Whispers Of The Underworld

💀🌹Chapter 19🌹💀

Nyx arrived at the scene, her eyes widening in horror as she took in the sight before her. Zeus lay dead on the ground, his head separated from his body, and Hades was cradling Andre's lifeless body, his face a mask of blank despair. Her heart dropped as she approached him, her steps slow and cautious.

"Hades," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the pounding rain. There was no response. He simply stared at Andre, his eyes empty and hollow. Without warning, his body went limp, and he fainted, collapsing onto the ground beside Andre.

Artemis and Apollo arrived moments later, their expressions mirroring Nyx's shock and sorrow. They saw Andre's lifeless form and Hades lying unconscious. Tears welled up in Artemis's eyes as she knelt beside Andre, gently brushing a strand of hair from his face. Apollo stood frozen, his heart breaking at the sight of his dear friend's lifeless body.

Nyx gently picked up Andre's body, holding him close as if trying to protect him from further harm. "We need to get them back to the Underworld," she said, her voice trembling.

Artemis and Apollo nodded, moving to lift Hades. As they began their journey back, the sky opened up, and rain poured down, drenching them as if the heavens themselves were mourning the loss of Andre.

The rain turned the path to the Underworld into a treacherous, slippery descent. Every step felt heavier, burdened by the weight of their sorrow. Nyx held Andre close, feeling the coldness of his body seep into her own. Artemis and Apollo struggled with Hades, their tears mixing with the rain on their faces.

Back in the Underworld, Apollo and Artemis carefully laid Hades on his bed. They removed his wet clothes and covered him with warm blankets, hoping to bring some comfort to his unconscious form. Nyx carried Andre to Thanatos, her steps heavy with grief. Thanatos's eyes softened with sorrow as he took Andre from her arms, understanding the magnitude of their loss.

An hour later, Hades woke up, his head pounding and his vision blurry. For a moment, he thought it had all been a terrible dream. "Andre?" he called out, his voice hoarse and desperate.

Apollo gently held him down, his eyes filled with compassion. "Hades, it's real. Andre is gone," he said softly, his own voice breaking.

"No," Hades whispered, tears streaming down his face. The realization hit him like a tidal wave, and he buried his face in his hands, his body shaking with uncontrollable sobs. Apollo and Artemis climbed into bed with him, wrapping their arms around him in a comforting embrace, their own tears falling silently.

As the rain continued to fall outside, Hades's gaze fell on a photo on his desk. It was of him and Andre in the garden where they had first met, both of them smiling, blissfully unaware of the tragedy that awaited them. He reached out a trembling hand to touch the frame, his fingers tracing the outline of Andre's face. "Goodbye, Andre," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

The room was filled with the sound of Hades's heartache, a symphony of sorrow that echoed through the Underworld. Artemis and Apollo stayed by his side, their presence a small comfort in his darkest hour. The world outside continued to mourn, the rain falling like tears from the heavens as they grieved the loss of a love so pure and true.