Page 1 of Hades

PROLOGUE

“The death of a man. The life of a monster.”

In order to go forward you must go back. Or so some wise old idiot would say.

To look back you confront the very thing that formed you into a monster. There's no revisiting the past without seeing shadows lurking in the corners of your soul.

He’s a monster, what discernible soul does he have that’s recognizable? None that's clean, that's ever-seen purity, that's for sure.

Incapable of love.

Barren of emotions.

He didn't know how to care for another person. It was the elusive unread script. No one showed him how to care. So, whose fault was it really?

Sheshould have been valued and treasured,left alone… but he didn't have it in him.

Caring was a missing puzzle piece that felt all wrong in his head.

The girl wasn’t his downfall, just a thread in his very dark tapestry.

How does a monster love if all he knows was first to fear and then to become the bigger baddie?Short answer; he doesn’t.

If you're the demon, who is afraid?easy question; everyone.

So that's what he did. He turned into the thing everyone dreaded, the hellhound sent by the devil to do his dirty work, he lapped it up because it was straightforward. It was what he knew to do and to do it well.

Some say he was born to it.

Him though; as he drifted into his fated death, it was the very last thought he had;

I feared fear and fear had won.

CHAPTER ONE

“Evil isn’t born. It’s made.”

Death came upon him rapidly. As though impatient to get on with the show.

A sticky, clawing grasp of destiny latching its gnarled fingers around a heart that couldn’t feel what it truly was to live for many more minutes.

Kyle Williams, better known as the feared one and the Raging Rebels frontman, Hades, couldn’t avoid the embrace of fate’s grip.

Not today.

Too many times luck was his best friend, protecting him from the elements of life and death, but it came to everyone, luck didn’t last forever, he’d rolled his dice and caught double threes.

Brutality was no longer his protector.

Chilled all over, pure gooseflesh, sweat broke out on his neck, but he wasn’t afraid. Strange that, he’d fought to live every single day, he fought and strived to be the demon who everyone was terrified of seeing in front of them because it usually meant it was nothing good, and here he was, down on the ground, blood pouring out of multiple stab wounds, and Hawk, the asshole VP of the Renegade Souls standing over him with a look of hatred on his otherwise blank face while Hades blood dripped from fingers that had just killed him.

And Hades didn’t feel a thing.

Not a flicker of fear, dread, remorse or self-pity. Devoid of every emotion that makes up the building blocks of humankind. He was numb to sentiment he was assured a man would feel at the end of his life. Maybe he wasn’t a man after all. He couldn’t tell anymore.

So, this was it.

It sucked.

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