Hades' Cursed Luna novel Chapter 339

Chapter 339: His Final

Eve

Vassir’s wings folded in slowly, almost gently, as if the conversation—this moment—mattered more than all the ruin surrounding us.

> "There is... one last secret," he said, voice sinking into the void like a stone in water.

I tensed. Every instinct told me to brace for cruelty. For one last cruelty.

But what came wasn’t cruelty.

It was... revelation.

> "You wonder why he could carry me," Vassir said. "Why he didn’t shatter. Why the Flux chose him when it has burned through kings, saints, monsters. Why the venom took root—but didn’t rot him."

He took a step forward. I didn’t move.

> "Because he is mine."

My breath hitched.

> "He resisted you," I countered, voice barely steady. "He fought you."

> "He did," Vassir acknowledged, tilting his head, that sorrow returning to his strange, weathered face. "As I once resisted what I was. But deep calls to deep. Hate recognizes the shape love wears."

> "What are you saying?"

His eyes locked onto mine—and in them, I saw something I’d never expected: not just pride.

But kinship.

> "You are Elysia," he said softly. "Or what remains of her in this life. And he... Hades... Lucien..."

His lips curled into something that might have once been a smile.

> "He is me."

I blinked.

The words didn’t land right. They didn’t fit. They rattled in my skull like stones in a jar.

> "But... you’re here."

> "Only what’s left," Vassir said. "A venom without a snake. A rage that outlived its master. My soul burned away long ago. But my essence—the echo of what I was—clung to the dark. Waiting."

I stared at him, reeling.

> "You’re saying Hades is your reincarnation?" I whispered.

> "Not a puppet. Not a clone. Not a vessel. A rebirth. A second chance forged in blood, fire, and prophecy. Where I failed... he might not."

My knees threatened to buckle. My throat closed.

> "But he fought you," I breathed again.

> "Because he is better than I ever was," Vassir said. "Because he loved you in every life. Because what I poisoned, he still tried to protect."

My hands trembled. My vision blurred.

> "That’s why you couldn’t destroy him," I whispered. "Why even your Flux cracked around him. Because he is you... but he loves me more than you ever could."

> "Yes," Vassir said quietly. "And that is why you will always find your way to each other. As I once found her."

He gestured to the void around us.

> "This is the venom," he said. "I am the rot. The hatred. The ruin left behind by a man who could not let go."

I shook my head slowly. The grief—his grief—was real. Old. Unbearable.

> "So what happens now?" I asked.

> "Now?" He tilted his head skyward, though there was no sky, only darkness.

> "Now you live."

His gaze met mine one last time.

> "Save him. Save yourself. Make this story end differently than ours did."

The void pulsed again, a ripple like the end of time.

Then came the sound.

Vassir stepped closer until we were nearly touching. The ruined horn above his brow glinted in a light that didn’t exist. And when he spoke again, it was with something resembling grace.

> "It will all become clear soon. Follow the symbol of Malrik. You will find my gift, my horn. What is left of me."

The space around us began to dissolve. His wings loosened, floating as though gravity had abandoned us. His voice lowered to a whisper.

> "Forgive him."

I said nothing.

> "Even gods can be born in pain." He smiled

Then—he moved.

Before I could react, his arms—those monstrous limbs—wrapped around me. Not in threat. Not in claim.

But in release.

A final embrace.

> "Goodbye, daughter of the moon," he murmured into my ear. "Goodbye, light I never deserved."

His body shivered.

And then—

Turned to ash in my arms.

Not dust. Not bone.

But memory.

Like the venom had finally released its hold, now that the soul had somewhere to go.

The moment he vanished, the void collapsed inward with a thunderous silence.

And I fell—again.

Not into death.

But into beginning.