He told her everything—how he beat Hermes to the ground, his meeting with Hercules, how he declared war on Olympus.
She wasn't upset about what he did—rather, she was proud. They both broke into laughter, while making fun of the gods. They were the very definition of the perfect phrase—like mother, like son.
She had once defied the will of the gods. Walked away from Olympus. Chose the Underworld—not because she had to, but because she wanted to.
And now… Kael had done the same.
But in the end, he found himself back in a place not so different from where his first life began.
He once left a place called Hell. He thought he could outrun what was forced upon him—the responsibility, the weight. He thought distance would make it easier to carry. But it didn't. And in the end, he was cursed by the god, and now he's right back where he started it.
But in the end, he was forced to come back.
Not as a duty.
But because it was his.
Because it was the only way… to save her.
