Chapter 28

Hades's POV~

Darkness; a prime part of me if not the whole.

I functioned better in its cloak, almost like the devil feeding off of its sinister energy. It took me under its wing the day I became an orphan, promising me the agonies of my enemies in return.

I heeded, and now I ruled it.

It never disappointed me either, rather welcomed me with an open arm. That's how I felt when I entered my favorite part of the penitentiary.

The smell of blood filled my nostrils, and I sucked it in like a sniff of drug.

The smell of my enemy's blood.

There is a difference in the smell of the blood regarding its holder. Some smelled sweet and pure while the others acrid and acerbic. It's true when they say your blood rots with the amount of corruption you feed your soul with.

Rogues; they had the foulest of blood, so putrefied it stung the lungs when sucked in, poisoned the flesh.

Yet they were my favorite type. It was the type belonging to my enemies.

Stopping in front of a body on the cobbled