Extra's Death: I Am the Son of Hades novel Chapter 617

Chapter 617: Meeting Obitus

"Forget it, I will understand what is happening when I see her," Nameless Death muttered, shaking his head.

The room of Obitus was in the deepest corner of the palace.

Inside, the windows were closed and the curtains were drawn, creating a pitch-black darkness in the room.

Obitus was laying on the bed with her hair spread beneath her.

Her gaze was hollow. She looked like a lifeless doll.

Nameless Death spent days beside her. She never moved except for occasional sobs. It was as if she had given up on living, and was now waiting for death.

Watching her like this, as if she had lost everything, was painful for him. He couldn’t understand why he felt like this.

"This place is definitely connected to me. Everything feels familiar here, and these people more so."

Obitus gave him the biggest sense of familiarity.

He wanted to wipe out her tears and tell her everything would be alright, but he couldn’t touch her, nor call her out.

"Why is she like this?"

Nameless Death bit his lips. A sense of anger rose in his heart. Obitus was clearly someone important.

So why weren’t the Overseers and Administrators helping her overcome her grief?

He clenched his fists.

They would come to her doors and call her out. The Tyrant Firmament was a frequent visitor, but since Obitus was not answering them, they never opened the doors to the room.

She refused help, so they could only go back.

"These idiots." Nameless Death clenched his jaw.

So what if she was refusing help?

They should’ve forced her.

Despite his feelings, Nameless Death could do nothing but watch.

"It will be alright," he told her as he tried to caress her head, but failed. His arms phased through her hair, and his voice went unheard.

He spent decades next to her, watching over her.

His own heart was torn apart piece by piece as he saw her drowning in grief and guilt.

A century had nearly passed before the doors to Obitus’ room were opened.

The doors that had never moved were smashed open.

"How is my dear Obitus doing?" the jovial and charming voice echoed.

The woman with silver hair and silver eyes stood at the doors. Her figure seemed to emit light. She was breathtakingly beautiful, and slightly smaller than average height.

"Who...?" Obitus asked, slightly raising her head. "No, just... leave...."

She raised her hand to forcefully push the woman out of the room, but before she could do that, the woman was already sitting beside her, cupping her face with both hands.

"Oh, my. Why do you look so famished? Have you not been eating anything?"

"Who... you...?" Only broken syllables left Obitus’ cracked lips. Even now her eyes remained dull and lifeless.

"I finally manifested after my Blessing fully fused and you can’t even recognize me?" the woman acted hurt but then nodded exaggeratedly. "I suppose it makes sense, you’ve never seen my true appearance."

She stood up and twirled, then struck a pose.

"How am I? You must be awestruck by my beauty."

Obitus finally looked at the woman. She did not recognize her. But this brazen and weird way of talking, and the fact that she called herself Blessing...

"Artemis?"

"Of course, you recognize me, my divine beauty can’t be hidden," she beamed with pride and satisfaction at being recognized. "Now, let’s go out. I’ve been waiting to talk to you since ages!"

Before Obitus could resist, Artemis grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the room.