The Nameless Heir-Chapter 35: Dream That Felt too Real

"Please, no more, sunshine. I’m stuffed," he said, trying to move.

He’d eaten too much—though he blamed Liz for that. She just kept showing up with more food, like stuffing him was some personal challenge. Plates were stacked around him like a miniature mountain.

Even when he said he was full—twice—she just smiled. And somehow, he couldn’t say no.

When he finally tried to stand, Liz had to help him up, steadying him like he was some wounded soldier.

He groaned and rubbed his bloated stomach, dragging his hand across it like he’d swallowed a boulder.

"I think I’m pregnant," he said, voice dead serious. Then he added, with a pointed glance at her,

"—and you might be the father."

"Might?" she said, glaring at him.

Kael let out a short laugh.

Liz tried to stay serious—but then she laughed too.

"Come on," she said. "Let’s go. It’s getting late."

Kael walked Liz toward her dorm. It was on the opposite side of the male quarters.

They didn’t talk much.

When they reached the steps, he gave her a small nod.

She paused, like she wanted to say something—

But instead, she just smiled and stepped inside.

Kael waved her goodbye.

Then he turned and walked away.

His expression shifted.

The lightness was gone.

He needed to fix this.

Kael stepped inside. The door clicked shut behind him, quiet like a warning. He didn’t touch the lights. Just walked across the room and dropped onto the bed like he’d done it many times before.

Eyes on the ceiling.

He held his breath.

Just waiting.

He knew what was coming.

That same dream. Again.

The same one.

The same place.

The same voice.

And as he closed his eyes, he remembered Chiron’s words:

"Accept what you’ve been through.

Accept who you are now."

Those words echoed in his mind.

The world shifted.

And he was back.

He wasn’t falling this time.

Not drowning.

He was sitting—legs crossed, hovering just above the surface of still water. No ripples. No movement.

He expected this.

The sky overhead darkened. Red clouds rolled in like a slow storm. The color bled into the water, tinting everything crimson.

And then came the voice.

Khronos.

"It’s because of you.

He died because of you."

Kael didn’t flinch.

"You are a failure."

He’d heard it before.

The scene changed.

He saw himself—

Standing above Hades, sword trembling in his hand. The blade plunged into the god’s chest. Blood spilled.

Then—

He dropped to his knees.

Crying. Shaking. Lost.

Kael rose, silent. He didn’t look at Khronos.

He walked toward the image of himself.

When he reached him, he stopped.

"I really looked like that?" he muttered.

He let out a soft, broken laugh.

"Pathetic," he said. "I’m glad Father never saw me like that."

His eyes narrowed as he looked down at his past self—still kneeling, still trembling.

The disgust was quiet, but it cut like a blade.

"What the hell are you doing?"

He stepped closer.

For the first time, he saw himself clearly.

Not just the memory.

Not the pain.

The image—raw. Unfiltered.

From here, there was no excuse.

No justification.

He looked weak.

Small.

Just a kid.

A child who’d been through too much, too fast.

Kael’s fists curled at his sides.

He hadn’t realized how broken he truly was back then.

But now—he didn’t feel angry.

He couldn’t blame him.

That boy had only been trying to survive.

Kael looked down into the water’s reflection.

And for the first time, he saw the difference.

Not just in the face... but in the eyes.

Older. Sharper. Changed.

He extended his hand.

"Let’s face it together."

The other Kael looked up. Hesitated.

Then—

Took the hand.

Kael pulled him close. The body felt like mist.

And just like that, the broken version of himself vanished into smoke.

Stillness.

Kael exhaled.

He had accepted it—that weak, shattered part of himself.

But the dream didn’t end.

The water beneath him rippled—then vanished.

Cold stone replaced it.

He looked around.

Something was coming.

"What is this..." Kael murmured.

The world split ahead—two paths like choices already made.

One dark. One warm.

The right path was cold. Shadows clung to it.

At its end, Kael saw himself—alone, sword in hand, armor cracked, eyes empty.

The left path shimmered with warmth.

At its end, Hades and Persephone waited.

He didn’t rush.

He just walked—slow, steady.

Toward the light.

A shift again.

Kael stood in a wide green field under a perfect blue sky. The breeze was soft. Warm.

But metal beasts roared nearby.

Their bodies gleamed in the sun, all steel and smoke, moving like monsters on wheels.

Kael flinched as one screamed past him—so loud it shook the air.

No magic.

No Pegasi.

Just machines and people, racing like the world was ending.

He looked around slowly.

This place... it felt wrong. Too sharp. Too loud. Too fast.

Like something Hephaestus would’ve forged blindfolded, half-mad, hammering nightmares into shape.

"Where is this place?" he whispered.

Then—

"Kael!"

He turned.

