Countless lifetimes . Countless deaths. 


He is reborn again, in a world ruled by Olympus, where gods train their chosen and demigods are raised like weapons.

Long ago, after a great war that nearly tore the world apart, the gods made a promise: never again would they create another demigod. They were too dangerous. Too unpredictable. Too close to godhood. Instead, they turned to the descendants of their old bloodlines—lesser children—to build a system. One where mortals with divine ancestry would be trained, tested, and controlled. Prepared to serve Olympus when the time came.

Reborn as the son of Hades, his name was Kael, a nameless thief surviving in the shadows of a golden world. Until one day, he was taken. Kidnapped and dragged into a place where the descendants of gods are molded into tools for divine war.

He doesn’t know who he truly is. The only thing he knows is that he’s different. The last pure-blooded demigod.

And after his father’s death, the throne of the Underworld became his.

But the part of him that remembered Pride—the part that once defied Heaven—refused to wear a crown.

He avoided the Underworld for as long as he could, until Flashes of another life. Of her. Of every time he lost her.

He realized he must accept what he once abandoned. But this time, it was not a curse.

It was a blessing in disguise.

Now, for the first time, he has the chance to end the cycle. To break the curse. To save her.

He’s been given one more chance.

And the embodiment of Pride has awakened.

I was inspired by the Percy Jackson series.

The lost souls didn't move. Not when the ground trembled. Not when the sound drew closer. So he walked forward toward one of the souls.


They didn't respond. The souls kept panicking, shaking uncontrollably, trapped in some endless loop of terror. He tried to send them to the Underworld—nothing happened. Whatever this place was, it didn't care about rules. It felt detached. Like the world had forgotten it existed.


He grabbed each soul and placed them in the corner, and the sound of stone cracking echoed, walls splitting apart one after another. Something was forcing its way through.


This wasn't just noise. It was pressure. It pushed against the air like a breath he didn't want to take. Heavy. Wrong.


He called for Shadowbane, eyes fixed on the direction the sound was coming from. He tightened his grip, but nothing. He looked down. His hand was empty. The shadows didn't move. They didn't stir like they always did when danger was near.


Chapter 90 - The Labyrinth