Hades' Cursed Luna

Chapter 167 - 167: On The Ground

Hades

My gaze locked onto the crumpled figure of Ellen, drenched in blood, clutching Jules' lifeless body with a desperation that tore through the cold air. I took a hesitant step forward, my breath caught in my throat, an unfamiliar tightness constricting my chest.

"No," I whispered, but the word barely left my lips, swallowed by the unbearable weight of the moment. My hands curled into fists at my sides, my jaw clenching so tightly it threatened to crack. "No, no, no—"

Ellen's head snapped up at the sound of my voice, her eyes swollen shut, her face bruised and battered, streaked with blood and tears, her eyes hollowed out by grief. "She's gone," she choked out, her voice barely more than a whisper, yet it cut through me like a blade. "I couldn't save her, Hades. I—I tried... I tried."

The guards stormed the room, guns raised, alert and

I shifted slightly, careful not to startle her. "Ellen," I said softly, but she didn't move, didn't even blink. Her gaze remained fixed on the key, as if it held answers she couldn't yet decipher.

For the first time in a long while, I didn't know what to say. What could I say? There were no words to mend what had been shattered beyond repair.

I reached out, hesitating just before my fingers brushed against hers. "We need to get you cleaned up," I tried again, my voice quieter this time, measured. "Let me help you."

She flinched at the touch. "She loved you," She whispered, her voice hoarse, her eyes steadying on me.