Reborn As Hades In Olympus

Chapter 49 The Cursed Mark

Aphrodite threw her arms around my neck, her body pressing tightly against mine. Her warmth, almost overwhelming, made it impossible to ignore the intimate closeness. Her laughter, light and melodious, carried an unsettling undertone—like a breeze that seemed too gentle to carry the storm you knew was coming. "Ahaha, Hades! I'm so happy you're here!" she chimed, her breath brushing against my ear.

"I never thought you'd actually visit me. Does this mean you're finally taking my advice? Maybe seeking true love?"

True love. The words grated against my every instinct. Aphrodite loved to toy with me, throwing out that phrase like a taunt, knowing how little patience I had for such things. She had sung this tune too many times before, as if repeating it would somehow make it real. But her excitement today felt different—more invasive, more desperate, even.

I suppressed a shiver as her perfume, sweet and intoxicating, filled my senses.

Gently but firmly, I pried her arms from around my neck, stepping back to reclaim some distance. "Aphrodite, you're a goddess. There's a way you should carry yourself," I muttered, trying to maintain some composure. She had the air of a younger sibling who never knew when to stop pushing.

But before I could finish, she grabbed my hand, her touch like a silk snare, and tugged me toward a velvet sofa draped in soft, shimmering fabric. She practically shoved me onto it, her body settling too closely beside mine. The sofa creaked under our combined weight, and it was hard to ignore the palpable energy radiating off her.

I stayed still, not wanting to show how uncomfortable I was being this close to her. Her proximity wasn't just unsettling—it was dangerous.

She tilted her head, watching me with a strange mix of amusement and curiosity. Her eyes sparkled like they held secrets I wasn't prepared to uncover. "You're still so stiff, Hades. So cold. What happened to you?" Her voice took on a sharper edge as she leaned in slightly. "I can sense it, you know.

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Your Arcane is low. You've always been good at hiding your weakness, but not this time. You're depleted, aren't you? Could it be… that old injury again?"

Her words cut deep, and I found myself tensing despite my best efforts. Aphrodite was perceptive—more so than she let on. For all her airheadedness and flirtations, she could see more than most gods gave her credit for. She was the goddess of love, after all, but love wasn't her only power. I had forgotten how sharp her instincts were.

Without waiting for me to respond, she gracefully stood and drifted over to a small ornate shelf. She picked up a slender bottle filled with a shimmering blue liquid that seemed to glow faintly in the dim light of her quarters. Returning to my side, she held it out with a knowing smile.

"You remember this, right? Arcane fluid. One sip will restore a lot of your energy. Just enough to keep you on your feet. But don't overdo it," she warned, her voice almost teasing. "Too much of it will burn you out from the inside."

I took the bottle from her, its weight familiar in my hand. The fluid inside was thick, swirling like liquid sapphire. I hesitated for a moment before bringing it to my lips, taking a measured sip. Immediately, I felt it—the surge of energy rushing through my veins, sharpening my senses, easing the dull ache that had settled in my bones.

It was like waking from a long, deep slumber, my strength returning in waves. The temptation to drink more was strong, but I handed the bottle back, resisting the urge. Aphrodite's eyes glittered with amusement as she took it, almost impressed by my restraint.

"Why are you being so generous?" I asked, suspicion creeping into my tone. Aphrodite had never been one to offer anything without expecting something in return. "You and I have never exactly seen eye to eye."

She shrugged, her lips curling into a coy smile. "Maybe I'm just feeling charitable today. Or maybe… you earned a favor after that little incident with the golden apple."

I felt my muscles tense at the mention of the apple. The cursed apple. My mind flashed back to that moment, the golden fruit gleaming in my hand, a dangerous allure that still haunted me.

"Is that what this is about?" I asked, my voice low, a thin thread of anger simmering beneath it.

She shifted, the playfulness in her demeanor fading slightly. "You're not the only one who's been thinking about it, Hades. After Hermes' death, I started wondering… why would you, of all gods, host such a ridiculous contest? You, who barely set foot outside your underworld unless absolutely necessary. It didn't take long to realize that something wasn't right. The apple—it was poisoned, wasn't it?"

I clenched my fists, trying to control the surge of anger that flared inside me. My mind raced, thoughts spiraling. How did she know? How much did she really understand?

"I didn't poison the apple," I said, my voice harsh. "But someone did. And that's what I'm trying to figure out."

Aphrodite watched me carefully, her smile softening. "I know you didn't. But the question remains—how did you get it? And why did you pass it on to us?"

Her words hung in the air, laden with accusation, but also genuine curiosity. I looked at her, trying to read her expression, to gauge if there was something more she wasn't saying. Before I could respond, she turned and began to unzip her dress.

"Aphrodite," I said, my voice warning, but she ignored me, letting the fabric fall from her shoulders and down her back. I braced myself for some new form of seduction, some ploy to manipulate me further.

But what I saw made my blood run cold.

Black, spiraling tendrils marked her skin, like creeping vines etched deep into her flesh. The mark pulsated, faint wisps of dark smoke rising from it, alive with a sinister energy.

"Do you see it?" she whispered, her voice strained.

For a moment, I couldn't speak. My mind raced as I stared at the dark pattern twisting across her skin, moving, writhing as if it had a will of its own.

"You've got a tattoo?" I finally managed, my voice barely audible.

Aphrodite spun around, anger flashing in her eyes. "It's not a tattoo, Hades! This… this is a curse."

I stood, stepping closer to examine the mark. It wasn't just a simple curse. This was something ancient, something dark, unlike anything I had ever encountered. The tendrils seemed to pulse with every beat of her heart, coiling tighter and tighter.

"Who did this to you?" I asked, my voice low, filled with a mix of shock and fury. "Curses like this shouldn't even exist."

Aphrodite's body trembled as she clutched her arms around herself. "I don't know who," she said, her voice shaking. "But I've had this mark for as long as I can remember. It binds me… prevents me from ever feeling love. The goddess of love, cursed to never experience it herself. I can make others fall in love, but me?

I'll never feel it."

I stared at her, disbelief and anger swirling inside me. A curse that could strip a god of their very essence? This was beyond anything I had expected.

"Why are you telling me this now?" I asked, pacing the room as my thoughts raced. "You think I can break it?"

Aphrodite's eyes met mine, her gaze pleading. "You're the god of death, Hades. If anyone can undo this curse, it's you. Please… help me. Break this curse, and I'll give you the golden apple. I'll give you whatever you want."

Her voice cracked, the desperation in her words raw and undeniable. For the first time in a long time, I felt something stir inside me—something more than the usual cold detachment I carried.

"I'll try," I said, my voice cold but honest. "But I make no guarantees."

Relief washed over her face as she retrieved the golden apple from a hidden drawer and handed it to me. It shimmered in the low light, its surface smooth and perfect, but the moment I touched it, I felt it again—the wrongness, the darkness that seemed to cling to it. This apple was more than a symbol; it was a weapon.

Just as I grasped it, my phone rang.

I hesitated, then answered, my pulse quickening. "Hades," I said, my voice sharp.

"Detective Pine from the BAI Corps," a voice crackled through the line. "I regret to inform you… we've just recovered the body of your assistant, Talos."

Time seemed to stop as the words echoed in my ears. Talos… dead? How...?

The ride wasn't over. Not by a long shot.