Reborn As Hades In Olympus

Chapter 136 The Death Of Talos

Ch. 136: The Death Of Talos

The room was filled with an unsettling silence as I stood before her— Pandora. This creature was no ordinary god. There was a weight to her presence, an aura that clawed at my very being, something both divine and otherworldly. It seemed my earlier escape had been nothing more than a fleeting dream, and now, I was a pawn in her game. The rules of survival was simple, luck.

And I hated to bet on luck.

"Are you so certain that flaunting your power will keep you safe?" I shot back, my voice sharper than I felt. "I thought you were smarter than that."

The words felt empty, bravado stretched thin as I stared into her dark, unsettling gaze. She seemed to see through me, her eyes drilling down to secrets I hadn't even uncovered about myself. Her stare, piercing and unyielding, left me feeling small, insignificant. The feeling grew, a creeping unease coiling around my spine like a viper ready to strike.

She raised her hand with casual indifference, and before I even registered it, a brutal gust of wind slammed into me. My vision went white with pain, and the next thing I knew, I was on my knees, coughing up blood.

The metallic taste flooded my mouth as I looked down in horror. Blood was gushing from a deep, gaping wound in my side. My body trembled, raw agony radiating through me with each shallow breath.

Pandora's lips curled into a smirk as she observed me, her voice calm and cold. "You truly are a crafty one," she mocked, her words oozing disdain. "A bluff, I believe, is the term for your little act. However, you seem to have overlooked two critical flaws. One," she said, gesturing to the dim, grayish mist enveloping us, "this domain is entirely under my control, shielded from the eyes of any would-be saviors. And two," her eyes flickered with something sinister, "you lack even a sliver of divine energy. You're nothing more than a liability."

Her words were venomous, seething with unspoken malice. She was no mere goddess; she was a monster hiding behind the guise of beauty and grace, her intentions as twisted as the darkness surrounding her.

The pain was overwhelming, and it clouded my thoughts, but I forced myself to speak. "You… what are you after?" I choked, my voice little more than a rasp. "You want chaos among the gods? Or is it something more?"

Pandora gave a soft, mocking laugh, like a queen amused by a jester's antics. "You wish to know my ambitions, scum?" Her voice dripped with contempt. "I am going to reshape this world— a new beginning built on the ashes of the old. To do that," she said, her gaze hardening, "I must first obliterate everything you know."

A shudder crept down my spine. Her words were laced with such conviction that I knew this wasn't an empty threat. She believed every syllable, and her indifference to my agony only made it worse. She wanted this. She thrived on the destruction she envisioned.

A fresh surge of blood filled my mouth, and I fought to swallow it back, my voice cracking as I forced out, "Be realistic… You're just a pawn for Apollo, aren't you? The Olympians have you playing their game, and you're… pretending otherwise."

She raised a brow, and for a split second, I saw something flicker across her face. Amusement, perhaps? Or annoyance? With a flick of her wrist, I braced myself for another onslaught. But she merely stopped, as if toying with me were too tedious a task.

"Olympians are mere symbols," she replied, her tone dismissive. "To wield true power is to control the people's minds and hearts. I will win them with beauty and strength. They will worship me— not out of obligation, but out of awe."

The pain flared, twisting deeper into me, but I found myself clinging to one final, desperate shred of defiance. "You delude yourself with visions of grandeur," I spat, tasting the bitterness of blood and desperation. "You're just another manipulator after black amber, you want to control the underground... the darknet, don't you?"

Her eyes narrowed, and her once-amused expression turned dangerously blank. "Your knowledge is quite… vexing," she said slowly, like one weighing a deadly secret. "It's fascinating how you've come to know so much. Yet bothersome. Your eyes burn with hatred, as if we have crossed paths before. Tell me, have we met, or is it just that you see through the inevitable? That we're destined to clash again and again?"

It struck me then. This monster before me, this relentless goddess— she was the seed of something more sinister. Somehow, some way, she would become the faceless, ruthless entity that had haunted me for so long. And to think I might have been the one to plant that seed, to unknowingly inspire this…

this nightmare

.

The realization of who she really was shook me to the core. Pandora was—

Mr Anonymous.

Or at least she would be in the future.

Pandora's gaze grew colder as she stepped back, her contempt unwavering. "Your final moment approaches, detective," she whispered. "Consider it a privilege; I shall leave you whole, a testament to your… bravery." She turned on her heel, her voice echoing as she descended the steps. "In the afterlife, ponder your defeat and wallow in despair, for you will not find solace in the knowledge that you could never have stopped me."

My face hit the cold, unforgiving floor, the blood pooling beneath me. I could feel my consciousness slipping away, my vision blurring at the edges. So this was it. A meaningless end, lost in this void she had constructed, swallowed by the darkness I couldn't break.

Hades… maybe you were right. Maybe I should have taken it easy.

The thought felt bitter, hollow, as if mocking my final failure.

"Midnight has long since passed, and it seems your friend will not appear," Pandora's voice drifted to me as she left, leaving me alone to the silence. "Goodbye, Ghost Detective. You were never my true adversary."

I struggled to hold onto the flickering remnants of life, but the darkness was pulling me under, ruthless and consuming. And yet, as I lay there, I could see her shadow fading. She hadn't even considered me a challenge. All of this, all of my struggles, had been little more than a passing whim to her.

If she became Mr. Anonymous, then I was complicit. I had played a role in her path to darkness. I had sparked this nightmare, and now the world would suffer because of my failure to stop her.

With my fading strength, one name surfaced in my mind:

Hephaestus

. Was it regret? Or perhaps guilt? Had I left him behind, burdened with the secrets I had uncovered too late?

The cold seeped in, and my breaths grew shallow, rattling painfully in my chest. I reached out, fingers scraping weakly against the blood-slick floor, as if to hold onto life for just a moment longer. But the world was slipping away, and the terror of dying alone, failing to save anyone, filled my final thoughts.

And in the silence, one truth lingered, haunting and absolute: I had created a monster.

As the darkness claimed me, a flicker of remorse and a final, trembling wish for redemption filled me. If only there had been time. If only I had seen it sooner…

As my vision dimmed further, a shadow of movement caught my eye— a trick of the light or something real, I couldn't tell. But the faintest, strangest comfort washed over me, as if the darkness that enveloped me had a familiar presence.

I thought of Hephaestus again, remembering the quiet moments we'd shared, the loyalty I'd never doubted, and the fire he'd brought me in times of despair. Now, it felt like I'd betrayed that loyalty, failed in the one mission that might have saved us all. Regret sank into my bones, cold as the blood that pooled around me, and with it, a sharp longing clawed at my chest, raw and unyielding.

"Pandora…" I tried to form her name, but the effort was futile. My voice was a ragged whisper, lost in the vast silence of this prison.

Would she even remember me? Or would I just be another soul discarded, another spirit erased from existence, a fleeting pawn sacrificed in her twisted pursuit of power? The uncertainty of it gnawed at me, bitter and unending, as I drifted further from life, swallowed by the shadows.

In these final moments, as everything turned to silence, I held onto the smallest, most fragile of hopes— that somewhere, somehow, Hephaestus or Hades would find the truth, would know the burden I carried here and continue the fight. They had to. Because if they didn't… if they failed… then the monster I'd helped unleash would consume everything.

And with that, I let go, slipping into the darkness, the faintest whisper of a plea on my lips:

Forgive me.

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