Hades is not just a billionaire mogul; he is the literal personification of Death. To the public, he is the elusive, stone-cold CEO of the Luther Corporation, a man whose empire stretches across the globe and whose face hasn't aged a single day in a century. To his thousands of fanatical subordinates, he is a dark deity—a mafia-esque king who rules from a secluded, glass-walled fortress. He is immortal, untouchable, and utterly bored with an existence. He has watched empires fall and stars burn out, leaving his heart as hollow as a fresh grave.
That boredom shatters on a rain-slicked Monday morning. While Hades is being driven to his skyscraper, a reckless stranger dives into the path of his speeding car to save a shivering stray cat. Hades doesn’t stop—he never stops—but the image of the boy’s defiant, silver-grey eyes stays burned into his mind.
Days later, seeking a moment of quiet, Hades enters an upscale city restaurant. There, standing before him with a tray in hand and a tired but kind smile, is the same boy: ken. A hardworking university freshman balancing three part-time jobs just to afford his education. The moment their eyes meet, the cold void in Hades’ chest finally sparks with a terrifying, singular Obsession.
Ken is just a student trying to survive his finals; he didn’t expect to catch the eye of the world’s most dangerous man. Driven by a hunger he cannot name, the King of the Underworld decides to trade his boardroom for a lecture hall, enrolling in Ken’s university to stalk his prey in plain sight. From the dark corners of the library to the crowded campus halls, Hades is everywhere. He doesn't just want Ken’s heart—he wants everything.
In a game of cat and mouse, how do you escape a man who literally has forever to find you?

The spatial folds in the upper castle were tied to the current master's will — any disruption in the fabric and Hades would feel it instantly. So instead Jester moved through the parts of the fortress nobody used anymore. Spiral staircases cut from raw obsidian, slick and weeping. Iron-reinforced corridors that hadn't seen a guard in three hundred years. Deeper, past the point where the architecture stopped feeling intentional and started feeling like the earth had just grown this way, like the rock had always been here waiting.


The lava-light faded the further down he went. The air changed too — thick, sulphurous, carrying something underneath it that wasn't quite a smell. More like pressure. The kind of cold that doesn't move because nothing has ever disturbed it.


Chapter 85 - Valak