Chapter 1 Hades

• In a shadowy room, a tall figure was on top of a woman.
• In a swift motion, he ripped away her underwear.
• The dim light cast her unique beauty into stark relief against the night's darkness.
• Arya Dillon's head pounded with confusion. Wasn't she supposed to be dead from a car accident? How did she end up here?
• Then, memories began to seep through the fog.
• It was the battle aeon. Her father, Nixon Dillon, had been a general in Esnon. She had grown up without knowing her mother.
• The night before had been catastrophic. Her father was wrongfully accused of treason and committed suicide. Immediately after, her uncle Edric Dillon usurped the estate.
• Her aunt and cousin Remi Dillon had drugged her and delivered her to the Moon House, a brothel, as a captive.
• Then, this horrible man climbed through the window and assaulted her, and the original Arya's life ended in disgrace and anger.
• Now, she had awoken in Arya's body.
• Dazed, she felt a large hand grab her ankle and hoist it onto his shoulder.
• A sharp pain then tore through her, so deep.
• Her foot twitched violently.
• Arya snapped to full awareness, struggling to push him away, "Scoundrel, let go of me! Get out! Now!"
• He was taking advantage of her!
• However, he was immovable, solid as a mountain.
• Titus Alpin sneered, pinning her hand beneath his, pressing down hard.
• "You're working in a brothel, and yet you're pretending to be pure? Serve me well, and there will be benefits for you," he taunted.
• Then, everything escalated rapidly.
• A sudden heat flooded Arya's body, overwhelming her senses and silencing her protests.
• She couldn't do anything but to comply.
• She just couldn't understand how this body could be so flexible.
• How was it possible for her knees to be pushed to touch her own shoulders?
• She remembered she couldn't even touch her toes when bending over.
• Not knowing how long it took, the man finally calmed.
• Arya, still dazed, felt a scar shaped like an "X" across his sturdy back.
• "I will remember you," she whispered fiercely, "I will settle scores with you. I swear!"
• "So, you were still pure," the man's voice broke through, a smirk hidden under his cold demeanour, "You should not have been here."
• Titus slowly lifted his head, his voice deep and chilling, echoing as if from the depths of hell.
• Arya's eyes widened in shock as she finally saw his face, or rather, a cold, emotionless mask.
• Beneath it, his eyes were piercing and cold, his lips stark and forbidding.
• Could this be the King of the Underworld?
• His presence was unnervingly cold.
• "Who are you?" Arya demanded, her tone sharp.
• Titus's smirk widened, "Hades."
• With that, he straightened, his dark robe billowing around him, and disappeared through the broken window.
• Beyond the window, the silhouettes of ridges melded with the cold, starry night as the figure known as Hades disappeared into the darkness.
• ...
• Nine months later, in a humble mud hut on the city's outskirts, the clear cries of a newborn echoed through the air.
• "Miss, come quickly! You've given birth to a set of boy-girl twins!" Holly Welche, the nanny, cried joyfully.
• "Let me see them," Arya said weakly, turning her head.
• "Look, Miss, the children are exceptionally beautiful."
• In Holly's arms, the infants looked delicate and utterly enchanting.
• Arya sighed in relief.
• When Arya awoke that morning, the events of the past night were blurred in her memory. All she could recall was a chilling, chiseled mask and the "X" shaped scar her fingers had touched.
• His presence, whether human or ghost, seemed like a nightmare sprung from the darkest pits.
• She had braced herself for the possibility of giving birth to two spectral beings, considering the ghostly features of their father, Hades.
• Yet, the two charming babies before her were unmistakably human.
• This sight eased her deepest fears.