Ch. 59: Hecate's Confession
"Lord Hades!"
Hecate came running in a haste I could sense the worry in her voice before she came to an abrupt stop. Her voice, usually calm and measured, was laced with panic. I could sense the urgency in her tone as her gaze flickered from me to Prometheus, chained to the towering stone pillar like a sacrificial offering.
"Are you alright? I heard you scream."
I steadied myself, forcing my breathing to slow as I gathered my composure. Without a word, I turned away, brushing past her like she wasn't there. She followed close behind, like a shadow accustomed to being ignored. Sympathy, concern—none of that mattered to me, especially not from her. People wore kindness like a mask, a weapon to manipulate others. It was better to remain detached, untouched by their attempts at humanity.
But then, something unexpected happened.
