Extra's Death: I Am the Son of Hades novel Chapter 646

Chapter 646: Hargraves

"Shouldn’t you name her?"

"She’s your daughter."

Nameless Death was caught off by that statement.

"She’s... not. You’re the one who gave birth to her." For some reason he felt awkward saying that, even though that was technically correct.

"I gave birth to her because of you," she said, laughing softly. "Don’t look at me like that. I wouldn’t have gone through with the Spell-Birth if it weren’t for your request, Prince."

He looked down at the child again.

The infant’s breathing was steady, tiny fingers occasionally curling in the air.

Leonora crossed her arms, watching him.

"Besides, someone as powerful as you giving her a name, it will be auspicious for her."

He was silent for a moment longer. Then he murmured, "Vivi Hargraves."

Leonora blinked. "Huh?"

He looked at her. "That’s the name. Vivi Hargraves."

"You’re giving her your name?" Her eyebrows rose. "Are you sure?"

He nodded.

"She’s my responsibility. Even if it’s not by blood, she’s tied to me now. So yes, Hargraves."

Leonora stared at him for a few seconds, then let out a small chuckle.

"Well... fine. Vivi Hargraves it is."

...

Time passed.

Days blended into months, months into years.

The child grew, and with every passing day, she became more vibrant.

Vivi was a ball of energy, which was surprising considering her mother was Leonora.

At age four, she awakened the Divine Energy in her blood.

By seven, she could see control elementals.

By ten, she had reached expert mastery over water.

Nameless Death had monitored her growth with a mix of interest and concern. Her affinities had bloomed earlier than expected.

Darkness.

Water.

Time.

Weapon.

Those were her affinities.

Each of them was dangerous and powerful.

Considering she reached Supreme mastery at eighteen, she was absurdly talented.

It seemed she had inherited her mother’s talent, and coupled with her energetic personality, she made use those talents unlike her mother.

...

"Papa!"

Nameless Death’s eyes twitched.

He had just sat down to meditate when the door slammed open. Vivi’s voice rang out across the chamber, bright and clear.

He didn’t move. He had learned over the years that reacting only encouraged her.

"Papa," she called again, marching across the room. Her dark blue hair was a mess, and her training robe was unevenly tied. "Mommy’s still sleeping. She won’t get up. I told her I wanted pancakes and she didn’t even respond!"

"She’s tired," he replied calmly.

"She’s always tired." Vivi crossed her arms. "It’s not fair. You don’t sleep, so you don’t understand."

"I do sleep."

"Do you, papa?" she raised a brow. "Because I’ve never seen it."

Nameless Death’s lips pressed into a thin line.

"Vivi, we’ve been through this. You are not a kid anymore. So, stop calling me that."

"Calling you what?" she asked, feigning innocence.

He didn’t reply.

Vivi leaned closer.

"Papa?"

A muscle in his cheek twitched again.

He had told her a thousand times not to call him that. He wasn’t her father. He was simply the one who gave her a name.

If anything, he was her guardian.

But Leonora’s damned cat spirit had whispered to the girl constantly, told her stories, and referred to him as ’Papa Death.’

The name was now stuck.

Telling her to call him by his name — Nameless Death — was like trying to argue with wind.

"You’re wasting time," he said finally. "Didn’t you say you wanted to train today?"

"I did! That’s why I’m here," she grinned. "Come on. You promised to teach me the third stance of Dark Tide Blade."

Vivi was still only Awakened Demigod, but she had high mastery of Masteries of elements, and she could also use Intent to some level.

Nameless Death had created a new sword technique for her to match her talent.

It was called Dark Tide Blade.

"I’ll teach you the third stance, but only if you’re ready."

"I mastered the second stance last week!"

"Reproducing the motions and mastering the intent are different things."

She rolled her eyes.

"You sound like a monk."

He didn’t reply. Instead, he walked toward the sparring ground.

Vivi followed.

...

The day passed quickly.

They trained under the filtered light of the sun (he created it years ago), beneath a dome of barrier wards Leonora had set up years ago.

Vivi darted between water pillars she summoned, shifting forms mid-stride, combining darkness into the edges of her strikes.

Nameless Death gave few instructions.

He corrected her posture once.

Told her to breathe deeper.

Asked her to try again.

By afternoon, she had replicated the Shadow Blade’s third stance with surprising accuracy.

’Isn’t she too talented?’

Nameless Death had always been amazed by her talent.

She fell on her back, panting, sweat running down her brow.

"Okay. Maybe that was harder than I thought."

"You need more endurance."

"Mhm," she raised her head and looked at her. "So, papa how long do you think I can master the entire Dark Tide Blade?"

"Four more years."

"Yes! That means we can go out after four years!" she became excited.

"...."

Nameless Death remained silent.

He had taught her everything. She knew of people, of worlds, of societies.

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