The God Of Death

The God Of Death

Darius drove back toward Hillcrest Hospital with his hands tight around the steering wheel.

The divorce was over. Cassie’s betrayal no longer mattered to him. Whatever remained of their three-year marriage had already been buried the moment she chose Aaron over his dying mother.

There was only one thing left on his mind now.

His mother.

Years ago, Darius had been on a battlefield thousands of miles away when his life changed forever.

Reuben Ashford, the former patriarch of the Ashford family and Cassie’s grandfather, who was his closest friend and fellow soldier, had sacrificed himself to save Darius from an attack that should have killed them both. Reuben took the fatal blow and died in Darius’s arms.

With his last breath, Reuben had made one request.

“Darius… protect my family.”

Darius had held his friend’s bloodied hand and made a promise he intended to keep for the rest of his life.

After the war ended, Darius was no longer the same man who had entered the battlefield. His combat skills had reached a level no ordinary soldier could approach, while his medical knowledge had made him equally feared and respected. He had saved countless lives under impossible conditions and eliminated enemies who were considered untouchable.

The world eventually gave him a name.

Hades.

The God of Death.

But Darius had grown tired of death.

He had spent years surrounded by blood, corpses, explosions, and screams. He no longer wanted glory, power, or recognition. He wanted an ordinary life.

So he returned to Bluewave City and chose to live quietly with his mother.

That was when he entered the Ashford family.

To fulfill his promise to Reuben, Darius married Cassie.

He knew her family looked down on him. He knew they considered him beneath their daughter. But he tolerated everything because he believed his duty was to protect Reuben’s family, not demand their respect.

He worked as a janitor in the Ashford family’s hospital. He endured their insults, their mockery, and their constant reminders that he was supposedly living off their wealth.

He never complained or revealed who he truly was.

He thought that if he remained patient, one day they would understand that he had never married Cassie for money or status.

But he had been wrong.

Three years had changed nothing.

The moment Darius needed his wife most, she had chosen the man who had betrayed her in the past.

And now his mother was dead because of it.

Darius stepped on the accelerator.

He had already lost enough.

He refused to lose his mother too.

When he arrived at Hillcrest Hospital, he rushed through the entrance and headed straight toward his mother’s ward.

The moment he reached the corridor, he saw several hospital staff members gathered outside.

Two nurses were standing beside his mother’s bed while a hospital attendant prepared to move the body.

“Wait!”

Everyone turned.

Darius hurried toward them.

“What are you doing?”

One of the nurses frowned. “Mr. Darius, your mother has been pronounced dead. We’re taking her to the morgue.”

“Put her back.”

The nurse exchanged a glance with her colleague.

“Mr. Darius, I’m sorry, but you need to accept reality. Your mother has no pulse, no detectable breathing, and no measurable vital signs. The doctor has already confirmed her death.”

“She isn’t dead.”

The staff stared at him.

One of the nurses sighed impatiently. “Sir, please don’t make this more difficult than it already is.”

Darius stepped toward the bed.

“I said she isn’t dead.”

A male staff member shook his head. “She’s been gone for some time. She’s a corpse now. You need to stop deluding yourself and let us do our job.”

Darius ignored him.

He walked straight to the bed and pulled away the blanket covering his mother’s body.

Her face was pale, and her body was completely still. To the staff around him, there was nothing left to save.

But Darius wasn’t looking at her the way they were.

His eyes moved over her body, carefully observing every detail. “I won’t let you die.”