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The Return of the Hades Yay! Lumina Root in my possession!
63After a refreshing shower that washed away the grime of the day, Darien strolled into his bedroom, a towel draped lazily around his waist. The cool evening air brushed against his damp skin, causing goosebumps to ripple across his arms. He noticed the blinking notification light - two missed calls and a voicemail. A surge of curiosity propelled him to check the number, recognizing it as Amelia's. His heart skipped a beat, a mix of curiosity and anger. He pressed play out of curiosity.Meanwhile, Amelia, after her defiant stand against her parents, found a quiet corner away from the prying eyes and ears of the household. She had to reach Darien, to somehow bridge the gap her parents' folly had widened. With a deep breath, she dialed his number, her heart pounding against her chest as each ring went unanswered. The cold, impersonal tone of the voicemail greeted her instead, and with a shaky exhale, she began to speak."Sir French, it's Amelia Fairchild. I... I know you have no rea
The Return of the Hades Emma his new protégée !
64Darien looked down at her, her question stirring a whirlpool of emotions within him. The faint scent of her perfume, floral and intoxicating, filled his senses. For a heartbeat, he considered what it would mean to say yes, to allow himself to be drawn back into the orbit of the Fairchilds through her."Perhaps," he said finally. "But remember, my attendance tonight was for a resolution, not a rekindling of any alliance.""I understand," she replied, a soft smile touching her lips. It was a smile tinged with sadness. "Thank you, Sir French. For everything."With a final nod, Darien turned away, stepping out of the Fairchild estate. He could feel Amelia's gaze on his back.As he walked away, his heart felt an unusual lightness, a mixture of relief and something else—something akin to satisfaction. He couldn't help but let out a quiet chuckle, shaking his head at the absurdity of it all."Now, with the Lumina Root in hand, I need just nine more," he muttered to himself, his thoughts t
The Return of the Hades Disdain and scorn at the restaurant!
65A well-dressed woman at a nearby table whispered loudly enough for them to hear, "Look at their clothes. This isn't a place for them."A man at the bar, sipping a glass of expensive wine, eyed them disdainfully before commenting to his companion, "It seems they've opened the doors to anyone these days. Where's the exclusivity?"His companion, a woman adorned with pearls, laughed lightly, her gaze piercing. "Indeed. Perhaps they lost their way to the diner down the street."Feeling the weight of their stares, the girl squeezed Darien's hand tighter, her initial excitement dimming in the face of such open disdain.Darien's grip on the girl's hand tightened slightly. He could feel her shrink beside him, her initial excitement dimming under the scrutiny.He leaned down, whispering, "Ignore them. You're worth more than their words."She looked up at him, her brave smile returning. "Okay, Darien."They were approached by a waiter, his eyes briefly flickering with surprise before he regai
The Return of the Hades Marcela Smith
66Darien clenched his fists under the table, his knuckles whitening with the effort to control his rising anger. "Enjoying my dinner, Marcela," he retort, his voice steady but his insides churning. "Just like you, I presume."She laughed, a sound that grated on Darien's nerves. "Oh, darling, there's a world of difference between 'eating' and 'dining.' I wouldn't expect you to understand."The man beside Marcela chuckled, a sound of shared amusement at Darien' expense. He leaned closer to Marcela whispering something in her ear that made her laugh again, her eyes never leaving Darien's, enjoying the discomfort she was causing.Across the table, Emma's eyes widened, a mix of confusion and hurt flashing across her young face. She was unaccustomed to this level of open hostility, and her initial excitement about the dinner had long since faded, replaced by a growing unease.Darien, noticing her discomfort, felt a surge of defiance rise within him. It wasn't just about him anymore; it wa
The Return of the Hades Succesfull transaction
67"Really, Darien, you never cease to amuse," Marcela taunted, leaning back in her chair, the corners of her mouth twitching upwards in a smirk.Darien, his patience fraying at the edges, couldn't help but roll his eyes. This woman, Marcela, exuding malice and enjoying every second of his discomfort, was the same one he had helped countless times before. He had supported her daughter, Cersei, both financially and emotionally, investing in her business when no one else would. And just three weeks ago, he had been there for Marcela and her son at the mayor's gala, saving their lives. Yet, here she was, repaying his kindness with venom."Marcela, your short memory astounds me," he retorted, his voice laced with barely-contained irritation. "Wasn't it I who lent you the money to start your daughter' precious business?"Marcela's smirk faltered for a moment, a flash of annoyance crossing her features. "And let's not forget the night I saved you and your son at the Mayor' gala. But pleas
The Return of the Hades Mercenary
68A week had rolled by since the episode at the restaurant with Marcela. Darien and Lavinia had not been idle; they searched tirelessly for orhers remedies to aid Darien's quest. Amid their research, an unexpected breakthrough came. Lavinia, leveraging her extensive contacts from her army days, received a promising lead on a rare herb. The phone call that followed was intense, Lavinia’s eyes narrowing as she absorbed every detail, her grip on the phone so tight her knuckles whitened.“They’ve found the herb Valeriana, ” Lavinia finally exclaimed, her voice a mix of disbelief and hope, after ending the call. “But there's a catch. It’s in the possession of a mercenary.”Darien, rubbing his weary eyes, straightened up, interest piqued. “A mercenary?” he echoed, the wheels in his head turning. He pondered the risks, his mind racing through various scenarios. “Yes, and not just any. They say he’s elusive, dangerous.” Lavinia’s brow furrowed, a wave of concern washing over her. She hated
The Return of the Hades Not someone to be truffled with
69Darien straightened, meeting the man's stare evenly. "My name is Darien French. As for how I entered, let's just say your men proved...ineffectual." A flicker of irritation crossed the man's face at the jab against his guards. But he said nothing, waiting for Darien to continue. "I'm here because I need something you possess. A rare herb called Valeriana," Darien explained, keeping his tone respectful yet firm. The man arched a brow, clearly not used to strangers barging in and making demands. A tense silence stretched between them as he considered Darien's words.Finally, he spoke. "You've got guts, I'll give you that. Not many would confront me so boldly." A cold smile curled his lips. "But you'll have to do better than that if you want my cooperation." The mercenary leader stared down at Darien, his face a mask of incredulity and rising anger. "You beat my men?" he growled, disbelief painting his tone. "How dare you come into my home and lay your hands on my crew?"Darien me
The Return of the Hades Nightshade and Ironclad: Two beasts
70Viktor Kozlov, having witnessed Darien's unexpected prowess, let out a laugh devoid of any humor. With a dismissive flick of his hand, he summoned what appeared to be his final challenge. "You think you've won already? Let's see how you fare against my best," he sneered, a cold smirk spreading across his face.At his signal, the heavy door to the mansion creaked open, and two figures emerged, silhouetted against the dim light from inside. They were unlike any of the men Darien had faced so far; their presence alone seemed to thicken the air with tension.The mercenary stepped forward, presenting the duo with a flourish. "May I introduce the beast known as Ironclad, and his counterpart, the terror of the east, Nightshade."Ironclad, the first of the duo, was a towering mass of muscle, a beast. Muscles bulging under his tight shirt, his bald head gleaming under the courtyard lights. Next to him, Nightshade appeared slightly shorter but broader, with long, unkempt hair and a beard th