... are—" His voice trailed off as it slowly dawned on him, but it still didn’t matter.

"You... you’re just trying to distract me," I snarled, not meaning to sound hostile, but unable to help myself.

Still, Kael only laughed. "I get to see your blues before your wife..." he chuckled. "I knew you loved me. Too bad I can’t wipe your tears. Pretty sure they broke all my fingers..." He grimaced through his own laughter, a tear managing to escape. His façade crumpled, his lips giving way to trembling.

"It hurts so much, Lucien," he finally admitted. "Make... it stop."

The words weren’t a plea.

They were a surrender.

And I shattered.

I leaned closer, forehead to his, hands shaking as I cupped his jaw like it was the only thing anchoring me to this world.

"I can’t," I whispered. "Gods, Kael—I can’t."

His fingers twitched against the dirt, curling weakly like they were clawing for relief in the soil. His jaw clenched as another wave of pain raked through him, and he gave a strangled noise—half a breath, half a sob.

"I’m tired," he rasped. "My bones... they burn."

"I know."

"I feel everything fading. My wolf... he’s slipping."

I swallowed hard, fighting the roar in my ears. "Then hold on. You hear me? You hold on until I find a way."

But he gave the softest, saddest smile I’d ever seen. "Always the hero. Even now."

"I’m not trying to be a hero," I choked. "I’m trying to save you."

Kael let out a breath that sounded far too close to goodbye.

"If this is the end," he said, voice barely audible, "promise me something."

I shook my head. "Don’t talk like that—"

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