The Nameless Heir -
Chapter 71: Obey Me
Chapter 71: Obey Me
The air shifted—growing heavier with each breath, thick enough to choke on.
Nearby, the demigods dropped to their knees, gasping—trembling as if the pressure alone could grind them into the earth.
It felt like the world itself was straining beneath the weight of divine fury.
"How dare you talk to a god like that..." he muttered, though his voice cracked with disbelief more than anger.
Even with the barrier raised, the divine pressure was everywhere—coating the air like poison.
He barely got the next word out—
Before Kael stepped forward.
No warning. No pause.
His hand shot up and grabbed Hermes by the face, fingers pressing deep into skin—like he wanted to leave a mark.
"Lets talk somewhere else," Kael muttered.
Then, with one smooth motion and a single burst of strength, Kael hurled him toward the sky.
Hermes’s body twisted midair—spinning violently, limbs flailing as his cloak snapped behind him like a torn banner ripped loose by the wind.
For a moment, even he looked helpless—weightless and out of control, like the sky itself had turned against him.
But then—his wings snapped open.
Golden and wide, they spread with a blast of wind, catching him mid-fall. His body slowly straightened. And there he hovered high above them, his wings glowing, steady, furious.
Kael drew in a breath, steady and deep—then bent low, muscles coiled.
His boots dug into the dirt—
Then, he launched upward.
The earth cracked beneath him with a sharp boom, shards of stone blasting outward as the ground split under the force.
Then—like a blink—he was gone.
A second later, he was right in front of Hermes.
They were both floating in the air.
Kael didn’t wait.
Kael drove his foot into Hermes’s stomach—and in one smooth motion, he twisted his body to the right, swinging the kick with his full weight behind it. The force sent Hermes flying—
Away from the school.
Away from the city.
Hermes grunted, flipping backward through the air—but he snapped his wings open and caught himself mid-flight, halting just before losing control.
Now, the two of them floated above the clouds, face to face.
Lightning flashed in the distance—sharp, sudden, cracking through the sky like Zeus himself was watching.
"You realize... you’ll be punished for this," Hermes growled.
But Kael didn’t look at him.
His eyes were locked on the distance—where the clouds had started to gather.
Above them, a group of eagles circled in the sky... their sharp eyes fixed on Kael, like they were watching him.
His face stayed the same—calm, unimpressed.
"I’m used to rebelling against the gods," he said. "It’s a special talent of mine."
He yawned mid-sentence, like the whole thing bored him.
"You’re just a demigod!" Hermes shouted.
"You think a true god like me will lose to someone like you?!"
He gave him a small, cold laugh—sharp and quiet, like a blade drawn in the dark.
"You gods... truly unaware of everything that happens in the Underworld?"
Hermes narrowed his eyes, a flicker of tension threading into his voice.
"What’s so funny, kid?"
Kael didn’t answer.
Instead, he rolled his shoulders once—slow, casual—and cracked his knuckles.
The sound echoed sharp in the silence, like something getting ready to break.
"When I send you back to your father... also tell him this—"
Hermes leaned in, his expression darkening.
"What?"
Kael’s voice dropped, low.
"Hades is dead."
Silence.
Then, slowly, Hermes smiled.
"That’s perfect," he said.
A smirk curled across his face—slow, deliberate. Like the news wasn’t just good... it was expected.
Like everything had fallen exactly where he wanted it.
"What’s so funny?"
Confusion filled his face as he stared at Hermes.
It was the kind of smile he didn’t like—the kind that felt too calm... too sure.
"You see now..." he said, voice dropping low like a warning.
"We can’t let you anywhere near the Abyssal Triangle."
His gaze darkened.
"You’re tied to the Underworld. That makes you useful. That means we need you alive."
He took a step closer, his presence pressing down like iron.
"So here’s what’s going to happen—
We’re going to chain you down so tight, you won’t even think about talking back to a god again."
A cruel smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
"And just to make sure it really sinks in...
we’re going to chain that mother of yours right beside you."
Hermes raised his hand.
Light flashed—brief and blinding—and the Caduceus appeared in his grip, now compact and lethal.
A winged staff, its gold gleaming with divine heat. Two serpents coiled around it, frozen in perfect motion—one red, one green—like they were waiting to strike. They slithered around the staff, alive with divine energy.
Then, the red serpent suddenly broke away—slithering downward like smoke trailing through the sky.
Below them—still high above the earth—it dropped beneath Kael...
And in the blink of an eye, the serpent expanded—growing massive, divine power surging through its scales.
Its mouth opened wide—jaw stretching open with an inhuman hiss—
And before Kael could react, the beast lunged upward...
Swallowing him whole.
Silence fell across the sky.
The serpent spread its wings wide—hovering midair, its body coiled like smoke against the sunlight.
It looked like something carved out of godly wrath—half divine, half curse.
Hermes laughed—loud and sudden.
His voice echoed through the clouds, sharp and wild, like he’d finally lost control of whatever was holding him together.
But then... the serpent began to struggle.
Its body jerked in the air, flapping harder—unstable, twitching—
like something was tearing it apart from the inside.
Its wings faltered.
A moment passed.
Then—with one violent, upward slash through its stomach—
and another clean strike to the side—
Kael tore through it.
From inside the serpent, his shadows stretched outward—grabbing both sides of the torn flesh.
They pulled in opposite directions, forcing the wound wider and holding it open like a door.
Then Kael stepped out, calm and steady, his helm of darkness draped over his face.
His shadowy coat flowed behind him like a banner of war.
And in his right hand—
the scythe.
Seeing its brother fall to its death, the other serpent shrieked and shot toward Kael, its body twisting violently as it grew in size midair, rage boiling through every scale.
But before it could reach him—
Kael’s dragon surged up from below—rising from the clouds like a phantom of war.
With jaws wide, it snapped its teeth around the serpent’s neck and yanked it aside mid-flight,
dragging it away into the open sky.
The two beasts vanished.
Hermes watched it all unfold.
He staggered backward—eyes wide, disbelief creeping into his godly face.
The scythe in Kael’s hand suddenly trembled—fighting against his grip, like it was trying to escape.
But Kael held on tightly, refusing to let it go.
He raised the blade beside his face, his voice sharp and heavy—cracking like thunder soaked in rage.
"If you keep acting like this," he growled,
"I’ll send you back to your master."
He leaned in closer, his eyes burning.
"But know this—I’ll return you to your master... but he’ll have to piece you together from a hundred thousand shattered scraps."
He leaned in, voice low and deadly.
"And I’ll make sure to keep one of those pieces... so he can never put you back together.
You’ll always remain incomplete."
His grip tightened around the weapon’s handle.
"So don’t you dare test me, you damn weapon.
You do as I say."
His voice dropped to a cold, flat edge.
"I have no use for a disobedient, childish blade."
The scythe twitched in his hand—just once.
Then it went still.
Silent.
Obedient.
It understood.
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