Reborn As Hades In Olympus

Ch. 186: A Reunion Beneath the Shadows

Slowly, time began to pass, the days bleeding into weeks and the weeks into months. The memory of that fateful battle had faded from the minds of many, a fleeting shadow in Olympus's history. The gods, in their eternal splendor, had branded me the hero who saved Olympus, a title I wore with discomfort. I was no hero. I had simply done what needed to be done, driven not by glory or duty but by revenge— a simmering need to avenge the teammates I had lost to Poseidon's treachery.

The balance among the gods was irreparably altered. Poseidon and Apollo were cast out of the Twelve Olympians, leaving their thrones vacant. Despite murmurs among some gods that ten rulers would suffice, tradition dictated otherwise. The council was adamant in maintaining its sacred number of twelve, though how they would fill the voids remained to be seen. I cared little for their politics. My focus lay solely on the Underworld, where my responsibilities consumed my days.

Talos, ever loyal and efficient, had grown deeply engrossed in managing the affairs of my realm. I scarcely saw her outside her duties, her dedication leaving little room for conversation. Hermes, on the other hand, made regular appearances, his visits bringing news of Olympus's ever-turning wheels. Aphrodite, true to her nature, thrived in her own way, transforming her ventures into a vast fashion empire. Her letters, filled with gossip and wit, arrived with predictable regularity. Meanwhile, Ares and Eris had shocked everyone by making their relationship official, retreating from Olympus's drama to live life on their own terms.

As for me, my life had settled into an unusual rhythm. The Underworld thrived, and I took occasional respite by visiting the serpentine tribe. On the surface, all seemed well. Perhaps a little too well.

One quiet evening, I sat in my study, buried in the labyrinthine work of managing the endless tiles that represented the souls of the dead. The flickering light of the hearth danced across the room when Walter, my pale and enigmatic house steward, entered. He gave a slight bow, his usual calm demeanor betraying a hint of amusement.

"My lord, you have visitors," he announced, his voice smooth as polished stone.

I glanced up, surprised. Visitors were a rarity in the Underworld. Being the personification of death tended to dissuade casual calls. My curiosity piqued, I leaned back in my chair.

"Who are they?" I asked.

Walter's lips curled ever so slightly, a ghost of a smile. "Miss Yvonne and Miss Renee. They are quite eager to see you."

I blinked, caught off guard. The names stirred something deep within me— a flicker of warmth and guilt. Yvonne and Renee, the twin daughters of Charon. The memories rushed back: their laughter, their unwavering courage, and the pivotal role they played in helping me restore myself during the darkest moments of my existence.

A smile tugged at the corner of my lips. "It's been a while."

Walter inclined his head. "Indeed, my lord. Though, I must inform you, Miss Renee has already taken the liberty of letting herself in, despite my attempts to restrain her."

I chuckled softly. "That sounds like her."

Renee, the effervescent twin, was a whirlwind of positivity and energy, always brimming with enthusiasm. Her sister, Yvonne, was her polar opposite— reserved, contemplative, and cautious. Yet together, they had become something akin to family to me during the years we spent together. I realized with a pang of regret that it had been far too long since I had seen them.

"Shall I bring them to the study?" Walter asked.

"No," I said, rising from my chair. "I'll meet them in the living room."

The moment I stepped into the living room, I was greeted by the sound of laughter— a bright, infectious melody that seemed almost out of place in the somber halls of the Underworld. Renee stood in the center of the room, animatedly gesturing as she recounted something to Yvonne, who sat quietly on the edge of the couch, her hands folded neatly in her lap.

"Renee," I called out, my voice carrying a warmth I hadn't realized I still possessed.

She spun around, her face lighting up like the sun breaking through storm clouds. "Hades!" she exclaimed, bounding toward me with all the subtlety of a tidal wave.

Before I could react, she threw her arms around me in a fierce hug. "I can't believe it! You're alive! You survived!"

I patted her back awkwardly, a smile tugging at my lips. "I don't die easily, you know that. Isn't it a little too late for this?"n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

She pulled back, grinning. "Still! After everything with Poseidon, we were worried sick. Yvonne kept saying you'd be fine, but I wasn't so sure. And it's been forever since we've seen you!"

Yvonne rose gracefully from the couch, her expression softer but no less sincere. "It's good to see you again, Hades," she said, her voice quiet but steady.

I nodded, meeting her gaze. "It's good to see you both. How have you been?"

Renee launched into a rapid-fire account of their time in college, her words spilling out in an excited torrent. "Oh, it's been amazing! Well, mostly amazing. The classes are hard, and the professors are super strict, but we've made so many friends! And Yvonne here aced her last exam in magical theory— she's a total genius!"

Yvonne flushed slightly, giving her sister a sidelong glance. "It was just one exam," she said modestly.

"Don't listen to her," Renee said, waving a hand. "She's being humble. She's practically a star student! Meanwhile, I'm barely scraping by in potions class. Did you know you're not supposed to mix shadow root and nightshade? Because I didn't, and let me tell you, the explosion was epic."

I chuckled, imagining the chaos Renee must have caused. "I'm glad to see you're both doing well."

Renee's expression softened, her boundless energy giving way to a rare moment of sincerity. "We missed you, you know. After everything you did for us, we wouldn't even be here if it weren't for you. You're like… well, you're family to us. Like a big brother we never had."

Yvonne nodded, her eyes shining with unspoken emotion. "You gave us a chance at a life we never thought we'd have. We'll never forget that." Experience tales at empire

Their words struck a chord deep within me, a warmth spreading through the cold recesses of my heart. For so long, I had been consumed by duty and vengeance, but in this moment, I was reminded of the bonds that truly mattered.

"I'm proud of you both," I said, my voice thick with emotion. "You've come so far."

Renee beamed, the moment of seriousness quickly giving way to her usual exuberance. "You should come visit us sometime! Our campus is amazing, and we could show you around. Oh, and there's this bakery near our dorm that makes the best honey cakes— you'd love them!"

I smiled. "I'll think about it."

As the evening wore on, the twins regaled me with stories of their adventures, their laughter filling the room with a lightness that had been absent for far too long. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, the weight on my shoulders seemed a little less heavy.

In their presence, I was reminded that even in the shadow of death, there could still be life, joy, and family.

As the evening deepened, the warmth of their presence lingered like a flickering flame in the cold halls of the Underworld. Their stories carried me to places I would never visit, to a life that I would never live—ba life of innocence, of mundane worries about exams and friendships, a life untouched by the weight of eternal responsibilities. It was a stark contrast to my own existence, and yet, through them, I felt connected to it.

After hours of laughter and catching up, Yvonne rose, her graceful movements as deliberate as ever. "We should probably head back. It's a long journey, and we don't want to trouble Charon for too long."

Renee groaned dramatically, flopping back onto the couch. "Ugh, already? I could stay here forever. This place is way more interesting than campus."

I smirked. "You'd grow bored after a week. The Underworld isn't exactly lively."

"That's because you're here alone," Renee countered, grinning. "You need more visitors like us to brighten up the place!"

Yvonne shook her head fondly, then turned to me. "Thank you, Hades. For everything. We're so glad you're safe."

I nodded, my voice softer than usual. "Take care of each other. I'll be in touch."

As they left, their laughter echoing down the corridors, I returned to my study. For a moment, I stood there, gazing at the half-finished work on my desk. The weight of my role remained, but it felt… lighter, somehow.

Their visit reminded me of something I often forgot—that even in the depths of the Underworld, where shadows reigned supreme, there was still room for light. It was fleeting, perhaps, and fragile, but it was there. And it was enough.