Liz was across the street, waving. Her red hair whipped in the wind. She crossed when it was safe and stopped in front of him, wearing a yellow sundress that danced around her legs.

"Hey, what are you doing here? We’re supposed to meet on the other side," she said with a playful pout.

Kael blinked.

"Oh. I’m sorry. I got lost."

Liz grabbed his hand.

"Come on."

She pulled him into a glowing building.

A theater.

The smell of butter and sugar filled the air. Warm. Cozy.

They picked up snacks. Popcorn. Sweets. Too expensive—but Liz didn’t seem surprised.

They sat together in plush seats.

Kael held her hand.

He tried to watch the movie—but his eyes kept drifting to her.

Her smile.

Her peace.

For once... he didn’t feel like a weapon.

He felt normal.

Afterward, they wandered glowing streets, ice cream in hand. Liz pointed out cracked flowers, neon signs, strange stores—like each one was sacred.

Kael let her talk. Let her laugh. Let her hold his hand.

And he didn’t mind.

Then—he saw someone.

A man sat alone at a café table. Steam curled from his cup.

Kael stopped cold.

Liz noticed.

"Do you know that man?"

He nodded slowly.

"Give me a second."

He walked to the table.

Sat down.

"Hey there, old man," Kael said, voice rough.

Tears came before he could stop them.

"Can I get a cup of coffee?" he called out.

The man looked at him. Kind eyes. Soft smile.

"So... how have you been, son?"

Kael choked.

"I’m good, Father. What are you doing here?"

"I don’t know," Hades said. "But how do you like this place?"

Kael’s lip trembled.

"It’s great, Father."

They sat in silence.

Then Kael asked quietly,

"Do you have any regrets?"

"My only regret... was placing all this burden on you."

Kael stared down at the coffee.

"Are you really Hades... or just my imagination?"

"I’m both."

Then—

"Will you stay here? Live the life you always wanted?"

Kael hesitated.

"I don’t know... Father."

Hades stood.

"Come on. Your mother’s waiting."

Back in the green field.

Liz stood with a smile like she’d always belonged here.

Persephone sat beneath a tree, peeling fruit.

She fed Kael each slice.

He laughed, even as tears ran down his face.

Liz leaned against his shoulder.

Hades lay in the grass, finally at peace.

And for a single heartbeat—Kael believed it was real.

A family. Whole. Untouched by pain.

He tried to stand.

But his legs didn’t move.

Not because he couldn’t—

But because part of him didn’t want to.

What if he stayed?

No more pain.

No more war.

Just this.

But he knew the truth.

Staying would be easy.

But it would be selfish.

He stood. Slowly.

Then he hugged Liz. Hades. Persephone.

"What happened, Kael?" she asked.

"Nothing, Mother. But I need to go."

"Why?" Liz asked.

"I don’t belong in this world," he said.

Persephone reached for him.

"We can live happily here."

He smiled—sad, knowing.

"This is nice... but if I choose this life, his sacrifice means nothing."

He turned to Hades.

"I want to follow his path. I am the son of Hades. The next death god."

Then—

"Goodbye."

And he walked away.

That’s when he realized.

This had never been a dream.

It was a trap.

A perfect one.

Khronos had twisted everything he wanted—family, peace, love—into something too beautiful to resist.

But Kael wasn’t that child anymore.

If he stayed now, he’d be running away.

Disgracing Hades’ name.

He clenched his fists.

"I see what this is."

And kept walking.

He didn’t need paradise.

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Even if it meant walking through torment.

Khronos’ voice echoed behind him.

"You fool."

Kael raised his hand—

And flipped him off.

Not with rage.

With a promise.

"Soon," he said.

"I’ll cut you down."

Still, he didn’t wake.

The world shifted.

He reclined in a chair now—arms relaxed.

Surrounded.

Beautiful women in silks and gold leaned in, feeding him fruit, whispering sweet nothings.

Kael sighed loudly.

"You think this will tempt me? You fool, Khronos."

No reply.

One girl stroked his hair. Another pushed a cup to his lips.

He rolled his eyes.

"Maybe... a few more beautiful girls and I’ll stay forever!" he joked.

The world reacted.

More women appeared. Draped garlands over him. Worshiped him like a god.

He let his head fall back in mock surrender.

"Gods... maybe I am weak."

Then—he saw her.

Red hair. Yellow sundress.

Bow in hand.

Liz.

She raised an arrow. Aimed it at his forehead.

Kael paled.

"Liz—this is not what it looks like. I swear!"

She tilted her head, smirked—

Then let the arrow fly.

His eyes snapped open.

He was no longer dreaming.

Above him stood a shadow.

A man’s silhouette.

Kael lunged—

Grabbed his throat.

His voice cut like a blade.

"Who the hell are you?!"

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