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Reborn As Hades (DxD)

An OC-Inserted into the Greek God of the Underworld, Hades in the AU version of Highschool DxD

illyisabot · Anime & Comics
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Breaking The Shackles

Stepping inside, I felt a surge of satisfaction. This wasn't a palace, not yet. But it was a space carved from the very essence of my being, a refuge in this desolate prison. Here, I would train, grow stronger, and finally destroy this twisted realm. The path ahead was fraught with uncertainty, the burden of Cronus' suppression a constant weight. But for the first time since awakening in this abyss, a spark of hope flickered within me. I was Hades, a god, even if a captive one. And I would not be broken.

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Stepping out of my newly forged sanctuary, I stretched, a sense of satisfaction washing over me. The oppressive heat that had once clung to me like a second skin was noticeably less harsh. My breath came easier, the acrid tang of sulfur no longer a constant irritant. It seemed the divine adaptability I'd chosen as one of my boons was working. This infernal prison, though far from paradise, was no longer actively trying to kill me.

A grim smile played on my lips. Perhaps Cronus hadn't anticipated my ability to adapt. Or maybe, a more unsettling thought, he had and this was all part of some larger plan. Regardless, I wouldn't succumb to despair. I was Hades, a god, even if a currently weakened one.

Returning to my hut, I sank down onto the rough-hewn rock floor. It wasn't exactly a throne, but it served. Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes once more, focusing on the wellspring of power within. Now, with a body acclimated to this environment, maybe I could finally break through Cronus' suppression and access my full divinity.

I visualized the oppressive weight, a dark cloud choking the flow of energy. This time, however, my approach was different. Instead of brute force, I channeled my newfound control, weaving a steady current of power around the suppression. It was a slow, painstaking process, like chipping away at a mountain with a pebble. But with each passing moment, I felt a slight shift, a flicker of hope.

Frustration gnawed at me. Progress was agonizingly slow. Yet, I persevered, fueled by a quiet defiance. I wouldn't be a powerless pawn in Cronus' game. Hours bled into what felt like days, my focus unwavering. Finally, a tremor ran through me, a surge of energy escaping the confines of the suppression. It was a mere trickle, a whisper compared to the full potential I sensed, but it was a start.

A single flicker of a spectral flame ignited in my palm, casting an eerie glow in the darkness. It wasn't much, but it was proof. I, Hades, was slowly reclaiming my power. This was no longer just about survival, it was about reclaiming my birthright. This prison might be my cage, but it would also become my crucible. Here, in the depths of the underworld, I would forge myself anew, a god tempered by hardship and fueled by unwavering determination. The path ahead was long, the obstacles seemingly insurmountable. But for the first time since my awakening, a flicker of something more than defiance flickered within me. It was a spark of ambition.

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Days blurred into weeks, then months, within the confines of my volcanic hut. Time held little meaning in this desolate prison, yet progress, however slow, was undeniable. My initial breakthrough, the flickering spectral flame, had become a constant companion, a defiant ember against the suffocating darkness.

Today, as always, I sat cross-legged on the rough floor, eyes closed, focusing on the wellspring of power within. With each session, I delved deeper, my control growing more refined. But the suppression, that oppressive weight, still held firm.

This time, however, I approached it differently. Instead of forcing a breakthrough, I sought to achieve perfect stillness. My thoughts slowed, emotions quieted. The world around me faded away, replaced by a vast emptiness.

It felt strange, this profound calm. Unlike the void's peaceful embrace, it was laced with a hint of unease, a memory from a different time. The Source's spell, I realized with a flicker of gratitude. It had restored not just my emotions, but the complete tapestry of my experiences. Now, I could recall the void, not just as a feeling, but as a lived reality. Every moment, every sensation, flooded back – the unending silence, the absence of form, the overwhelming sense of being.

And then, I was there again, or a part of me was. My consciousness, stripped bare, pulsed with raw, undiluted energy. Only one thing separated me from this essence – the chains. They felt like shackles binding a raging storm, a web of restrictions constricting my true power.

An idea, sparked by that near-forgotten memory, flickered in my mind. Instead of brute force, I focused on resonance. On aligning myself with the very essence of my divinity. Death. The inevitable end, the passage to the underworld. I contemplated the concept, not with morbid fascination, but with a detached acceptance. As the God of the Dead, death wasn't an enemy to be conquered, but a force I embodied.

And as I focused, a subtle shift occurred. My godly energy, which had been growing steadily, pulsed faster, resonating with the concept of death I projected. It wasn't a violent explosion, but a harmonic convergence. The chains, once a constant presence, began to vibrate, the edges blurring. It was a struggle, slow and deliberate, yet filled with a quiet intensity. The chains resisted, but with each surge of resonating energy, they loosened their grip ever so slightly.

A sliver of hope bloomed within me, a fragile bud pushing through the arid soil of despair. This was it. This wasn't about brute force, but a profound merging of my consciousness with the true essence of my godhood. Death. Not just the final curtain call, but the very process of transition, the bridge between the living and the dead.

As I delved deeper, philosophical questions swirled within me. Was death the ultimate end, the flickering flame snuffed out, or was it a transformation, a passage to an unknown realm? Was life truly precious because it was finite, or was its meaning lost in the vast emptiness of non-existence? Was death the enemy to be conquered, or the inevitable dance partner, forever intertwined with the melody of life?

My own experience with death was a paradox. The void, while peaceful in its absence of sensation, offered no solace. It was a state of pure being, devoid of the richness and complexity of existence. Yet, it was from that very nothingness that I had clawed my way back, a spark of defiance rekindling into a burning desire for life. And then… the awakening. The jarring transition from the void's serenity to this fiery inferno, a stark reminder of the raw power coursing through my veins.

And now, with every focused thought on the nature of death, a resonance built within me. My godly energy thrummed, a vibrant echo of both the acceptance of the inevitable and the fierce will to exist. The illusory chains, once a constant weight, began to vibrate in protest. This was it. This was the key.

Suddenly, with a surge that resonated through my very being, my divinity acknowledged my intent. My chosen boons – adaptability and jack of all trades – flashed with an otherworldly light, a deep, glowing red intertwined with a dark, ethereal gold. With a final, agonizing tremor, the chains shattered, their fragments dissolving into nothingness. A wave of power, raw and potent, surged through me, settling above my brow in a burning pulse. I, Hades, was finally whole.

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Chapter Length: 1,269 words

Author's thoughts: This story will definitely involve the dxd verse and characters too but I am planning to take the route of enlightenment in this story, that is through philosophy, experiences, and much more. While this story would involve the other dxd characters, Hades would grow out to be a character of something akin to a sage as his experience in the void has made him see everything as insignificant in the grand scheme of things feels like it is a disgrace to live while drowning oneself in sin ( which he now believes to be wrong )

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