Go through the journey of a young boy named Y/N Mavros, who is the product of two worlds that have fated him to fight for the survival of the magical world.
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ANOTHER LOOONNG AND IMPORTANT CHAPTER, SO BUCKLE IN.
SO, BIG QUESTION OF THE DAY FOR EVERYONE THAT READ TO THE END OF LAST CHAPTER?
SINCE Y/N IS THE SON OF A MUGGLEBORN WITCH AND AN OLYMPIAN GOD, WHAT EXACTLY IS HIS BLOOD STATUS?
For mere moments, Y/N can only stare at his father, now revealed to be the King of the Underworld, in awe.
Several ghosts flow in and out the house with silent screams, the source being from Hades robes themselves. The god looks down at his bewildered son and squints his eyes as he awaits for a response from Y/N.
"Boy, have you nothing to say?"
Y/N shakes his head to get out of his stupor and clears his throat. "Uh...can I...summon hellhounds to aid me in battle...?" He asks as a glint of wonder flashes in his dark eyes.
Hades did not expect that question. He slowly comes to terms that his actual son asked such a adolescent question and looks down at him with an almost "amused" look in his eyes.
"Can you...summon hellhounds to aid you in battle?" He repeats as his cloak blows gently in the imaginary wind. "No, at least...not yet."
Y/N begins to space out as he absorbs what little he has been told, but holds just as much weight as the world itself. "I'm a god...this is incredible."
He slowly gets to his feet and paces back and forth, his fingers on his chin in heavy thought. Hades simply watches his son, figuring he will have a lot of questions to unfold.
After a few seconds, Y/N stops. "So does mum know? Is she a god too? That would be so amazing."
"No." Hades replies as the ghosts thread between his black robes, his bident glowing with power. "She is mortal but she knows my true nature."
"Ha." Y/N lets out as his lips form into a smile. "I'm a god." He repeats to himself as he is internally thinking of all he can potential do now.
"I knew I was different in a way, but this..." He whispers as he lifts his clawed hand up to his face, the palm now surrounded by purple flame. "...this is something else entirely."
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Hades chuckles darkly at his son's bafflement. "Yes. But now...you will be claimed as my son, the son of the Underworld. The Prince of Darkness.
Hades holds out his hand towards Y/N, who now feels the need to straighten up. Aidoneus whispers something in Greek under his breath, causing a dim light to appear above Y/N's head.
The light forms into a black hologram, shaped as a black helmet, more so a helm, similar to Hades Helm of Darkness. The ancient headwear spins above his head as several spirits surround Y/N in a full circle, bowing before him.
