Extra's Death: I Am the Son of Hades

Karax didn’t look at the Berserker.

He couldn’t.

His eyes were fixed on the ‘Queen’ as she walked away.

There was no hesitation in her steps. She didn’t turn to look back at him, or her children.

So there really is nothing left of her. The berserker killed her, and took over her body, just like the legends said he could.

Karax lay covered in blood.

His body, soul, Core, Seed of Existence, and even Consciousness had been destroyed by the Berserker.

The Elementals had fearsome power that could kill everything.

Around Karax, the chamber was filled with bodies. His brothers, sisters, soldiers, caretakers. His entire colony. All of them were dead.

His mandibles hung low. His breath came in shallow bursts. He was alive, but barely.

This is it, he thought, his gaze fixed on the blood pooling beneath him.

This is how I die? Without protecting anyone?

He didn’t expect an answer. The Berserker had already left, saying nothing more. There was no mockery, no speech about victory or strength. Just pure anger, then indifference, as if wasting time on ants was beneath him.

As if they were insects who were meant to be crushed beneath feet.

Karax lay there, motionless.

The pain was dull now, almost distant.

What consumed him more than anything was the weight of failure pressing against his chest.

The Queen was gone. Not dead—just… taken. Used.

There was no way to explain what it felt like, watching her hands strike down their children, hearing her voice twisted with the fury of a monster who didn’t belong in their world.

His mind drifted between memories. His first battle. The day he was named Champion. The oath he made.

And then, the image of his fellow soldiers lying motionless beside him pulled him back to the present.

He blinked slowly. His mind was fraying at the edges.

But then, something stirred.

It wasn’t from outside. It came from within.

The warmth, soft at first, almost like a breath, surged.

It was life.

The warmth flowed like the steady flow of water.

A stream of blue light shimmered into existence around him, coiling gently in the air.

Karax didn’t move. He just watched it.

The stream — the Sacred Treasure given to him by the Queen —wrapped around him like a mother’s embrace.

His Seed of Existence, shattered during the slaughter, pulsed faintly. Then, one by one, its cracks began to vanish.

His consciousness, almost annihilated, began to sharpen again.

He inhaled, slowly. This time, his chest didn’t ache. His limbs no longer trembled.

The Sacred Treasure had breathed life into him.

Karax sat up. His body still bore the wounds of the battle, but something had changed. He felt… whole, and alive.

He felt stronger.

As if he had been reborn.

He looked around the chamber once more.

Nothing had changed.

The corpses were still there. The blood was still fresh. The silence was still heavy.

But his gaze was no longer clouded by shock.

He saw each face. Each comrade. Each life that had been taken.

And this time, he didn’t look away.

Krelas. Mera. Thiln. Names came one after the other. Some he had fought beside. Others he had only seen in passing. But they were all part of his colony.

They were family.

And they had all died without a chance to fight back.

He stood, slowly, letting his weight settle on his legs again. The Sacred Treasure pulsed before it returned to wherever it had been hiding inside him.

His hands opened and closed. His breath came steady now.

This…

This was a second chance.

Karax stepped forward. His legs didn’t falter this time.

He walked across the chamber, past the dead, toward the wall where old carvings had been made. They were the marks of past victories and honored warriors.

He placed a hand on the stone. It was cold, rough, and familiar.

“I failed all of you,” he said quietly. “I wasn’t strong enough when it mattered.”

The words sat heavy in the air, but they were honest.

He turned to the entrance of the chamber. It was empty, and quiet.

And yet, in that silence, his purpose had returned.

Zagreus.

Berserker.

And Nameless Death.

They were the ones who were responsible for the slaughter that had just taken place.

Zagreus had pushed into their lands, starting the chain of conflict.

Berserker had possessed their Queen and carried out the massacre.

And Nameless Death, he had brought Berserker here, even if indirectly. His presence, his thirst for power, his retreat… they were the spark.

Karax clenched his fists.

He didn’t care about excuses, not anymore.

Whether Nameless Death had meant to or not, he had brought ruin to them.

“They all have to pay,” Karax whispered.

He didn’t shout, or rage.

He simply accepted it.

The Sacred Treasure — the blessing of the Goddess of Spring and Life — would keep him alive. With it, even death couldn’t hold him.

So now, all that was left was the path forward.

Grow stronger. Track them down. And end them. One by one.

Karax didn’t know how long it would take. He didn’t know what he would have to become. But the decision was made.

He took one final look at the chamber behind him.

Then he walked away.

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Zagreus POV

Zagreus ran through the forest.

Unlike what Karex said, he was not a humanoid monster.

He was an actual human.

Trees blurred past him. His black suit clung tightly to his frame, and the red glow in his eyes never wavered.

A floating eldritch octopus drifted beside him, keeping pace effortlessly.

“You’ve been running nonstop,” it said. “What’s the reason for this rush?”

“The presence that surged and died in the outer circle a day ago… it’s back,” he said.

The octopus tilted slightly. “You mean the Berserker?”

“Yes, this is my chance. He’s finally manifested.”

He didn’t say anything else.

The wind brushed past his face as he kept moving.

He didn’t care about the noise or the trail he left behind.

Right now, all that mattered was reaching the source of the presence before it disappeared again.

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