Hades' Cursed Luna novel Chapter 156

Hades

The chaos around them seemed to quiet, if only for a moment. Guards began forcing the panicked crowd back, forming a rigid perimeter as if to ensure that no one could look away. Their movements were too smooth, too deliberate—not for protection, but to make sure everyone watched. They had to watch, or this deadly ploy would have been for nothing.

Their audience was the icing on the cake.

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This wasn’t containment.

It was a show.

A message.

A slow murmur rippled through the crowd as Ellen stepped down, stair by stair, to ground level. She moved forward, her steps eerily calm against the blood-slicked stone. A guard approached, presenting her with a weapon.

A machine gun.

But not an ordinary one.

Its frame was heavier, its barrel inscribed with faint runes that glimmered under the dull light—the kind used in war zones. The PDL 87-X, a specialized weapon designed for one thing.

Killing Lycans.

Killing Eve.

Ellen gripped it without hesitation, her fingers curling around the trigger as if she had done this before. Her slender frame seemed too delicate for such a brutal weapon, but her face remained still, composed.

Dead.

I felt it then—the sharp, biting scent in the air.

Silver.

It prickled at my skin, a low burn under my flesh, crawling along my veins like fire.

Every Lycan knew that sting.

I gritted my teeth, forcing my body to stay still, to keep control. The scent gnawed at my instincts, a primal warning screaming to shift, to run, to fight. But I didn’t move.

Not yet.

Ellen leveled the machine gun at Eve, who was still restrained, barely able to lift her head. Blood—dark and unnatural—poured from her wounds, but her eyes burned with hatred, with life.

She wasn’t dead.

Not yet.

Ellen didn’t speak.

She didn’t need to.

The gun roared to life.

Silver rounds tore into Eve’s body, each shot punching through flesh and bone, each impact sending brutal shockwaves through the air. Blood sprayed in arcs, dark and steaming as it hit the cold stone.

Eve convulsed against the restraints, claws gouging the ground in one final, futile attempt to break free. Her roar was no longer deafening; instead, it choked out into a ragged snarl.

Shot after shot.

Ellen never flinched.

Not once.

Her face was as hollow as before, her eyes as empty as they had been with the first trigger pull.

The gun clicked empty.

Smoke curled from the barrel, and Ellen lowered the weapon with mechanical grace.

Eve didn’t move.

Her massive form slumped forward, limbs limp, dark blood pooling beneath her. Flesh shredded by the onslaught.

Silence.

For a long, suffocating moment, no one moved.

Then Darius straightened, adjusting his coat like nothing had happened.

She stepped forward, her voice darkening.

"You were told that the second verse of the prophecy spoke of a Blood Moon. A Blood Moon that would destroy us. But I tell you now—that is a hoax. A fabrication spun by insidious forces who seek nothing but chaos. You have seen the consequence of that chaos here today. The Rebellion works for our true ruin—Lycans."

Gasps echoed through the crowd.

Her gaze swept the masses, locking onto the pale faces trembling beneath her.

"A real threat has been extinguished." She pointed the bloodied barrel of the gun toward Eve’s motionless corpse. "Another Lycan has been put down, like the beast it was."

Ellen’s eyes narrowed, cold as glaziers.

"But I am not finished."

Her voice sharpened to a lethal point.

"I pledge this to you: I will finish what has begun. The remaining Lycans of the Obsidian Pack will fall. The darkness they spread will be snuffed out, and in its place, a new era will rise. An era of light, as the prophecy promised. Every Lycan shall be exterminated like insects until their territory is nothing but a ghost town."

Her hand tightened on the weapon, lifting it just slightly—a subtle reminder of the power she still wielded.

"Yes, an heir has been ended..." Ellen’s lips curved into a thin, mirthless smile. "But another has risen in her place."

The words echoed, lingering like smoke over the stunned and bloodied crowd.

Darius said nothing. He simply stood beside her, watching the crowd drink in her every word. Watching their fear deepen, their hope crack.

Ellen’s expression softened, but only slightly.

"You will kneel," she whispered, though her voice still carried. "Or you will burn."

The silence deepened, heavy and suffocating.

And in that stillness, Ellen turned back to Darius, lowering the weapon to her side.

The show was over.

But the war had only just begun.