Hades
It felt like fire and ice were battling for dominion beneath my skin as I took my seat again.
Not burning—but splitting. As if my soul were a fault line and the Flux was the earthquake tearing through it.
Thoughts fractured. Bones screamed. I could feel it trying to rewrite me—erase the person and carve in the monster. Memories blurred, truth buckled, and somewhere in the chaos, her name was the only tether left keeping me from sinking into the void.
Every nerve flared. Every breath tasted like iron and ash. It wasn't pain—it was violation. A war on the self.
The Flux didn't just invade. It desired. To take. To own. To twist every grief, every fear, every buried betrayal into rage and hunger. And worst of all—it used my own love to do it.
Because it whispered in her voice now.
It whispered of centuries lost. Of vengeance owed. Of children torn from cradles.
And I—
I wasn't sure if I was fighting it anymore.
Or just screaming inside the cage it had made of me.
