Whispers Of The Underworld

💀🌹Chapter 25🌹💀

Hades' eyes widened in shock and hope. "What did you say?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper.

Andre took a deep breath, his eyes filled with certainty and emotion. "I remember you, Hades," he repeated. "I remember everything."

Hades felt a rush of emotions flood through him—relief, joy, and overwhelming love. Tears welled up in his eyes as he pulled Andre into a tight embrace, holding him as if afraid to let go. "Andre," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I can't believe it. You're back."

Andre hugged him back just as tightly, feeling the warmth and love emanating from Hades. Their connection, once blurred and distant, now felt as strong as ever.

They pulled back slightly, their eyes locking. In that moment, words were unnecessary. They leaned in and shared a long, slow kiss, pouring all their love and relief into the tender embrace. The world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them and their rekindled bond.

Their quiet reunion wasn't so quiet, though. The noise roused Apollo from his sleep. He groggily looked over and, seeing the two locked in an intimate embrace, teasingly called out, "If you're gonna be nasty, get a room."

Andre and Hades broke their kiss, chuckling softly. "Sorry, Apollo," Hades said, still holding Andre close. "We didn't mean to wake you."

Apollo rubbed his eyes and sat up, curiosity replacing his teasing. "What's going on?" he asked, his gaze shifting between the two.

Andre smiled, his heart full. "I got my memory back! I remember Hades, Artemis, Nyx, you... I remember everyone!"

Apollo's eyes widened in surprise. "How?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine astonishment.

Hades looked thoughtful for a moment. "I'm not entirely sure," he admitted. "But it could have been the works of the god of dreams, Morpheus, and the goddess of memories, Mnemosyne."

Apollo walked over and sat at the edge of the bed, his expression a mix of relief and joy. He reached out and gently touched Andre's cheek, his fingers brushing against the skin with a tenderness that spoke volumes. Andre leaned into the touch, his eyes closing briefly as he savored the moment.

Hades released his hold on Andre, allowing him to turn and hug Apollo tightly. Apollo wrapped his arms around Andre, holding him close and pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. "I'm so glad you're back," Apollo whispered, his voice thick with emotion. The bond between them was palpable, a testament to the deep care and affection they shared.

Hades stood up from the bed, his face a mixture of determination and relief. "Stay with Apollo," he said to Andre, his tone gentle but resolute. "I'm going to find Morpheus and Mnemosyne to thank them."

Apollo adjusted himself on the bed, ensuring Andre was comfortable in his arms. "I'll take care of him while you're gone," Apollo assured Hades, his eyes filled with sincerity and a promise to protect Andre at all costs.

Hades nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "I know you will," he said. He took one last, lingering look at Andre and Apollo, his heart swelling with love and gratitude. The sight of them together, safe and content, filled him with a profound sense of peace.

As Hades turned and left the room, the door closed softly behind him, he felt a sense of purpose and determination wash over him. He would find the deities who had played a part in restoring Andre's memories and express his gratitude, ensuring that their kindness did not go unrecognized. The corridors of Mount Olympus were quiet, the moonlight casting a soft glow through the windows as Hades made his way toward the realms of Morpheus and Mnemosyne. The journey would be long, but Hades was fueled by the love he felt for Andre and the desire to thank those who had helped them.